The First Punch (sequel to Change) | kellic (boyxboy)

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Kellin's POV

"Shit, Kellin. Wake up!" I heard, feeling a rough shaking of my shoulders.

"Hmm?" I groaned, rolling over a bit.

"Get up! You're gonna be late for work!" Vic yelled.

My eyes shot open and I scrambled out of the bed. I ran towards the bathroom door.

"Can you grab me some clothes? I need to shower!" I screamed at Vic in a rush.

"Yeah, just go!" He replied.

I quickly got in and out. I loosely wrapped a towel around my waist and held it as I ran back into our bedroom. I looked around for the clothes Vic had picked out for me. The outfit didn't exactly match or anything, but it wasn't too bad. Vic watched as I changed as fast as I could. I didn't even care if he saw my body right now. I didn't have time to care. Plus, I'm pretty sure I was going so fast that he didn't see anything anyway.

"Do you want something to eat, love?" Vic asked sweetly, getting off the bed.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I smiled at him as he nodded and walked away before remembering I didn't have time to stare at my beautifully amazing boyfriend.

I zoomed back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then, I plugged in my blow dryer. It wouldn't turn on.

"Goddammit!" I yelled.

"You alright?" Vic called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah." I replied with a groan.

I somehow managed to get my hair to be less wet and sloppy looking, so I left the bathroom. I slipped a pair of TOMS on my feet and walked out to the kitchen.

"Here, take this." Vic said, handing me a plate of avocado toast and some fruit.

He ran into the room and grabbed his car keys while also putting on a shirt and some sweats.

"I'll drive so you can eat. Let's go." He said.

I nodded and walked out. Vic turned off the lights and locked the door before jumping into the driver's seat and speeding away. I was late by about 7 minutes. I guess I'll just stay 7 extra minutes before I clock out. I got out of the car once we arrived after quickly kissing Vic goodbye.

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I waited outside the office for Vic. I got off work about an hour ago and he still wasn't here. I tried calling him another time. Nothing. I decided to just start walking home. Our house was a little far, but I could do it if I had to.

Why wouldn't he just answer the phone and pick me up? Most of the time, he's waiting outside for me. I frowned at the thought as I continued making my way home.

About 45 minutes later, I made it home. I can't believe Vic made me walk. I walked in a little frustratedly.

"Vic!" I called out. I didn't hear anything and that scared me.

I dropped my stuff and ran into our room. He wasn't there.

"Vic!" I yelled frantically. "Vic, come on, stop messing around!"

I checked the bathroom, but he wasn't present there either.

"Alright, April Fools! Haha!" I faked enthusiasm. "You can come out now!"