Body-Swap | kellic

Wonderless

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Maybe you're to blame

Maybe I'm a star

My mistakes I've made won't leave me alone

{kellin}

Jack held me back from chasing after Vic.

"Whoa, whoa slow your roll little man. Kell's just butt hurt that you free styled that song for his band. You hurt his ego."

I scoffed at that notion and rolled my eyes dramatically.

"If you don't let him cool off he'll delete that recording," Nick joked.

The rest of the band laughed with him. If only they understood the levity of the situation Vic and I were in they wouldn't be laughing right now.

After thirty minutes had passed and Vic still wasn't back, the Sirens guys started to get a little antsy. I had a feeling after he stormed off that he wasn't coming back.

If only I knew where he went, then I could distract the guys and make a run for it, I thought.

But...while I was alone with my band for the first time in a week I decided to make the most fun out of it. I knew my guys were always sluts for gossip so I started the conversation out right.

"Do you think Kellin's been acting strange lately?" I asked, too innocent for my own good.

A splutter of laughter burst across the room, "Don't you mean stranger than normal?"

"Sure Justin." I groaned a bit.

"I thought it was freaky when he started playing the guitar during the finale of your concert." Gabe noted. Everyone else hummed along in agreement.

"Yeah, it's almost like you and Kellin have swapped places this last week or so," Nick laughed, "I mean, look at what you're wearing."

I stared down at my outfit. Cuffed extra skinny jeans and an American flag tee with a jeans jacket and TOMS; it was classic Kellin. Dammit.

"Oh yeah, wasn't Kellin was wearing the goofy looking shorts and snapback getup that you always wear Vic?"

I played it off as smoothly as possible, waving my hand as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "It's part of this deal we have."

"Since he's gone, why don't we start laying down some instruments to go on the track?" Jack asked the group. "What do you think Vic?"

But I had already taken Copeland and made a run for it.

I knew Vic was at the rental house. So I found the key that was still under the doormat and burst in the home, wielding Cope in her papoose.

I saw a flash of naked butt cheek run up the stairs and the slam of a door. Weird.

"Vic?" I called out, following the unknown streaker's trail. "Vic? Anyone, hello?"

My car was in the driveway, he had to be in here somewhere. I opened the door to the room that I remembered was his. The blinds were shut tightly and the only light in the room came from the glow of his laptop screen.

There he was, quiet as ever, swaddled in multiple blankets. He made eye contact with me as I entered the room, but his eyes flicked quickly back to the screen. I sat Copland on the carpet and then I sat myself on the edge of the bed where Vic was.

"Hey," I began softly. Vic said nothing, his eyes stayed glued to the screen. He was watching Parks and Rec, it was the 'Lil Sebastian Memorial episode. We sat in silence through Andy Dwyer's "5000 Candles in the Wind."

As the rest of the episode went on, he gradually let me wrap an arm around the downy cocoon he was in, and by the time the end credits were rolling, he had fully embraced the thought of snuggling with me.

I shut the laptop. The room was dark and silent, save for Cropland's small gurgles.

"You don't actually need me, " Vic said hoarsely. I could tell he'd been crying.

"I do need you–

"No. You don't," He stated adamantly. "You freestyled a song in two seconds. We've been working on a song off and on for two months. You could have obviously finished the album on your own."

I tried to deny his claims, but my words got stuck in my throat.

"Exactly," he snapped, scooting away from my embrace.

"Look at me Vic," he peeked at me from the corner of his eye, I caught his chin with my fingers gently and turned it toward mine. "I do need you. A duet requires two people last time I checked. I wouldn't have it any other way, or with any other person."

"But– " Now it was my turn to cut him off.

"What I did back there was me getting thoughts out of my head, feelings off my chest. Something I know you do all the time. I would never throw you away like that, you're important to me Vic."

He said nothing, but I could tell that those invisible scars were healing.

"Really?" He laid his head down on my shoulder.

"Really." I answered. I started to lift his chin up again with my fingers. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Without skipping a beat, his lips latched on to mine hungrily. "I'm sorry I'm so dramatic." He said though the kisses.

"It's okay," I replied," I'm always a slut for someone who has a flair for the dramatic."

Vic stopped kissing me; he looked shocked and maybe a little repulsed. "You literally ruined the moment babe."

I laughed and ducked my head down to suck at his neck.

"Oh," I stopped suddenly," I forgot to tell you, but here's a naked man in your house."

Like it was the most normal thing in the world, Vic replied, "That's Tony. He was jacking off."

"On the couch?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Different strokes for different folks," he chuckled pinning me on the bed to finish what we started.