The Sinner (kellic)

chapter 10

The next morning I'm not in the best of moods. I'm not generally a moody person, but lately my emotions have been a bit eccentric. I'm blaming kellin. The only bright side to waking up is that it's the weekend and I don't have to work. I sleep in for as long as I can but eventually, hear a knocking on my door. I almost tell them to go away, but it could be Lisa or Ben, and no matter what mood I'm in, I don't want to disrespect them. So I muster up a questioning grunt. I'm lying face down on my bed and I don't look up to see who's entered. It's silent for some time and I'm starting to think that maybe they assumed I'm still asleep and left.

"So are you dead or what?" kellin asks. I should have known it would be his weird ass standing there in silence.

"I wish. What are you doing?" I finally roll over to squint at him from beneath my covers. The sun had begun to shine in through the large window and it wasn't helping my slight hangover.

"My keys. You still have them." Kellin responds crossing his arms and giving me an unimpressed look. I groan again before sitting up in bed and stretching letting the covers drop.

"Going somewhere?" I ask, getting up from bed in search of the keys I had thrown somewhere when I got back last night.

"I-I um, y-yeah." He stutters, I turn around to look at him in confusion.

"You ok there?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Can you put pants on?" he asks uncomfortably. I roll my eyes but laugh and pick up a pair of sweats off the ground.

"Can't handle all this?' I tease, finally finding the keys and holding them out for him. His usual sass comes back now that I have clothes on and he scoffs.

"All of what?" he tries to take the keys from my hand but I just hold on tighter, raising my eyebrows.

"Your being rude kellin." I pout. His blue eyes have a spark of mischief as he yanks the keys from my grasp with a shrug.

"I'm being honest." He smirks giving me a quick up and down glance before leaving my room and closing the door behind I'm. I shake my head when he's gone. I think kellin was just flirting with me.

I eventually get fully dressed and make my way downstairs, following my stomach to the kitchen. Kellin brightened my mood considerably, and I'm feeling like maybe I can be a part of society today. Maybe not a productive one, but one nevertheless. I find a bowl and get cereal, not bothering to go to the dining room at all. The rest of the family most likely ate breakfast hours ago. As I'm lazily shoveling food in my face I begin to wonder what the hell I'm actually doing. I've been living with a super Christian family for a couple of weeks, prostituting myself and selling drugs all while working at a family owned motel. The plan was to get some much needed sleep for a while, get extra spending money and then get out of these people's hair. But here I am, weeks later, standing in the kitchen eating cereal like I live here. Like I actually belong here.

"Why do you look all mopey?" kellin scares the shit out of me, pooping up at my side out of nowhere. I spill a little milk when I jump in surprise.

"I don't." I defend myself, glaring halfheartedly at him. He looks especially cute today. He's dressed more casually then I thought possible for him, in dark skinny jeans and black and grey stripped shirt that's a little too big on him.

"Where are you going anyways?" I ask, directing the subject away from me. I'm actually glad Kellin came out of nowhere to bother me. My thoughts were getting annoyingly confusing.

"I was going to go out with my friend Matty but he canceled. So now I'm just here all day I guess." he shrugs nonchalantly. I smirk and raise my eyebrows.