115 Days [Kellic]

Day 48-52

Kellin's pov

Day 48

"Vic that's not where- oh."

"Can you pleas- Vic."

"Oh my god can- ugh."

I sat down on my bed tired from telling Vic all of the rules and what he was doing wrong. So far having him stay with me had been really stressful. He leaves his clothes everywhere, he steals my boxers, he doesn't clean up for himself and I'm always the one that cleans up his messes. I know I shouldn't but I didn't want my mom to get mad at Vic and kick him out.

As of now I was watching Vic dump his dirty clothes on my floor and get dressed for bed. He always dumped his dirty laundry and he knew I had a place to put all of that in, but did he care? Not really.

"You know there's a place to put all of that." I pointed to his dirty laundry.

He looked at the pile and shrugged. He got into my bed and looked up at me giving me a big smile.

"Your doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I said.

"Doing what on purpose?" He asked confused.

I sighed. "Nevermind."

I got up and took my clothes off getting ready for bed. I grabbed a shirt and put it on, it was rather big on me but it was so comfortable.

"You know I could get used to you undressing in front of me, it's great." I looked at Vic to see a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes and got in bed next to him. It was quiet, I was content just being in bed with him next to me. I turned my head slightly to look at him and he was already looking at me with a concentrated face.

"What?" I said.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Of course it is why are you asking?"

"I don't know, I just don't want to step over your boundaries." He said.

"You aren't." I turned my whole body to face him properly and scooted just a bit closer to him.

"Your mom doesn't like me very much." He changed the subject.

"She does like you." I ran my hand through his hair.

"No she doesn't and you know it, I'm the guy that broke her sons heart." He frowned.

"She likes you okay? She's just protective over me."

"I can tell. Your relationship with her has grown." He said.

"Yeah it has, I'm really happy. We don't talk about my dad anymore which is sad, but I think it's better for both of us not to mention him at all, of course we still remember him when it's his birthday, or my parents anniversary, also holidays." I said.

"Do you think your dad would have liked me?" He asked.

"No."

"Wow thanks." He rolled his eyes.

I smiled. "He was way more protective over me."

"He seems great."

"He was, and still is." I frowned a little.

"You miss him a lot don't you?"

"Yeah all the time." I bit my lip trying to hold back tears.

"Get some sleep." He wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer to him. "I'm sorry by the way."

"Don't be." I kissed his cheek and buried my face into his chest.

"I have to be, I always end up hurting you one way or another." He mumbled.