I'll Make This Feel Like Home (Kellic)

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Hi um we're going to pretend that Kellin's birthday is in February okay? Cool.
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The thick material of my comforter hugged my body and insured me warmth. My pillow secured my head and brought me warm dreams while my mattress held this all together. Everything smelt like home. It surrounded me and brought me comfort. I could cry.

"Happy birthday!" I heard the familiar voice of my mom and dad sing. My eyes fluttered open and met my bedroom celling.

My bedroom.

I sat up and looked around. I was in my bedroom that was at home, and everything was just like I remember. There was a stain in the corner of the room from when I dropped paint on the carpet, the time Mom let me paint my walls blue by myself when I was 12. And the people I love the most were in here.

"Mom, Dad." I spoke. They smiled at me, Mom holding a cake in her hands that you could tell she made herself, and I smiled because she hasn't handmade a cake in years.

I wanted to cry and tell them all about how I dreamt that I was homeless because they had kicked me out of the house, but I didn't want to ruin the moment; I couldn't.

"Your boyfriends here, too." Dad said, gesturing towards the door of my room. Standing there was none other than Christofer Drew himself. Had I dreamt his rejection too?