Breathless-Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twenty Five

Kellin POV

"You're seriously stupid, Vic."

'How am I stupid, Mike?"

"For taking him back! What if he hits you again? What are you going to do then?"

"Well this is the first time he's fucked up, Mikey. Of course I'm going to take him back."

"What about the second time? The third time?"

"It won't happen again!"

I opened my eyes, hearing Vic and Mike fight. I had stayed the night last night, and Mike and Vic were outside of the door fighting about me.

"How do you know? Because it happened pretty easily!"

"But Mike, I love him."

Silence.

"Fine," Mike answered. "But don't come crying to me when he hits you again."

I heard him stomp off and his bedroom door shut. Somehow, I knew he wasn't serious when he said not to come to him.

I heard Vic sigh, and then the door opened. Vic was grumbling under his breath, but stopped when he saw me.

"How much of that did you hear?" he asked slowly.

I sighed, sitting up and running a hand through my hair. "All of it."

"Fuck."

"Hey," I said, standing up and walking over to him slowly. He nodded and leaned against me, letting me wrap my arms around him. He was a little tense, but besides that, he was doing okay with me touching him.

"What," he mumbled into my shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I know," I answered cheekily. He let out a little chuckle, pulling back.

"Can I try something?" he asked. I nodded, curious. He stood on his toes, pressing his lips to mine. I immediately melted into the kiss, leaning down to make it easier for him.

I rested my hands on his small waist. He ran his fingers through my hair and down into my back pockets, where he pulled me closer. I held in a moan at the friction, not wanting to push him too far.

I felt him slow the kiss and was confused. Did I do something wrong? However he pulled his hands from my back pockets and held a piece of paper.

My suicide note.

"Vic, give that back!" I said, panicking. He looked up and me and shook his head, turning and taking off.

"Give it!" I shouted. He kept running, not stopping until he was in the bathroom and had locked the door. I ran into the door, then stumbled back.

"Shit shit shit shit shit," I kept muttering, pacing in front of the door. How could I forget about it, just sitting in my back pocket? Fuck.

Soon enough, the door opened. Vic's face was pale, and he was shaking.

"Were you going to..." he said, not able to finish.

I nodded, ashamed. "Yes."

"Oh God," he whimpered, his face crumpling.

"No, no, no, no, no," I said quickly, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him to me. "I'm not going anywhere. I wasn't thinking straight, alright? I'm not leaving."

"You better not," he whispered. I nodded.

"I won't. I'm here, with you, forever."

"Promise?"

"I swear."