The Mute Boy And The New Kid {Kellic}

So Many Questions

Vic's POV---

Once I got home I collapsed on my bed and let out a long, needed sigh of boredom. What was I supposed to do in this town? I don't have friends go hang out with and I can bet on my life nobody would want to anyways.

After going into a deep trance of daydreams, the thought of Kellin crossed my mind.

What happened to his eye?

Why is he so skinny? Does he eat?

I wonder who his friends are...

Does he like me?

Did I come off as annoying or nosy?

Why is he so self-conscious and timid?

Do I bother him?

I was suffocating myself with my own thoughts untill eventually my eyelids felt heavy and I drifted of to sleep.

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I woke up to the noise of my mother calling me. "Victor!" She happily called. "Guests are coming soon!" Guests? Since when--who even are they?

I as I was questioning my mothers words, I felt the bed above me shift. "Aye, Vic?" My brother asked, "Who's coming over?" I just slowly slid out of my bed.

"I have no idea, we just moved---how does that woman make friends so fast?" I question making Mike chuckle softly.

I walked down the stairs with Mike and went into the kitchen where I knew my mom would be. "Mom who's coming over?" I raised my eyebrow as she turned from her pot of god knows what.

"The Bostwick family." Was all she said, "Ma?" I question as she turns back to her work.

"Isn't it the other way around?" "Aren't they suppose to invite us over?"

"Victor Vincent Fuentes!" She said in a parenting tone. "That's rude, and no...I asked them to come over so be polite!" I heard Mike laughing softly from the living room. 

"I'm always polite mama." I use a cocky tone.

"I don't think it counts if you hide away in your room the whole time..." Ouch, salty much? I just laughed softly and joined Mike on the couch, in wait.

About 10-15 minutes later I hear a knock on the door, queuing me to walk up to my room and hide-I don't do well with people.

Once I made my way back up to my room, I collapsed in my bed and pulled out my guitar from its cozy resting position. I decided since I didn't have anything better to do I would practice.

If you wanted to set me free, why the fuck wouldn't you say something?

See I was just over 17. Made of poison, cave in free. Oh please don't abandon me.

Mother, father I love you so, but this is just me disguised as me.

I'm the killer who burned your home. This is a street youth rising up--

I was just about to sing the rest of it when I heard my door swing open and slam shut, someone was in here. I could hear them breathing nervously and heavily. Since my room was pitch black whoever it was couldn't see me. I heard them slide down the door and sniffle softly.

"Mikey? Is that you?" I knew it defiantly wasn't but I had no idea what to say in this situation....There was no response but I could tell that someone's head flick up in fear.

All of a sudden the lights flicked on and I saw, Kellin? What was he doing here? And how did he find my house? More questions started bubbling up in my mind.

"Kellin? What are you doing here?" I put my guitar down and walked up to him as he pushed his back against the door frame in fear. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" He nodded and relaxed a bit.

'I thought this was the bathroom, I'm really sorry.' He signed and looked down at him feet. I put my hand on his shoulder, which was surprisingly very boney.

"It's okay Kellin...but um, how did you get here?" I raised my eyebrow and smirked causing him to blush and look down again.

'My foster parents are here for dinner and I just got an anxiety attack so I-' Kellin didn't finish before he started tearing up and burying his face in his hands.

"Shh no don't cry, it's okay Kells." I wrap my arms around him and try to comfort him. At first he just tensed up and stood there but after a while he hugged back and cried into my chest, making soft whimpers. I run my fingers  through his soft hair until he calmed down.

'I'm sorry, I just got scared. I don't like meeting new people.' He signed quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"It's okay, at least I wasn't naked or something." I joke, trying to make him smile but instead making him blush almost as red as a cherry. It was kinda cute really. "I'm just joking Kells." I smile and brush my thumb across his warm, pale cheek. He was really cute, if I'm gonna be honest. I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend. I gently brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, they are so beautiful. Like a blueish, green color, and I loved it. Even if one of them was bruised a bit.

We just stood there in silence and I cupped his cheek and to my surprise he didn't move away, instead moved closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face, it smelled like fresh mint leaves.

I new this is my chance and I think Kellin felt it too, the connection. I tilted my head to the side, shut my eyes and leaned in as I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Authors Note:
Sorry it took forever to update... I've been lazy 😁 and updates will be more frequent now!!!