PASTEL BOY <3 (Kellic)

Kellin

I heard a small knock on my door.

I groaned, hopping up from my very comfy couch, and slugged to the door.

I opened to see Vic, but not himself.

He looks so sad, tears streamed down his face, and brown haired covered head in facing down and he looked like he's about to collapse.

I look at his leg and see he took the bandage off, and the nasty cut is slowly bleeding.

I see he changed his outfit to a floral, white crop top, and a pink skirt, and has his black shoes on.

His head snapped up, and his red, puffy eyes showed so much saddness.

I knew what happened already, mike texted me, and told me Vic was a mess.

I sigh, and open my arms as an invitation.

As soon as I open them, Vics small body lunges twords me and engulfs me In a huge hug.

I feel my shirt getting damp from Vics tears, but I don't care, this cutie needs my help.

"Let's go to my room, yea?" I whispered in his ear.

I see him nod, so I carry him like a baby up the stairs.

I look down at his leg, seeing the cut is bleeding more.

I'll fucking kill Justin on Monday.

I sit him on my bed, and go grab him a new bandage.

I wrap his leg up, and Vic still doesn't move.

I grab a couple tissues from mg nightstand, and wipe the tears off his beautiful face.

He looks up at me, and his lips twitch, like they're trying to smile.

But he can't.

"Thank you kellin." His voice mumbles.

"No problem, I told you, I'm here now." I say back.

He yawns a kitten like yawn, and rubs his eyes like a child.

I mentally aw.

"I'm sleepy." He says.

"I'll get you pjs." I say softly.

I run to my first closet, and pull out sweatpants and a blink shirt.

I hand them to him, and he looks at it with a look of disgust, but takes them anyways.

I know Vic only likes pastel clothing, but I don't have clothing like that for him.

He walks to the bathroom, opens the door, and shuts it behind him.

After about five minutes of silence, he walks out, in the pjs.

My eyes widen, I've never seen Vic in men's clothing, and he looks so damn good.

He looks great in both.

I watch him as he approaches the bed, and I gotta say, his ass looks fucking fantastic in those sweatpants.

I shake out of my thoughts when Vic lays himself on my bed, facing me.

I lay down next to him, and turn off the light.

"Goodnight Vic."

"Goodnight kells."

I smile.

( nO JUSTICE! NO PEACE! NO RACIST ASS POLICE!

Hey wassup, so here's a chapter for ya.
And I'm thinking of putting smut In this, I don't really know.

Tell me, do you guys want smut?

STAY GUCCI)