I'll Make This Feel Like Home (Kellic)

18

For days we kept occupied in Vic's room, entertaining ourselves with studying and the internet. It had been a while since I had been online, and there was so much I had missed, so much had changed, my god.

Vic would leave me a few times, mostly just for an hour to attend a class. He would leave me with food and water like a pet until he came back. I'm just surprised he trusted me on my own. But the truth was, I had no intentions of leaving. I wasn't quite sure why Vic was keeping me here so long. I don't know if he just genuinely enjoyed my company, or it was part of the whole sober thing. (I'm sure it was the latter) but I kind of liked it. I liked having a nice, warm place to stay, with the company of somebody who portrayed they gave a shit. But then there was the thing (you know, the thing) the thing where Vic and I touched lips and stuff. It was constantly haunting my thoughts, yet Vic acted as if it had never happened, and I wasn't sure if I was happy about that.

When Vic came back from his class today, he wore a blinding smile. He practically skipped over to where I sat on his bed, yanking the ear bud out of my ear, interrupting my watching of The Walking Dead.

"See, studying pays off." He stated before handing me a few papers stapled together. My eyes quickly flashed to the 98 inked in red at the corner.

"Wow," I said, less enthusiastic than It should have came out. I wanted to be happy for Vic, but I felt like this good grade would just lead to more studying for me, which I just didn't want to do. I was tired.

"You hungry?" He asked suddenly. I guess I was a bit hungry. All I had today was a bag of chips--not that I was complaining.

"Sure."

"Kay." He said simply before dropping his school bag to the ground and walking off, back into the direction of the door. Right before he exited, he spun around and gave me an off look.

"Are you coming?" He asked, expectedly.

"Where are we going?"

"To the kitchen, that's where the food is, isn't it?" He said, sarcastically. I had never been to his kitchen before. I hadn't really been anywhere but his bedroom and the bathroom. I wonder where the sudden urge of change came from.

I followed Vic downstairs where he lead me to the kitchen with a little pep in his step. His mood was so light and chirpy today --even more than usual.

Vic made us pasta with Alfredo sauce and spinach. He made me sit at the bar to watch him so he could pretend he was the host of a cook show. He would laugh at his own words, and spilled out other, random things from his cooking. He even shared that he was a vegetarian, which I never knew.
Once he was all done, he served us and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. When I answered yes, I was surprised when he lead us to the living room instead of back to his room.

Vic picked the movie The Breakfast Club, which I had never seen before and Vic called me a horrible person (but then quickly apologized). At first neither one of us touched the food. I was kind of scared I would spill it on the expressive looking couch or carpet. His house was so impressive. Everything was either black or white, and probably cost more than my entire existence.

I decided to wait for Vic to began eating. It was just as delicious as the first time I ever ate his food at the youth center.

We sat and watched the movie for a while. It was funny and cheesy, and then Vic hit my arm. I guess he was trying to get my attention, but he just hit the inside of my elbow, and since I was leaning on it, I fell slightly and pathetically.

"I'm sorry!" He cried, but I just laughed because I wanted to cover up for my stumble.

"What's up?"