Hard to Get (Kellic)

Chapter 19| Smoke, Tears, Failure.

Haha!!!! I fucking scared you guys! Also thank you for all the comments, I was cracking up XD. Also, I wanna remind you guys that SpecialLittleidiot is helping me write this, and I encourage you to go read her stuff. This story would be nothing without her. :3

I also have one other thing I'd like to say. Do any of you like writing? Because I do this really weird thing, where I can't write consistently unless I cowrite. If any of you like doing that let me know, or know someone 'cause I wanna start writing another story along with this.

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Vic's POV

"Um, what? What about it?" I asked in confusion. Kellin had been nothing but a sweetheart since he'd gotten here.

"Firstly, he seems like a nice person, but are you sure he's not just with you for the money? He did say he's not making a lot."

"Oh God no. On our second date he wouldn't even let me buy him ice cream. He hates it when I buy him stuff, like seriously. Don't worry dad he isn't a gold digger," I replied. There was no way Kellin only wanted me for my money. He practically felt guilty whenever I tried to buy him stuff.

"Absolutely certain? I just don't want anything bad to happen."

"I'm one hundred percent positive dad. Kellin isn't the type for that. He's way to shy, and sweet and innocent an-"

"Alright." He interrupted me. "As long as you're sure."

"Trust me, I am. Is that it?" I asked, wanting to get back to Kellin and make fun of my brother some more.

"Also," I tried to stop myself from groaning. "I want you to tell me the truth right now. Kellin seems like a very...sensitive person. So, could you possibly tell me where those bruises came from on his neck?" He asked.

"You didn't...hit him, did you?" He asked in a worried tone.

"What the fuck?! Dad no! I didn't hit my boyfriend!" I replied, angry that he would even think that as a possibility. "They're just hickeys, oh my God. You know I don't hit people outside of sex," I replied. How the hell could he think that of me?!

"I was just making sure. Calm down." He put a hand on my shoulder. "I didn't think so, but I couldn't be too sure. I know you wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"Thank you. I wouldn't dream of hurting him." I replied, somewhat annoyed with the questions at this point. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked towards the other room where Kellin, my mother, and Mike were. "Anything else?"

"Another thing." He started.

"Yeah?" I sighed, wondering what else he could possibly want.

"You have been using protection, right? And you aren't doing anything with Kellin that he's not comfortable with? We both know the kinds of things you like to get up to in the bedroom, and Kellin doesn't really seem like the sexual deviant type," he asked, mumbling as he got to the part about my kinks.

"Oh my God," I groaned, only a bit embarrassed as I covered my face. "Papa, Kellin and I haven't had sex yet," I replied, actually more embarrassed about the fact I hadn't slept with him than the fact that my dad asked about my sex life.

"Not only with Kellin, but with other people. I know you like to...'sleep around' let's say." He looked dead serious, yet I couldn't take him as seriously as he probably wanted me to.