A Kellic Love Story

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The drive to Kellin’s house was amazing. It was more like 30 minutes but it flew by. We talked about our favourite bands and our shared love of onion rings. God he’s so frickin’ perfect! And he kept saying I’m cute so I said he was cute and he went ‘yeah, I know’. He’s such a dick but I know deep down he’s really sweet and romantic c: my sweet romantic Kell<3

“Here we are,” Kellin announced, puling up into the driveway of a heuge house.

seriously, it was the biggest house in a street of huge houses. It made mine look like a doll’s house :/

He’s rich.

I could tell from his car and his clothes anyway, but this just confirmed it.

As we walked into the hallway of his house, I knew he could never come over to mine. He’d think I’m so poor! Our house is small. I mean, it’s only me, mom and Mike, and we each have our own bedroom so it’s not like we’re all cramped in there or anything...:/ I don’t know, kids at my old school made fun of me for being poor, I just don’t want the same to happen again. I know Kellin would never do anything to hurt me, but I can see him trying to make a joke out of it.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD,”

silence.

“Thank god, they’re not home yet,” Kellin flashed me a smile and took his shoes off...uh...whut?

I thought I’d better take mine off too. I kicked off my black vans and Kellin just smiled nonchalantly like taking your shoes off in your house is normal.

“Come on, let’s grab some snacks and go up to my room,”

my stomach turned. the prospect of being in Kellin’s room was too much for me to handle. He’s the love of my life! I’ll probably get so nervous and vomit on him or something. ugh why did God make me such a loser? Why couldn’t He make me cool like Kellin? Confident and mature. Then I could just be like “sure Kell” and wink at him and we’d get some snacks and I’d walk up to his room like it was no big deal, just throw myself onto his bed, start flirting with him, admit I like him, kiss him, propose to him, spend the rest of my natural born life with him you know normal stuff.

But no.

Instead I’m awkward and nervous and shy and dorky.

“Uh, ok,” I murmured in response and needily followed Kellin into his kitchen.

That was huge too.

I watched him grab bags of chips and dip and candy and red bull, “We can order some pizzas too,”

Holy shit, how much does he eat? And how does he stay so...fit?

I nodded and followed Kellin up two flights of stairs until we reached another tiny set of stairs, just a few steps high.

“No way, your room’s in the attic?” I asked, excited.

He nodded, “Yeah, since like a couple months. I need my space, ya know?”

No. The word ‘space’ has no meaning in my family. Everyone’s in each other’s shit. Well, my mom and Mike are always in my shit, I keep muhself to muhself.

He walked up the steps and opened the door to his room.

I let out a little gasp when I saw it.

First of all, it was huge and massive. And second, it was covered in band merch. Magazine clippings and posters and band merch, all over his walls. His walls were painted white and he had black bedsheets.