Blend (Kellic)

Chapter 14

"I- I think I like you."

"I like you to Vic," I said, "you are an amazing friend."

"No Kellin. I think I like you," he said again, this time emphasizing the 'like'. I caught on quick of course with the small bit of emphasis added.

"No you don't," I said with a slight laugh at the end, "no one can like me. I'm a prostitute."

"I can Kellin, and I do," he said standing up. I stood up with him.

"Vic you're drunk. You don't know what you are saying," I said getting upset.

"Yes, I do know what I'm saying! And I'm barely even drunk, you can't hold that against me. I know what I'm saying and I mean it. I like you Kellin."

Every time he said he liked me it was like being stabbed in the heart. It made me think of the one person who I thought I might fall for. The one person I thought was closest to my heart. Vic was nothing compared to him. Vic meant nothing and contrasted to him. But God, Vic is so much more then something.

My head was spinning. I felt dizzy and I can't tell if it's from the alcohol or if its from the sudden move of standing up so quickly. Maybe it was Vic's words, or a combination of all three. But I'll never know.

Vic was saying words to me. I saw his jaw moving up and down as he tongue yielded in his mouth to form words. His thick lips pressed against each other and opened back up again showing off his little tooth that made watching him talk almost mesmerizing. If he didn't have a scowl on his face right now I would have reached out and put a finger to his lips just to feel if they were as soft as they looked, and if he wouldn't have told me he actually liked me, I maybe would have put my lips against his.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He said breaking me out of my little trance. I wasn't listening to what he was saying and I wasn't going to deny that I wasn't either, so instead I leaned down and picked up my stuff. I grabbed my phone and started to call a cab.

"Kellin! What are you doing?!" He asked. He sounded frustrated.

"I'm- I'm" I started to say. But, I didn't really know what I was doing. I didn't want to go home because it just reminded me too much of the nightmares and Justin. I couldn't go to Alan's, and I had no other real friends I could go. I knew I was going to Oli's house and stay with him, but why was I running away? That I didn't know the answer to. I guess it's because there is no real answer.

I heard the cab director answer the phone and I told her I needed a standard cab also telling her my location. Vic just stood there looking dumbfounded and hurt.

"Kellin you're not leaving me right?" He said sounding like he was getting teary eyed.

"Vic I can't," I said defeated.

"You can't what Kellin?" He asked as sad and angry tears fell down his cheeks. His eyes bored into my own paralyzing my whole body. I was frozen in place to look at his pain. We stood like this in silence, for what felt like forever, but in retrospect was probably only a minute or two.

"Every fucking time I get close to anyone, they end up screwing me over," he said, "I guess I thought you'd be different."

Ouch.

He thought of me differently. He thought I was different, but I'm not. I blend in right with the rest of the crowd of disappointments and disasters.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn't have time. The second I opened it, I heard the honk of a car. I turned to see it was my cab waiting for me. I looked back at Vic and saw he had wiped his teary cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt. My shirt. My favorite shirt.

I walked away from him leaving him behind without another thought. The emotionless side of me was peaking out. I didn't think about anything. It was just a few simple words that threw me off, but really that's all it'll take. I entered the cab and gave the driver Oli's address.

It took thirty minutes to get there and when I arrive I saw the lights on so I knew he was still awake. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. I heard his footsteps get closer to the door before the lock unlocked and the door swung open.

"Kellin? What are you doing here it's almost five in the morning," he questioned, but I didn't have time for talking. Talking wasn't an option right now, so I kissed him. I kissed him rough and hard so he knew where this was going. I pushed him into his house and closed the door with my foot.

"Well hello to you too," he said with a smirk breaking the kiss as I pulled his shirt off him.

"Shut up," I said pushing him back onto the couch with a huff. I fell on top of him and kept kissing him.

In the back of my head I knew this was wrong. My emotions may be hiding in my brain, but my heart was saying what an idiot.