I held Junior in my arms and smiled down at him. He smiled back. God, how he was like Kellin. His blue eyes, his smile, his singing voice. I cuddled into Kellin and his arms wrapped around me. I smiled and kissed him lightly. He kissed back and then kissed Junior's forehead.
"Daddy, tell me about how you met Mommy."
I smiled and kissed Kellin again.
"Ok, baby boy."
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When I was 12 years old, I first met you.
I walked into the school gates and stared at the unwelcoming building. Another new school. I prayed this wouldn't be like the old ones. As I walked in, someone pushed by me, setting the cuts on my shoulder stinging. Tears welled up and I carried on walking. I walked into my home room and say at the back. I stared into my lap and plugged my iPod in. I looked through my fringe at my class "mates". I wanted to scream. They were all the typical popular kids. I noticed one guy sitting on a desk in the middle. He had medium length brown hair, with a flipped fringe. His eyes were a soft but bright blue and he was wearing a leather jacket. He was laughing at something. I immediately felt attracted to him and I cursed. Great move, Vic, falling for the popular kid. He saw me and made his way over. He stuck his hand out and said something. I pulled my earbuds out.
"S-Sorry, what did you say?"
He grinned.
"I'm Kellin."
I shook his hand, praying my sleeve wouldn't roll up.
"Vic."
"You're accent." He sat on the desk in front of mine, cross-legged. "Where are you from?"
"Mexico."
He grinned wide. "That's awesome."
I shrugged. "I guess."
He winked. "Come and sit up with me."
I looked down. "I'd rather stay here."
"Huh, ok." He jumped up and turned around. "Hey, Turtle! Chuck me my stuff."
He caught it easily then sat in the seat next to me. I smiled weakly and he winked again.
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When I was 15 years old, you saved my life.
The jocks pushed me into the locker again. I screamed as my head hit it and I fell down sobbing. Someone's foot connected with my stomach and I wanted to throw up. I screamed and curled up, begging them to stop. They just carried on harder.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!
I heard running footsteps as they ran. I stayed in the ball I was in.
"Viccy?"
I looked up at Kellin.
"K-Kelly."
He hugged me and I sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed my back.
"Let's get you to the nurse sweetie."
He grabbed my bag and helped me up. I limped with him to the school nurse. The bell went.
"Kelly go to class."
"Nope. I'm making sure you're ok."
I smiled weakly, grateful. He was one of the best friends ever. It killed me to think what I would do later. The nurse patched me off and sent us off to class.
I sat in art and slid the knife we were using up my sleeve before raising my arm.
"Miss, may I please go to the toilet?"
