TUESDAY
Tuesdays are better than Mondays and I think mostly everyone can agree with that. After all, it's one day closer to the weekend.
I wake up early on Tuesday morning. It's only 7:00 AM which means I have another hour before my alarm goes off.
I lay there for a while in the darkness of my bedroom, trying to go back to sleep.
The black curtains on my window are drawn, preventing the sunlight from seeping into the room. I can't sleep with the light on or with any source of light.
After a half hour of tossing and turning, but failing to get comfortable or fall back asleep, I decide I'll just get up.
I get dressed first, a black sweater with skulls on it, and a pair of grey skinny jeans.
Then I repeat the same cycle of everyday, and lie down on my bed to check my phone.
I've got a few texts from an unknown number but when I read it I know who it is.
The messages are from three hours ago, so around four in the morning meaning I was asleep.
Oliver: Keeeelllllinnnnnn hiii
Oliver: are u trehe?
Oliver: love me
Oliver: :(
I laugh as I read the messages over. I decide to reply.
Me: Hey, you up?
My phone dings with notification of a text in merely seconds.
Oliver: no. I am dead.
Me: texting from heaven?
Oliver: no. hell. wanna join?
Me: if you're there, then yes.
Oliver: <3 otp = u and me
Me: i ship it.
Oliver: what's our ship name?
Me: Koliver or koli ???? Idk
Oliver: we sound like cauliflower. nobody's gonna ship us.
Me: its okay, they won't be able to resist the sexiness of koli.
Oliver: this conversation got weird. I like it.
Me: sooo those texts last night?
Oliver: what about them?
Me: were you drunk?
Oliver: maybe. i was at a party.
Me: why no invite for me?
I don't really like parties. I've been to a few, but they were back when I was a freshman. Oh, and one a few months ago with Vic.
Even though I don't like them, it'd still be nice to get invited every now and then.
My phone dings, drawing my attention back to it.
Oliver: you're too innocent kells.
Me: says who?
Oliver: I do
Me: i thought you said you were going to corrupt me?
Oliver: i will. but not in that way.
Me: what other way is there? bc that sounds suggestive
Oliver: maybe it is.
I don't reply after that. I'm not mad or upset, but I don't know how to feel about his words.
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Hold Onto Me (Koli/Kellic) (EDITING)
Fanfiction40k. Kellin Quinn is a suicidal eighteen year old boy, ready to end his life. He's in love with his childhood best friend, the gorgeous Vic Fuentes, who has a girlfriend of a year and a half, and is completely, absolutely straight. Or so he thinks. ...