Nobody's Perfect But You're Perfect... To Me (kellic)

Chapter 9- Destiny

Kellin's pov-

I can't believe Oli did that. Everything seems so confusing at the moment, like the whole world is sped up and the school has slowed down. Everyone seems to be in a trance. No-one cares until it's too late. I just wish I could've helped. Oli always tried to hide behind a fake smile and dominating personality but he was broken and I was almost certain that him being so vulnerable would annoy him. He never wanted anyone's sympathy but his life wasn't as perfect as he made out. Whereas me, I tried to hide my weaknesses but failed miserably; people pretending to care. It's all an act.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when someone tapped my shoulder gently. Turning, I saw Vic and smiled fakely at him. Although I have a valid reason to be upset I don't need fake sympathy,
"You can't fool me with a fake smile" he whispered softly.
"I'm fine." I said, my voice faltering because I was on the brink of tears. He gave me a look to say 'we both know that's not true' but I ignored him and got up from the desk chair. I clambered into my bunk and turned to face the wall. Through my blurry vision I glared at the wall, crying until I eventually fell asleep.

Waking up I realised my eyelids were stuck together and tears had dried to my face. After opening my eyes properly I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself up before just sitting on the floor letting more tears fall. My back was against the wall and I was curled into a ball just trying to forget everything when the voices came back again.

You're dad was telling the truth; you don't deserve happiness. Everytime anything good happens, you will destroy it and ruin others lives.
You really are a useless little piece of sh.t, you are just wasting air.
Faggot.

The last one had no relevance but still hurt. My head was pounding and it would be so easy for me to slip back in to old habits... What have I got to live for, I nearly cost Oli his life and I deserv-

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I wiped the stray tears off my cheeks and opened the door. Vic, he looked concerned, genuinely though, not like the people who just feel like they have to pretend to care.

He grabbed my arm gently but still enough to make me flinch back in pain. He looked like he had expected it. 'Please don't let him find out' I silently begged. He led me over to the bottom bunk and we both sat. I was fully aware I was shaking by now, can't he see how desperate I am for him to not do this.

Apparently not.

He held my hand like I was so fragile I could break, well I could but not physically. He cautiously pulled up the arm of my hoodie while I panicked trying to get away from his gentle but firm grasp. I gave up and looked up at him through my forming tears.

"Kellin..." he started,
"Don't pretend to care." I cut him off bluntly and for a few seconds he looked lost for words.
"I do care... I care more than you can understand. And I understand more than you know." he trailed off with tears glistening in his eyes too now.

He took a few deep breaths before continuing,
"I used to be bullied, like badly and I couldn't see any other way to escape... I got councilling though and now I want to make a difference. I want to help as many people as I can. I found a better escape- music. Without it I wouldn't be here and I know that you are better than this" he spoke the last word so sadly that the tears spilt over and fell down my cheeks. Gently he wiped my tears away and lent in. His face getting closer before he stopped looking awkward,
"Sorry" he apologised
"Why" I challenged before kissing him softly, a pure compassionate kiss full of love and want but still completely innocent. I pulled away fiddling with my hair as he smiled at me.
"That doesn't mean I don't still want a reason for that." he said sweetly bopping me on the noise.

Vic is an excellent listener, he sat quietly as I told him everything. I had never trusted anyone this much and I was scared of how he would react.

As I finished, he looked at me for a few seconds before holding my hand delicately and kissing it innocently, before trailing his lips up and kissing every single scar that littered my wrist and arm.
"Please promise me that you will talk to me, I want to help not just because of what I told you earlier but because I love you Kellin Quinn." His words melted me inside and I smiled a real smile,
"Love you too, Viccy-Poo" I giggled as he glared at me playfully.

I can make it. Maybe my dad was wrong... I'm not fixed but I'm not completely broken... I still have a long way to go but with Vic by my side I know I can make it.

A/N Sorry it's terrible but I needed to update because I've had a lot going on and this helps, although writer's block didn't help.