Suicide ↠ Kellic

Kellin

I stabbed the food on my plate with the fork I held, groaning as I ate my final fry.

"What's up?" Tony muttered, sipping his drink.

"I'm just upset because Legolas has better hair than me," I tugged at the end of my hair, noticing how long it had gotten since I'd been here.

"Legolas? As in from Lord of the Ring, tall elf man?"

"Do you know any other Legolas' with luscious hair?" I spoke, sarcasm lacing my words.

"Where did this come from?" He asked, looking genuinely curious about my undeniable fascination in Legolas, who was damn attractive.

"I was reading one of the books earlier, did you know this place had a library?" I'd never seen the library before, so it naturally came as a surprise when Jenna, someone who I once shared a table with when I couldn't fine Tony or Jaime, began explaining a story which began in a library.

"Of course I did," Tony said, "you didn't? It's literally next to the canteen."

"Well I'm sorry for not being observant," I chuckled, grabbing my empty plate and shoving in on a pile amongst many other dirty plates.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked.

"I'm not sure, it's Saturday tomorrow and I think my Mom is coming so I'm probably going to clean the hell- sorry I meant my room."

I didn't bother waiting for Tony to answer, I just walked away.

-

The moment I opened the door to the room I was hit by a wave of shock. Vic is never up here, he's never any where I am lately. So why now does he choose to come up here on the one occasion I decided to.

It's not that I didn't want him to be here, it's just that with him ignoring me it's turned really awkward around him, and to be completely honest it kills me inside, not knowing what I did to make he ignore me like that. I just want to be like we were, kissing and holding hands.

Vic looked at me, almost longingly before he stood up and began to the door.

"No-" Before I could process what was happening I had hold of his arm, pulling him back into the room.

"No." I mumbled, "before you leave the room I want you to explain to me exactly what I have done for you to ignore me." I was building some sort of wall of confidence.

He still didn't speak though. He looked like he was in thought.

"I- I can't..."

And then my wall of confidence was knocked down.

Was there even a reason?

Did he just not like me?

"It's okay if you don't like me, or if I'm too clingy, just tell me and I'll leave you alone." I stammered, I didn't want him to not like me. I really liked him and if he didn't feel the same I'm not sure what I would do. He's the one that has kept me going, pushing me to get over my fears and building up my confidence day by day, and him telling me that he doesn't feel the same will knock down everything I built, and leave me crushed under the rubble.

He took a deep breath, "Kellin, I do like you, I just can't speak to you, as confusing as it sounds, I can't explain why but I'm sorry that I'm hurting you so much. I do need you and I do love you but I can't."

"I don't care what it is, I just want you back, if I was minutes away from death and the only way to survive was to stop speaking to you all together, I would die. Because I'd rather die with you by my side than die alone."

Vic shut his eyes, and I noticed a tear fall from his gorgeous brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Kellin."

He went for the door, yet once again I grabbed his arm, however this time we didn't speak. I pressed my lips against his soft ones, he froze.

But it didn't take long for him to kiss me back.

I don't know where all my confidence is from. Most likely Vic. He my confidence power source.

Our lips moved in unison. Vic bit down on my lip, causing me to gasp slightly, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

Cautious not to ruin anything, I gently ran my hand under his shirt, feeling his toned stomach.

I walked him backwards to one of the beds, and pushing him softly onto it so I could hover over him.

He ran his hands over my body, each touch causing my stomach to do flips.

I lowered my hands to the waist line of his jeans, slipping my finger under neath.

However it seemed to give him a snap of reality, and he shoved me off him and stormed out of the room, not giving me a chance to say any thing to get him back.

I was so close.

So damn fucking close to getting my Vic back.

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Im going into Manchester today:)