"Kellin you gotta go, I'm having someone over soon," I heard Oli's voice speak to me. I opened my eyes to see Oli hovering over me. I sat up in his bed and looked at him.
"Okay yeah, I'm leaving," I said. The tension between us right now was very tense. Last night when I called Oli, I was looking for a way to forget what had happened to me previously. I didn't want to think, so I used him as a distraction, but that didn't work out so well. I ended up crying after we both had our clothes off and were ready to go. But he told me to stop, even though I still wanted to go.
In this moment I couldn't have appreciated Oli more than ever. I never needed him of all people for moral support because he is nothing but a client to me, and I'm probably nothing but a night's fun to him. He pays me for my services, but for him to go out of his way because I was upset really made me respect him. It also didn't help with the fact that I was slowly but surely falling for him.
I got my stuff together and left his house with a goodbye. He waved me off and I walked down the street. It was about 9:30 in the morning, so I decided I'd go get some coffee.
I went to a coffee shop I love going to, I always go there. It was my favorite. I ordered what I always did and I took a seat in my usual seat, the back corner near the window. I looked outside and saw that it was starting to get cloudy. I knew it was going to rain eventually, so I didn't plan on staying here to long.
As I was about to leave after finishing up my coffee, out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face; the face of the very good looking man who bumped me into last just night. But he noticed me first and started making his way towards me. As he walked towards me I realized just how many features you can miss about a person in the dark, like that he has shoulder length brown hair or that he has a piercing where a nose ring would go. Or how his shoulders slump down when he walks.
"Hi, do you remember me?" He asked standing in front of my table.
"Yeah, it was only last night that I first saw you," I said like it was common sense, like there was no way I could forget him.
"Yeah, no sorry. You're right, I just - I assumed you were maybe a little under the influence and don't remember what happened," he said rushed, "or maybe I just didn't matter to you."
"You don't matter, I don't even know you," I said honestly.
"Yes, you are correct about that. May I sit?" He asked putting hand on the back of the empty chair across from my own. I gestured towards it and he took a seat.
"I wanted to see if you were okay? You seemed. . . off last night," he said, his brown eyes looking thoughtfully into my own.
"Yeah, it's nothing you should worry about. You don't have to deal with it, and you wouldn't understand it anyways," I said shifting my gaze away from his and looking to the ground.
"Well maybe I wouldn't understand it at first, but you could always explain it to me?" He suggested. My eyes met his this time, but this time I had a steel-y glare.
"Why are you wasting your time?" I said harshly.
"I have a lot of time to give," he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well go waste it on someone who gives a crap, because right now I don't," I said relaxing my face, but keeping the same tone of voice.
"If I wasted my time on someone who cares, the people who don't care wouldn't have a chance. That's exactly why they never care, they've never had a reason to. People just give up on them," he explained. I looked at him. This time, I really evaluated what he said, and he was right.
I could either sit here and mope about how no one would understand my problems, unless someone else went through them themselves. Or I could grow up a little and realize that all it takes is a little opening up, and not just in the physical way that I'm used to.
But of course since I'm stubborn, I denied his services. I don't need anyone's help.
"You have a point, but it's hard to break a stubborn soul," I said and all he did was smile. Damn his smile.
"I used to be the same way kid," he said. He stood up from his seat and looked at me one more time.
"Good luck, stubborn soul," he said and his smile grew bigger, "I'll see you around I guess."
With that he walked away, coat hugging his body as he walked out the coffee shop.
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Blend (Kellic)
Fanfiction***EDITING*** Kellin Quinn is your average street whore. By day he is the best friend of Alan Ashby and Justin Hills. By night, the three boys are street whores, looking for a good fuck for some money. That's the only way these young boys can live i...
