Punks & Pastels (kellic)

chapter 2

[smut chapter. consensual but sad]

"Kellin, I'm home!" I heard my momma. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the shower!" I called out.

I cleansed my body some more and started to clean my face. I stepped completely under the water and let the water pour down around me. After all the soap was off, I turned off the shower and stepped out. I dried and dressed myself and headed downstairs to my momma.

"Kellin!" She gasped and ran over to look all around my face. "What happened?"

"I got hit," I told her. I didn't want to say who so I had to lie. "I tried to lay be head on the desk but I dropped too hard and it kinda slapped the side of my face. But I'm okay, momma,"

"Oh, if you're sure," she said with uncertainty in her voice. "I brought home some Jin Jin's, your favorite,"

(fun fact: JIN JINS IS LIFE)

"Oh heck yeah!" I smiled and took the container always from her and we walked to the dining room together.

"So who were those two boys?" She asked a little cautiously. My momma was fully aware of my sexual orientation, so me coming home with a boy would spark her wonder. "They were a bunch of cuties, is there something I need to know?"

"Firstly, it isn't some weird threesome, if that's what you're implying," I laughed which caused her to do the same. "They came to study, but Vic, he may or may not be a boy who's caught my eyes. But the spiky haired dude has some wonky-dinky kind of shit happening up there,"

"You know cursing isn't something normal kids do with their parent?" She told me.

"Well good thing I'm not normal," I giggled.

"Kellin, you know I love you right?" She told me sincerely.

I knew where she was getting at. Before my papa left, he told me all these rude things and how it was impossible for someone to like a freak like me. He told me how much he hates me and it lead to the worst depression of my life. My momma was terrified, hell so was I, and she never wanted me to feel like that ever again.

"Yes, momma," I smiled. "And I love you too,"

-•-

My momma must've taken an early shift or that was her honking outside, because there was someone repeatedly honking outside and my momma didn't answer it. Yesterday was a Friday and that didn't mean any school today. I sighed and pushed back the covers. I went up to my drawer and pulled on an oversized tee shirt and some knee socks. I contemplated pants but the shirt was long enough to cover my pink panties, so I just pulled my hair into a messy tiny bun and went on downstairs. I opened the front door and looked outside and saw Vic by his car.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Yes, Vic?"

"There you are Cutie-Quinn," I blushed at the little pet name he came up with. "Oh, looking cute for Daddy, huh?"

"Vic!" I scolded, I ran up to him and put my hands over his mouth. "I think you have a kink,"

"I'm into anything you're in for," he smirked, then he flicked my hair. "And is that a bun in your hair?"

"Shut up," I smiled. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I wanted you to come over," he told me. "I tried knocking, but no one answered, so I brought my car over and started honking,"