Beverly Hills Babe | kellic (boyxboy)

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I HATED our new house. I absolutely hated it. I missed Beverly Hills. I missed the good shopping malls. I missed being popular and owning the entire school. I missed my butler, maid, chauffeur, and chef. I missed all of that.

"UGH!" I groaned loudly as I carried a box to my new room.

"What are you whining about now, Kellin?" My mum asked.

"This house is fucking ugly, Mum! And so is your boyfriend!" I sassed.

"Kellin Quinn Bostwick, get your ass over here right fucking now if you're gonna have an attitude with me." She said.

"No. Shut the fuck up, Mum." I rolled my eyes, walking into my room and setting the box down.

Then I heard strong footsteps. Oh shit.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" My mum yelled at me. "Keep it up and you're gonna catch these hands, boy."

She always disciplined me very well. I'd probably be a really great kid if I wasn't so rebellious.

I went out and got another box to carry while my mum and my stepdad, Ryan began unpacking, but this one was too heavy for me. I was about to drop it when I felt someone catch it right before it feel.

"Fragile." The stranger read off the box. "This is definitely not the box you should drop."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the mystery boy. He was really fucking cute but he was pissing me off right now so it didn't matter anymore. Not to mention that he didn't have much of a fashion sense. He had tan skin and big, brown eyes. His light brown hair came down to his shoulders and curled at the ends. He wore a blue and red snapback with an orange hoodie and khaki colored pants. Purple Converses covered his feet. His outfit was ugly as shit. 

"Who the hell are you?" I asked the boy.

"I'm Vic. You're my new neighbor." He smiled cutely.

But it wasn't that cute because he was still pissing me off.

"Yeah, Vic, how about you go carry that in the house?" I shooed him away.

He chuckled lightly and stared at me for a few seconds.

"What are you staring at? I know I'm hot, but just say it instead of staring at me like some creep." I said.

"I'm sorry," He chuckled again. "You're not from anywhere around here are you?"

"No. I'm not. I don't know how you could even live here. I don't plan on staying here long." I told him.

"Where are you from? Hollywood?" He joked, chuckling.

"Ew, oh god, no. Beverly Hills." I scoffed.

"Geez, sorry." He rolled his eyes as he carried the box into the house.

"Where's your room?" He asked.

"The really small one." I whined.

He turned into my mum's room.

"No, not that one. I said the small one. That room is puny." I informed the idiot and pointed to my room.

"Wait, hold up. You got the master bedroom?" He asked, looking shocked.

"Master? What master would ever live here?" I groaned.

"If you think your room is small, you should see mine." He said a little sadly and rested the box down on my drawer.

"Ew. That must suck." I told him.

"No shit." He groaned.

"Hey, don't be mean to me." I pouted slightly.