Blend (Kellic)

Chapter 6

All week I kept telling myself that what the man who bumped into me said was right. I realized that I was tired of people only seeing me for what I do, and acting on that drive. I tried to do the reasonable thing of not going with Alan and Justin, but of choose I couldn't stay away. I was too addicted to sex to not go with them every night like I have been for the past couple of years.

But he did make me rethink everything I've ever done. Of course one talk isn't going to change you forever, especially if it's a talk coming from someone you don't know. But he did make me realize that I don't like the thought of being treated inhumane anymore. At first I thought I wouldn't mind it because I was practically emotionless and their words wouldn't hurt me. But considering what Matty and Jesse said about Justin, it just struck a nerve I never knew I had.

It was Friday night; 11:19 p.m. to be exact. I don't do this much, but every once in a while I get stressed over something and I go to the little 24 hour corner store and buy a pack of cigs. Normally it would take a lot for me to go down that path, but with my thoughts consuming my mind so much, I thought it would be nice to feel light and airy.

I get up and grab my wallet and put on a pair of shoes. I walk out of my studio apartment and to the elevator. Once the elevator is on the ground floor, I walk out the building and onto the main street, taking the short five minute walk it takes to get there.

I walk in and sigh at the warm air that collides against my cold face. This place always did feel like home. It had a very welcoming vibe to it that just made you feel comfortable. The people who worked here were nice; it was a family owned business. I walked up to the register because all the cigarettes and cigars were behind the counter.

"Hey what can I get for ya?" The young boy working tonight had politely asked.

"A pack of Marlboro lights and a lighter?" I asked and pulled out my ID.

"Yeah of course," he said and grabbed them for me. I paid for them and thanked him before I started walking towards the exit. I started opening up the package of cigarettes because I was going to smoke one on the way home.

"Hey!" I heard a familiar voice say as I walked just outside the exit. I looked up to see the same guy who bumped into me a few nights ago.

"Oh hey," I said and quickly scrambled to put away the cigarettes I had just bought, "what are you doing here?"

"Oh nothing I was just going on an 'almost midnight' adventure," he said with his bright smile.

"So you decided to come to a local corner store?"

"Well not exactly. See, I live about twenty minutes from here, but I was at a friend's house and we thought we could both go get some things needed for a little late night beach trip," he says enthusiastically.

"It's cold though. Won't you get sick if you try and get in the water," I said.

"Who said anything about getting in the water."

"Then what's the point of going to the beach?" I asked genuinely confused.

"It's nice. It's peaceful. You can listen to the waves without a whole bunch of bothersome kids screaming in the background. You can smell the salty sea without other scents like sunscreen or barbeques overriding it. You can pretty much do whatever and it's great," he said like it was the greatest thing in the whole world.

"So I'd take it that you do it a lot then?" I asked.

"Eh, once every month. Or if I get stressed and overwhelmed." He said.

"Wow that's a lot," I said. Maybe it was a lot to me in comparison to him because I've only been to the beach once while I've lived in New York.

"Yeah," he responded. The conversation started to get dull. I didn't want that to happen because then he would leave and I like his company, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"You really made me see things from a new perspective. All my life I've been treated like an object, but your words made me feel different. You made me feel almost human again," I said. Our whole demeanor changed. His playful cheery eyes suddenly became dark and deep in thought.

"Yeah well, I just believe that it's all for the best. I like to ensure that everyone I met feels just as equal as the rest of the world does."

"Yeah," I said and my head trailed off slightly. But his calming voice brought me back.

"I've talk to you for how many days straight now, and I still don't have your name. Do you by chance want to share?" He asked.

"My name is Kellin Quinn," I said.

"What a beautiful name," he said which made me swoon.

"Thank you so much. What about you, what's your name?"

"My name isn't as spectacular and unique as yours, but call me Vic," he said with a polite smile.

"It's nice to officially meet you, Vic," I said and politely smiled back.

"This may be asking a bit much, but can I get your number so we could possibly talk more?" He asked looking imperceptibly nervous.

"Yeah of course. That's fine," I said and pulled out my phone and opening to a new contact. He did the same and we exchanged phones. I put my number and name in and gave it back before he did the same. When he got his phone, he looked at it and smiled. His jovial smile brought a smile to my face.

"So um, I guess I'll see you around?" I said like I was asking if that would ever happen.

"Of course. See you 'round, Kellin," he said before he walked into the corner store I had just walked out of.

I started walking home and as I did, I didn't even once think about the cigarettes I had bought just a few minutes before Vic ran into me.

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That was the last short chapter. Now we start the real story plot. Hope you enjoyed and give feed back PLEASE!! Be a grammar nazi! I like improvement and I can't improve if you guys don't tell me what I'm doing wrong!!