Vic's POV
I was walking around campus when I saw a figure sitting on a bench. Beyond closer inspection I noticed it was Kellin. I noticed he was in a bunny costume. "Woah, Kellin. What's Up Doc?" He looked up at me and I noticed he was crying. I sat down on the bench next to him and handed him my sweatshirt which he put on immediately. "Love." I was insanely confused at the moment. "Excuse Me?" I said.
"I put my faith in love. I followed where it led..." Kellin said crying softly. "Love led you here?" I was starting to wonder if Kellin was one of those sad drunks. "To my personal circle of hell. It has not worked out well. I wish that I were dead because instead of a wedding and love, I'm flunking out of school, a total laughing stock. Someone he and his friends can just mock. So here's my head just hit it with a rock." He sobbed while looking down at the ground. His bunny ears fell of his head from the force it took him to look down.
"Wait. Go back." I said. Unfortunately, Kellin wasn't getting away that easily. "You came out here to follow a man? Harvard Law School was just part of that "plan"? Man, what rich romantic planet are you from?" I said turning to look at him. "Malibu?" He shrugged. "Instead of lying outside by the pool you stalk some guy to an Ivy League school. That's the weirdest reason I-" "Well why'd you come?" Kellin asked cutting me off.
I nodded and stood up facing him. "I grew up in the Roxbury Slums with my Mom and a series of bums. Guys who showed me all the ways a man can fail. I got through law school by busting my ass; worked two jobs in addition to class." I laughed at what he considered problems. "So forgive me for not weeping at your tale." Kellin stood up in a frantic frenzy. "Excuse me! Just because you've got some kind of chip on your shoulder..." I pushed him back down so he was sitting on the bench once again.
"You know what? You're right." I nodded and began to feel more confident. "There's a chip on my shoulder and it's as big as a boulder with the chance I've been given I'm gotta be driven as hell! I'm so close I can taste it so I'm not going to waste it. Yeah, there's a chip on my shoulder, you might want to get one as well." Kellin stood up and began to walk away; I followed him towards the dorms.
"I'm sorry but that sounds highly negative." Kellin said, not really caring about what I said. "Hey, I'm just being honest Kells. When you weren't born into privilege you have to work twice as hard. And I want my sweatshirt back." He smirked and somehow I knew my sweatshirt would never see my body again. We were about to enter the dorms when he suddenly stopped short. "Wait! Two jobs plus law school?" He said in disbelief.
I laughed. "I haven't slept in about six years." He turned to me with wide eyes as we stepped into the elevator. "Seriously, how do you do it?" He said, pressing the button of the floor he lived on. "Well, I don't go to parties a lot. It's not a good use of the time that I got. I can't spend hours straightening my hair and staying in shape." I said. "I DON'T SPEND HOURS!" Kellin yelled realizing we were in an enclosed space.
I ignored him and continued on, "But I know it'll all be worthwhile when I win my first lucrative trial and buy my mom that great big house out on the Cape." Kellin turned towards me. "Awh, that's so sweet." I shook my head. "No, that's the chip on my shoulder. I hugged my mom and told her: with the chance I've been given, I'm gonna be driven as hell! Though I can't take the day off I just think of the payoff. You need a chip on your shoulder, Little Mister Quinn, Comma, Kellin." We exited the elevator and walked down the hall towards his room.
"I just need to prove to everyone that I'm serious." He said while unlocking the door to his room. I shook my head. "What you need is to get to work." I said as I followed him into his room. It was apparent that he was one of those lucky freshmen that got to room alone. "Make yourself at home!" Kellin yelled while going into the bathroom to change.
Everything was so black that the absence of color was very startling. He had a whole shelf full of Rockstar Energy. "You drink a lot of Rockstar, don't you?" I said. "It gives me energy!" He yelled in a hyper active voice. "So you can stay up late studying?" I said hopeful. "WHAT?!" He yelled confused.
"I said studying. You do study, don't you? Where are those law books?" I asked as I looked around his bedroom. "They're under the---" He said almost as if he was trying to come up with an answer. I prompted him. "Under the---" "Pile of." He said but it came out as more if a question. I prompted him once again. "Pile of?"
Kellin walked out of the bathroom and picked up a band magazine. "There!" He shouted but nothing was there. "Well I know they're here somewhere." He said sounding genuinely confused. "You know this storage box is real picturesque, but it started its life as a desk clear it off and find some rooms for books instead." I grabbed the trash can from next to it and began to push some of the stuff off the desk and into the trash can.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Kellin asked in disbelief trying to grab my hands to stop me. I grabbed some magazines off the desk. "Can you live without this? Can you live without that?" I picked up a bottle and turned to him. "I don't know what this is." He grabbed it out of my hand. "It's for hair!" He said, defensively.
I grabbed the bottle back from him and threw it in the trash. "Wear a hat. Spend your time improving what's inside your head." I grabbed some more things and took a book and began to place some items inside it. "Out! Out! Put it in storage. Sell it on EBay. Leave it behind. Out! Out! What are you angry? Good, so get angry! You may find the chip on your shoulder." He turned away from me and huffed. "The room just got colder."
"HEY!" Kellin yelled facing me once again. I wanted to shake him at the moment. "But with the chance you've been given why are you not driven as hell? There's just no way around it; gotta plow through till you..." "Found it!" Kellin yelled holding up a law book which still had the plastic cover on it.
"You've been reading it hard, I can tell." He laughed and we sat down at the table to begin to study.
AN:
Hi, I'm not dead.
We had Legally Blonde practice all week and performances and now it's over.
I'm really sad as leaving a cast is very hard so this is my way of dealing with it.
This particular song from the musical is very long with a bunch of time jumps so sorry for the lame cliffhanger. It would be like 8,000 words if I wrote it in full.
I love you!
Bye!
