Just A Painter | Kellic

6.

"Take your time, sweetheart." I whisper, holding him tightly from behind, and he squeaks a little as he opens his front door, ever so slightly.

"I'm scared, what's gonna happen?" He asks nervously, and I give him a reassuring smile.

"Gently, gently, nothing's going to happen. I'm here." I whisper, and he nods, taking in a confident breath before opening the double doors to his mansion gently. He gasps as they open, the fresh, warm breeze hitting us, and I release him gently, making him shake his head.

"What's gonna happen?" He asks, and I laugh, taking his hand and stepping in front of him to gently pull him outside, for the very first time, in his brand new black converse.

"Hold me." He whispers, launching himself into my arms, and I laugh, doing so. He just needs to get used to it, and he'll be fine.

"We have roses! Viccy, we have roses!" He squeals, running over to the garden and touching them gently, and a small honeybee lands on his hand, making me smile.

"Don't be scared, he won't sting you." I say, and it harmlessly flies away, making Kellin stare at it in awe. It was amazing how excited Kellin was about all of this, and I get to show him some of the two best cities in the world.

"Is that your truck?" He asks excitedly, running over to it and opening it, and I laugh, getting into the driver's seat.

"It indeed is." I say, and he feels the worn leather of the seat beneath his fingers gently, smiling brightly.

"It's so old." He says, and I lean back in the seat that i've been leaning on for almost seven years.

"But in perfect condition, I take care of my truck with my life." I chuckle, and he looks around, a smile etched on his face.

"Can we go to your house?" He asks excitedly, and I nod, doing my seatbelt. He does the same, and then, he shrinks down in his seat.

"I'm scared." He says, and I take one of his hands in mine, smiling and shaking my head.

"Don't be, sweetheart, i'm here." I say, taking his hand in mine, and he blushes deeply, smiling and giggling.

"Okay, go." He says, and I put my truck into drive, backing out of his driveway, around the cul-de-sac, and taking off down the street. I notice that Kellin's eyes were screwed closed, making me gently rub his knee.

"Open your eyes, Kells." I say, and he slowly does, giggling and smiling and staring out the window in complete awe.

"What street is this? What road is this? What side of the street do you drive on? Can you teach me how to drive?" He rambles happily, and I laugh, driving a little bit quicker so I can get to my house faster.

"This is Brinkley Road, your mansion is still on Brinkley Road, you drive on the right side of the street, and I have to take you to the DMV to teach you how to drive." I say, smiling brightly at his curiosity, and he stares at me.

"The DMV? What's that?" He asks, and I glance at him, smiling.

"It's the place you go to learn how to drive, Kells. You're supposed to start learning in high school, but you were home schooled. I'll take you, one day." I say, and he smiles brightly, making me smile too. His smile was so contagious, and beautiful.

"Did you learn how to drive in high school?" He asks, and I nod, smiling.

"I did, I got my learner's permit at sixteen and my license at eighteen. I'm turning twenty-one in two months." I say, and he smiles brightly.

"I turn eighteen in April." He says, and I sigh in relief knowing that we were only three years apart.

"Do you look forward to that? No, you know what? We're going out a lot more often. I'm taking you somewhere for your birthday." I say, and his face lights up.

"Really?!" He squeals, and I laugh, nodding and pulling into my garage.

"Yes, Kells, I will. We're here." I say, and he squeals excitedly, hopping out of the truck and running up to the front door.

"It looks small but so damn cozy at the same time! I've never been to anyone else's house, i've never even been outside, I already love it here!" He yells happily, and I laugh harder, making him step aside so I can unlock the front door for him.

"You have a fireplace!" He shrieks the moment after I open the door, and I chuckle, closing and locking the door behind me and carrying Kellin's things to my bedroom. His curiosity made me so happy.

"Vic, where are you?" He calls, and I laugh, emerging from the bedroom and plopping down on the couch to watch him roam around the living room and look at things.

"Oh, hi." He says, and I give him a smile, watching him and his perfect body. And I also realize, how damn perfect his ass was. And how damn perfect his legs were in the skinny jeans he was wearing, too.

"Who's this? Is this your family? You have a brother? Who's your brother? He's really tall and he has so many tattoos." He rambles as he picks up a picture from the wall over the fireplace, and I chuckle softly, watching as he plops down next to me.

"Ooh, your couch is soft." He murmurs, and I laugh as he hands me the picture.

"That's my younger brother Mike, I know i'm way shorter, but i'm older, that indeed is my family, and yes, it is." I say, and he smiles brightly, looking up at the chandelier.

"You're house is so pretty, I want to live here forever. I hate my home, it's too big. This is so great and cozy." He says, and I laugh, smiling at him.

"Maybe one day, you can live here. But for now, let's get you around San Diego and the state before we get there, okay?" I say, and he blushes, nodding and looking at me. His eyes were so beautiful, his smile was so beautiful, his blush was so beautiful, honestly, everything about him was beautiful. And I can't wait to show him around.

"That sounds great, Viccy."

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