"Knock knock." I say jokingly, knocking on Kellin's sliding glass door, and his eyes land on me, squealing as he runs over to open the door for me.
"Tell me the first place you want to go to." I ask, smiling and closing the glass door behind me, and he widens his eyes.
"I-I choose?" He asks, and I nod, smiling more. He looks down, thinking, and then he smiles.
"Take me to a ferris wheel." He says, and I laugh, keeping that note in my head. Ferris wheel, first.
"But let's get my things ready." He says, and I laugh, smiling as his adorable excitement. It was his first time outside, for fuck's sake, I would be damn excited too.
"First things first, undergarments." I say, and he nods, grabbing his duffel bag and shoving his boxers in it. I mentally check that off my list.
"Pajamas." I say, and he blushes deeply.
"I-I don't sleep in p-pajamas." He says sheepishly, and I chuckle softly, fixing my snapback.
"Then you can sleep in your boxers, that's definitely okay. If you feel comfortable, you can sleep in my shirts, too." I say, and he nods, smiling brightly.
"Next, clothes. General, comfortable clothes." I say, and he nods, stuffing a few pairs of jeans and sweaters in shirts into the bag, and a few pairs of socks.
"Converse are good?" He asks, and I nod, smiling.
"Converse are great. Next, whatever else you want. Hairties, a brush, whatever you use." I chuckle, and he smiles brightly, running into the bathroom to retrieve his toiletries. He comes back with a fuck ton of stuff, dumping it all in his bag, and I laugh, going over to close it.
"Kellin, you have three hair straighteners in here, why?" I ask, and he blushes sheepishly.
"It depends on how straight I want my hair. They each have different heat levels." He says, and I smile, taking one of his hairties and tying up his hair into a weird ponytail.
"Can't you just leave your hair like that?" I ask teasingly, and he whines.
"Vic, I look like a tellatubby, stop!" He whines, and I laugh obnoxiously, snorting a little. The thought of it was absolutely hilarious.
"No, bye, leave, i'll see you tomorrow." He says, and I grab his duffel bag, smiling.
"Bye, Kells." I say, and he looks at me.
"You'll be back, right?" He asks, and I nod, smiling and caressing his cheek gently.
"I will be, tomorrow, early in the morning. Get lots of sleep." I say, and he nods, gently taking my hand in his before letting me leave.
This was going to be great.
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Just A Painter | Kellic
Fanfiction(completed) what happens when vic fuentes, neighborhood painter for the rich, meets shy and curious kellin quinn, who's never step foot out of his own home, while painting his house?
