Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

19: Kellin

**Kellin's POV**

"So why did you write about creepy stuff? Why not like thrilling mysteries or sappy romance novels? Desperate, lonely housewives just love those." Vic said, after I had showed him a couple of the books that I had written.

I snorted a little at his statement.

I still didn't understand the boy's interest in me, but I guess I didn't mind.

"There must be a reason." He then implied, seeing as I still hadn't answered his question.

Was there really a reason though?

Well, yeah, of course there was.

"When I was twelve." I began, immediately catching Vic's full attention. "I witnessed a car crash not too far away from here. It happened like, barely ten feet away from me. One car crashed into the other, it was a horrible mess. One of the mirrors broke off and flung into my direction; it ended up hitting me over the head. But right before I passed out, I swore that I saw three dark figures surrounding the cars, reaching into them. Later I found out that five people were involved in the crash, three of them died. And I knew that wasn't just a coincidence, but no one believed me of course. Everyone said that what I saw was just my imagination trying to protect me from the real horrors."

"But you didn't buy it." Vic added thoughtfully.

"Precisely."

"And that's when you started doing research?"

I simply nodded. Yep, that's how it all started. And escalated, apparently.

"That's so cool." Vic said with a smile, as he sat back on the couch. "I mean, it's not cool that you had to see people die, that's not what I meant." He quickly added, his excited demeanor changing into a nervous one.

I chuckled a little, shaking my head. "It's fine, I knew what you meant."

He shot me a relieved smile, his eyes not once leaving my face. I really wondered what he was thinking when he looked at me the way he did. It was like he was absolutely in awe. But why?

"So tell me Vic, how would you know what desperate, lonely housewives enjoy?" I decided to ask, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him slightly.

He laughed softly and shrugged. "My mom's in this book club, or something. Every Thursday a group of women come over and... I'm not even really sure what they do, but part of me thinks that I don't really want to know." He then explained, scrunching his nose a little as if he was just thinking about the vilest of things.

"Well I can bet you that they're not reading my stuff." I stated with a chuckle.

"Maybe I should recommend it to them."

We both smiled at each other for a moment. I really didn't understand why he was being so nice and helpful. Surely he had better things to do than hang around with his pet ghost?

I was glad that he was here though, despite the possible risks, which I seriously needed to read up on soon by the way.

"Kellin?" Vic asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "Do you think there's like, a heaven and hell? Or is it just... this?"

I shrugged slightly as I looked around me. "I don't know. I never really believed in the concept of hell or heaven in the first place. And honestly, I don't even really know what this is."

"Oh." He sighed, sounding a little disappointed.

I frowned and put my hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him in some kind of way by squeezing it lightly. I don't know, I was bad at this stuff. "I'm sorry, I don't really know what to tell you."

He smiled just lightly. "It's okay. I was just brought up to believe that when we die we all go to heaven, you know? So you should be in heaven right now, yet you're here. I'm sure it sounds ridiculous to someone who doesn't believe, but—"

"It doesn't sound ridiculous." I softly said, interrupting him on accident. "Maybe this is my heaven, I don't know."

Vic gave me an incredulous look. "This?" He asked, pointing around him as he looked at me.

I nodded and laughed a little. "Yeah, I mean, I'm in the comfort of my own home, got everything I need, no responsibilities, no family nagging at my head, and I've got cute company. Sounds pretty heavenly to me." I stated, nudging Vic lightly in the shoulder.

A bashful smile took over his face as he looked downward.

Hold on, was he blushing? That was so adorable.

I stared at him curiously as he twiddled with his fingers for a moment. Shortly after, he looked up at me again, biting his lower lip just slightly. What was this boy thinking? I was dying to know. Well, not literally, obviously.

Before I could even process anything further, he then closed his eyes and leaned in, barely pressing his lips against mine. I froze for a second, completely surprised by this unexpected event. But eventually I gave in to the feeling in my stomach that told me that I had been craving this, and let myself melt into the kiss.

Vic's lips were soft and warm and moved so perfectly with mine. For a second I completely forgot that I was dead.

Hold on, I'm dead.

And I'm kissing Vic.

Who's very much alive.

This is so wrong.

But god damn it, it felt so right!

Suddenly though, his lips were gone and I instantly felt disappointed. I opened my eyes, trying to quickly think of something to say, but Vic wasn't there anymore. Right, I guess his time was up and he was back on the side of the living now.

I sighed, letting myself fall sideways onto the couch.

Being dead was really becoming a pain in the ass.