Spectrum. (Kellic)

Chapter 7

I'm sorry that this one took forever, I just started school again and wow STRESS
enjoy the gay <3

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Jack's help didn't go unnoticed. I got the credit I needed, and as long as I made sure to at least complete the rest of my essays, I should continue to do fine. However, perhaps I had made a rash decision in giving Jack so much of Vic's beer. I mean, sure, there are like four fridges in Vic's room that are probably exclusively filled with it, but it's precious to him, and he noticed almost instantly.

"Kellin," for the past few days, he hasn't felt the need to knock before parading into my room, which I really have to yell at him again for, because it could potentially result in some rather uncomfortable situations, for both myself and him.

"Stop busting in here like that!" I try to speak sternly, but I probably just whined.

"Ugh, whatever," he sighs, clearly not taking my request seriously.

"Why are you here?" I snap.

"My beer," he flops onto the bottom of my bed dramatically, "is gone."

"Well... Firstly, can you move?" I ask, poking him in the side with my foot.

"No, I'm good here." He says, shifting up towards me.

"Secondly, I borrowed it to-"

"But I thought you don't drink." He interrupts.

"I don't, but-"

"Then why did you take it?" He cuts me off for the second time.

"Can you just, maybe, shut up for a second while I explain?" I say, annoyed at his constant input.

He smirks, as if taking pleasure in my irritation, but makes a show of putting his fingers to his lips, a childish promise of silence.

"So I was failing a class and-"

His outburst should have been expected, but I still dig my foot into his side when he blurts out, "I thought you were really smart. Why are you failing?"

"Shut up!" I say, and I can hear him almost laugh. "I'm failing because I don't sleep, and when I do, I'm constantly interrupted by your music or the smell of... um, smoke."

"I apologise." He smirks again, before stretching out his leg and prodding the door closed.

"Why?" I ask, "Aren't you, about to leave."

"Nope. I still don't know where my beer went." He settles back, spreading himself back out just under my feet.

"I gave it to my friend," I explain, "I'll get more, I mean... I'll give you the money or whatever, but yeah, I paid him with it to write me an essay."

"Cool." He said simply, before falling silent.

It was quiet for a few seconds before I spoke up, "So, um..."

He turned his head towards me, shifting around and placing a hand under his neck. He looked extremely comfortable, as if he was planning on settling for a while, but, of course he wasn't because...

"Are you... Are you drunk or something?" I suddenly blurt.

"Um...No?" He raises an eyebrow, wanting an explanation to my question.

"Well, I- I mean, you're..." I stutter awkwardly, earning a smirk from him.

"I'm what?" He presses me, grinning. I don't understand why he enjoys making me nervous. It's embarrassing, but he definitely likes it. People are like that, sometimes, right? They get off on knowing they intimidate others? Not that I'm intimidated by him... But, I suppose I am. I don't know him well enough to put his drug habits down to a legitimate reason. He's probably just crazy.

"You don't even talk to me, and now you feel like you can come in here and... Just- Just, lay on my bed?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." He smirks, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Honestly, yes," I sigh. "But I can't stop you, so just...carry on, with... Whatever it is you're doing here."

"No, Kellin," He sits up hurriedly, dropping the smile, "Am I seriously upsetting you? I'm just messing... I-I can stop if it's bothering you, I'm... I'm sorry."

I don't understand him, how he can push me over and over, and suddenly a switch will flip inside him and he'll... I don't know... Understand? For a day or two anyway, and then he's back with the bursting into my room, and poking me whenever I sit in the lounge. He's almost like a child, like those kids in the back of the class who misbehave for attention. Well, he'd be like a child if it wasn't for the drug habit and the possible drinking problem.

"Yeah, I'll just... Sorry." He stands up quickly, turning to face me and making eye contact for a few moments before looking away again. "Um, I... Don't worry about the beer."

"No, no, Vic that's yours, what should I give you, I mean..." I try to shut down his offer of letting the whole thing drop, but he interrupts.

"No. We live together, and I don't wanna do the weird thing of having, like... Individual stuff. So just... If you need anything, then... I don't know, just... Um." Watching Vic all flustered and nervous made me understand the humour in someone else's pain, but I didn't say anything.

He took a step towards the door before turning back again, "I, um..." He looked at me for a second and then changed his mind, muttering, "itdoesntmatter..." And then leaving.

You know in 90's films, where if someone had a sudden realisation, the world would speed up and the camera would zoom in directly on the person's shocked face? That's exactly what happened to me, when something in my head snapped, and 'oh shit, I'm totally into this guy.'