Frozen inside (Kellic)

chapter 11

"What was that all about!!??" I hear Vic shout to me, as we both fast-walk to the Ferris wheel, the night time air washing over us both, and the sweet but bark smell of Vics aroma filling my nose.

I face him, stressed out how was I going to explain this? I bit my lip, "I'm from...Venezuela a-and that's how we greet our friend  in brazil." I say to him.

But he bursts out in laughter, "Um...No that's in- you know what? I don't even care, I'm just going to forget about it." He says, but that shocked me.

"Why?" I raised my eyebrows, I was interested.

"Because I'm just a nobody, I'm not that important, trust me." He says comically, but I don't see why he  laughing. None of those things we r  true.

"That's not true." I tell him.

But he shrugs, "look, the Ferris wheel, we're here."

on the Ferris wheel~

Vics pov~

We sat rather closely, the seats were a bit small, and I needed space for My arms, as embarrassing that sounded. The ride moved slowly, slow enough for one to have time to talk and have a conversation. I honestly don't know why Kellin wanted to hang out with me; I'm honestly not that great...And about that kiss. Sure he was doing it to get back at his ex but I felt something, it was strange..

I gaze at him, his black hair flying back as the cold air casts over us, we gaze up at the dark blue sky in wonder, his skin slowly fading into a pale, porcaline white due to the weather, I gaze at his ears, and I widen my eyes.

"Kellin, you have gauges....?" I asked, in bewilderment.

The echo of his light laughter out broke inside  of my ears, "why's that a surprise?"

I shrugged, "well...It's...It's not you. I guess."

And he turns slightly towards me, resting his head in his hands, gazing at me, "and what exactly, is me?" he asked, with another laugh.

I licked my lips, "Um...footballs, partying, girls, nike socks...emoji joggers-"

"Vic," he laughed, "what the hell you're describing a middle-schooled guys' bio on instagram...those things are not me, although the football is very accurate."

I pull my hands together, "oh.." I say in a small voice.

"What do you think of me? Out of all honesty." He asked me, biting his lip, I had to mentally tear my gaze away from that.

"Well, you know outside of your bubble at school, what I had Just described about you was pretty accurate..." I say, brushing a strand of my dark hair beneath my ears, "but; honestly...I don't know...all this seems surreal...in a way...It's very unrealistic..if that makes sense.."

He looked confused.

I smile, "It's unbelievable to be sitting here with you."

There was silence.

"Why do you hate me?"

I shrug, "I don't."

"But you act like it." I said, facing him, our faces only inches apart, I begin to feel the heat that radiates off of his body and the expensive cologne from his bare skin, he has on a light grey sweater and dark jeans, with a black beanie, making his hair messy, in a boyish way.

I shift slowly, taking notice of how close we were, I don't know if he's comfortable with this type of thing...Yeah I'm gay but...is he? But then again he's like this with all his friends so I shouldn't be worrying.

"We just come from different crowds." I say to him, as I look at his green eyes.

But his eyes, they're gentle, "that's no reason for us to not be friends."

I shrug, our shoulders touching, "I don't know.."

"Aw Vic pleaaaaaaaaaseeeeeee!!" he shouts to me.

I laugh, as I pet his head, "thats cute, but I don't think so."

He snickered, "you think I'm cute?"

My cheeks then flushed, "uhm...Well, no, I was, just-"

He then gave me a light squeeze on my arm, "Vic, Vic, chill.." He trailed off, chuckling. But his eyes softened again, "I was just joking."

I smile, "we can be friends, I guess.." I trailed off.

He then nodded, as he crossed his arms, "then it's all good in the hood."