Just A Painter | Kellic

2.

I hum quietly as I start to paint the house from the top floor, working my way down as I complete my job, and I think to myself, this isn't so bad for such a high pay per hour. I've been working for three, which means I already have sixty dollars accumulated, and it made me happy inside that the Quinn's were such a nice family.

I haven't seen Kellin at all today, but his singing has been ringing through my mind all night. I've met his sisters, who all seem to have developed a crush for me, but little did they know, that I don't have attractions to girls, no, i'm gay. I'm gay and I love Disney movies.

Of course, I have no chance with Kellin whatsoever, he's so quiet and probably won't like me, but I want to know who he is, and I want to know more about him. I want to know all about him, honestly. He's peaked my interest in ways that no one ever has.

He's been on my mind all day and all night, and I have a bad addiction to want to get to know him. He's probably not even gay, he's never even been outside.

And I want to be the one to take him outside for the first time.

I jump down on a balcony from a ladder, proceeding to paint the wooden frame around the glass, but i'm startled by someone standing there, watching me. I jump back, and they do to, and I realize that the short raven hair belonged to the one and only Kellin Quinn.

"Oh, hey." I say, and he widens his eyes, blushing deeply and giving me a small wave. I chuckle at his adorable shyness, continuing to paint the railing of the balcony yellow, but I notice that he was watching me, very curiously.

"I'm Vic." I say, and he looks at me, afraid. I smile and take a step towards the glass sliding door, and he stays in place, watching me.

"There's no reason to be scared, i'm not superman, i'm just a painter." I say, and he cracks a smile, giggling a little and moving a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"I-I'm Kellin." He says, and I nod, smiling.

Kellin.

"I've heard you sing." I say, and he blushes deeply, his hands pressed against the glass as he watches me.

"You're really good at it, too. You have the voice of an angel." I say, and he blushes again, his face crimson. I notice that he was wearing black leggings and an oversized black knit sweater, and he looked adorable.

"Vic! You can leave now, you know! It's past your hours!" Mrs. Quinn says, and I look down at her from the balcony, smiling.

"Thank you, Mrs. Quinn!" I say, and I turn to Kellin, who was still staring at me. I give him a warm smile, and he gives me a tiny one in return.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kellin." I say gently, and he nods, looking down and smiling before turning to run downstairs. I smile, too, jumping back on my ladder and sliding down, and i'm met with Mrs. Quinn holding three hundred dollars in her hand, in twenties.

"I'll see you, tomorrow." She says, and I widen my eyes at the amount of money.

"Mrs. Quinn, I can't-" I object, but she stops me when she lays the wad of cash in my hand.

"Nonsense. Have a good night, Vic." She says, walking back into the house, and I stare down at my hand, smiling.

I guess two good things can happen in one day of work.

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