Tap! What the fuck? Tap! tap! Something repeatedly hits my window. I don't remember having a tree growing next to it, but that has to be a tree branch tapping against the window. Plus, I'm too tired to bother getting up and checking. It took me forever to get Copeland to bed, and I honestly just want to sleep. Tap!
I sit up slowly and rub my eyes. I can't see anything in the dark, but I know my room well enough to find the window. I roll it open and look out. My apartment is only one story, so I can see somewhat from the streetlights outside. With that little bit of light I'm surprised to see somebody standing outside. I can tell who it is from the skinny form and the hair cut.
"Oli!" I hiss out the window, trying to be quiet yet get his attention at the same time. I see Oli's silhouette look up at me and wave. I shake my head and motion for him to come closer to the house. I rush out of my room to the front door and open it, not surprised to see Oli this time.
He smiles and sticks out his arms, as if wanting a hug. I wrap mine around his back and pull him closer to me. It might not have seemed like it before, but Oli has been one of my best friends ever since he moved here. Which is why I'm so glad to see that he's alright for the most part, wherever he's been this whole time. "Hey, Kellin," he says once the hug is over.
I look at him - like, really look at him - and see how widely he's smiling. "You go missing for two weeks and you show up at my house at, maybe, one in the morning, and all you say is 'hey, kellin'?" I ask, crossing my arms. His smile falters for a second.
"I thought you would be happier to see me than that, mate," he says, sounding almost hurt. I sigh and look down at our feet. "Is something bothering you?" he asks, partially changing the subject. I shrug and stuff my hands in my boxer shorts, finally feeling the biting December air.
"No, I'm fine," I reply, even though there is something that's been at least somewhat bothering me for a while now. Oli doesn't need to know about my huge crush on Vic that's only growing the more time I spend with the latter, though. "Do you want to come in?" I ask, stepping to the side slightly. Oli nods and walks past me into the apartment, I follow, shutting the door behind me.
"I'm guessing you have some questions," Oli says as I turn on the coffee maker. Luckily, it isn't very loud, so Copeland probably won't hear it. Even though that child sleeps like a rock and almost nothing wakes her up. I walk back over to the kitchen table and sit down across from Oli, nodding. "What do you want to know, mate?"
"Well, for one, where the hell have you been?!" I ask curiously. He chuckles and waves his hand, so I continue. "Second, why did you come here? And, finally, why haven't you talked to anybody?" He sits back in his seat to think for a second before smiling.
"I ran away," he states simply. I look. at him skeptically.
"You're practically nineteen years old. What would running away do?" I ask. He laughs and shakes his head.
"Well, to be truthful, I was on a little vacation." That earns him another skeptical look from me and another laugh from himself. "My parents thought I would be 'better off if I was away from the negative influences in my life,' " he says.
"So, they found out about-"
"No," he cuts me off, shushing me. "But they were starting to get suspicious, so they wanted to get me away from people like Gerard who, well you know," he says sheepishly. I sigh and shake my head. "Oh, don't act like you were so innocent. You wore long sleeves all year before-"
"Okay, fine! But when Copeland was born I stopped doing that shit! I told you to stop, Oli," I say, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. Does he have to bring up such a sore subject when he's no better himself? "I threw all of it away. The box is gone."
"That's not true," he argues, crossing his arms. "You had a whole extra box, don't forget that." My eyes widen before I look down at the table. "You still have it, don't you?" he presses. I nod my head slowly. "I knew it."
"I have a kid, Oli," I whisper viciously, trying to keep my tears down. "That shit is done. No more heroin ever again."
"Once an addict, always an addict," Oli snaps before standing up and storming out.
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The Babysitter ✯ Kellic
Fanfiction[Completed] Kellin Quinn is a high school senior with a one year old daughter he's no longer able to take care of. His father and step mother don't support him, the mother of his child left, and it seems as though there's nobody else willing to...
