Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

15: Kellin

**Kellin's POV**

After going through an endless amount of stuff, Vic decided to call it a day. He seemed to be pretty tired and I didn't blame him. There was so much stuff down here.

For some reason though he wanted to bring the typewriter upstairs so we could continue to communicate. I chuckled as he struggled to lift the heavy ass thing and made his way to the staircase. What an idiot.

"Hold on." He then said, taking his foot back off the first step. "You can lift things, why aren't you doing this?"

Why would I do it if someone else could do it for me? Besides, it was your idea, you dork.

I leaned over his shoulder and started typing. 'just leave it. I'm gonna stay down here for a little while longer.'

"Alright, whatever you say." Vic then muttered before putting it back on the table.

The day after that, Vic had left the house quite early, leaving me by myself. Normally I would say that it was exactly how I liked it. But I had grown used to having Vic around. He was a nice guy. Maybe I even considered him a friend?

I don't know. I never really had friends. I had always been a bit of an outcast. Probably thanks to my strange range of interests and my distant nature. Even my own family didn't much appreciate me. Heck I had never even had a boyfriend. No, not a girlfriend either obviously... 

I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear.

So in the eyes of most people, I was a freak basically.

I sat around on the couch, throwing the key that Vic had found in the air and then catching it again. I was unconsciously doing it over and over while I was deep in my thoughts.

So yeah, I died and now I'm a ghost. At least now I know that there's actual truth behind the shit that I've been writing all these years. I mean don't get me wrong, I always hoped that this kind of stuff was real, but I was a skeptical see-it-before-you-believe-it kind of guy, you know?

Being a ghost was weird though. I had never realized it before but I no longer had to eat, I no longer had to pee or take a shit. But I did still get tired so I needed sleep and somehow I was able to touch things.

What the hell was this key for though?

Vic found it between my research notes. Notes that I didn't even remember writing. I was completely puzzled by the fact that, in my own writing, there was a specific line at the bottom of every page, underlined three times as I always did when something was important.

This will be my breakthrough!!

That's what I had written. But how could I not remember?

Eventually Vic came back. He looked directly at me when he came into the living room, eyeing the key as I was still throwing it up and catching it.

"I got you something." He said with a smile as he went through the plastic bag that he was holding. "I mean, it's not like a present or anything, because that would be weird. This is, like, something you can use. I thought it would be, you know, easier than the typewriter thing."

There he went, being nervous again. I couldn't help but to laugh a little.

Vic then pulled what looked like a tablet from the bag and held it out to me. I put the key on the table and took the tablet from Vic's hands, looking at it curiously. Yeah, this was definitely easier than the typewriter.

"I sort of borrowed it from my brother. Do you know what it is?" Vic then asked.

I stared at him skeptically. "Dude, I died like 3 months ago, not 300 years. I know what a fucking iPad is. You're lucky you're cute otherwise I would've hit you over the head for such a stupid question." I muttered while shaking my head.

Wait, did I just call him cute?

I was so lucky that he couldn't hear me say that.

"So, wanna get back to it?"

I sighed and shook my head.

Right, he can't see me.

I unlocked the tablet and went straight to the notes application. 'I don't really feel up to it at the moment.' I typed before showing it to him.

Vic nodded in understanding and sat down next to me. "Been at it all night, haven't you?" He asked, furrowing his brows a little.

How did he know?

"Well alright, wanna watch a movie then?"

I chuckled a little. This guy was such a dork. 'you do realize that you're basically hanging out with a dead person, right?' I typed.

He glanced over to the screen and laughed. "I am well aware."