The Babysitter ✯ Kellic

Chapter Fifteen

We finally finished packing and now we have to move everything into Vic's house just to unpack it all there. I mean, once again, it's not like I have a lot of stuff, but moving is a pain, nonetheless. "I'll get Copeland's stuff, and you can get your own," Vic says, carrying a fully-packed box by me.

"Copeland probably has more than me, though. I should get it," I argue, moving one box from the floor to my couch. I can sense that he's going to say something about how he's stronger and bought a lot of the stuff anyway, so I don't know why I bothered arguing. "You know what? Never mind, just do whatever you want Vic."

In record time, we had almost everything all packed up in his car. We'll have to make two trips, but that really doesn't bother me. I mean, Vic is driving, but I obviously still have to help. "Mike is going to help you unpack, too," Vic informs me, turning us down a road I don't recognize. I just now realize that I've only seen Vic and Mike's place one time before this. "I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me, I want Copeland to have her own little nursery."

"It's fine," I reply. "What are we doing about all the Christmas decorations you said were still up?" I ask, continuing to look out the window. I listen to the radio playing soft punk rock music as I wait for Vic's reply.

"We'll take them down later, don't worry about it for now," he replies. "What we want to worry about is getting your stuff and Copeland's stuff all set up before you're supposed to officially be out of your apartment." I nod, nervously turning around to check on Copeland in the backseat. She's still perfectly fine, and sleeping, as usual.

"I actually meant to ask you something, Vic," I say, turning around to face the right way again. He hums in response, giving me the opportunity to ask my question. "Where do we stand on the whole 'boyfriend' thing?" I ask. I glance at him right as his eyes widen slightly.

"I, uh, I don't really know," he replies, sounding awfully nervous. "I want to be with you, so I guess it's up to you?" I anxiously bite my lip. He was in a really bad relationship before, and I want to make up for all the shit Preciado did to him. And I was in a relationship that failed in a pretty messed up way, and I hope he can just be better than that.

"Okay. So, um, will you be my boyfriend?" I ask quietly. He glances at me and flashes a wide smile. I feel my face heat up as he doesn't reply. "Oh, come on, Vic! Please answer me!" I can tell he's trying to mess with me, and it's clearly working.

"Patience, Kells. I'm thinking," he replies. I cross my arms and frown, staring out the window. Minutes of awkward silence pass by. "Yes," he says suddenly, causing me to look at him while a smile breaks across his lips. "Yes, I'll be your boyfriend."

"I knew you wouldn't turn me down," I tease happily. Vic chuckles as we pull into his driveway. "You have to tell Mike, by the way," I point out, causing him to sigh. "I know you didn't tell him about us kissing twice, so he should at least know that you're in a relationship." I unbuckle my seatbelt as he parks the car and shuts the engine off.

"He's not a big fan of my relationship statuses," Vic replies, taking his own seatbelt off. I give him a skeptical look and he sighs. "Okay, so we're both overprotective over each other and he would like to know, so what? I'll tell him, okay?"

"Good," I reply. "Because if you don't I will, and I know that will make all of us uncomfortable," I add in a warning. Vic rolls his eyes and smiles. "But, whatever, right now we need to get everything out of the car and into your house."

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"Aaaaand, that's the last box!" Mike reports, wiping sweat off his forehead. "I'm not unpacking anything, though, that's your job, Kellin." I smile slightly as he walks away, probably going to find Copeland. What sucks is that Vic's and my room is upstairs (which kind of works out since the extra room is, too), and we only have the boxes out of the car. We have to lug them all upstairs, too.

I guess I might as well start working on getting Copeland's stuff upstairs first for a few reasons; one, I'd rather have her room set up first; two, she has more stuff; and three, we need to at least reassemble the crib so she can sleep in it tonight. Honestly, there's a lot of work to do.

I carry the smaller boxes up one by one, waiting until Vic gets back so he can help with the bigger ones I can't carry by myself. Once I have all of Copeland's stuff (with an exception to what I can't carry alone, I start unpacking. I find an empty dresser and place her clothes in them. Once I'm done with that, I place her toys in a box I emptied out, not having anywhere else to put them. In at least an hour, I have most everything set up.

I go back downstairs and grab my boxes. I somewhat repeat the actions I just went through, but this time, everything is in Vic's room. The cool thing is that his bed is huge, so since we haven't been together for a whole day yet, we can sleep slightly apart. That is, if he wants too. I honesty don't mind either way.

Then I come across the box that started a problem with Vic. The box packed away and forgotten until yesterday, when Vic found it and snapped. I sigh, realizing that I told him I'd throw it away when I truly had no intention to. Well, I do, but I also want to hold onto it for some reason that I can't explain. I grab it and stuff it into my dresser drawer, making a reminder in my head to buy a box with a lock to move the stuff into.

I know I'm going against Vic by keeping it, and I'm not proud, but something is seriously holding me back from throwing it away. I attempt to push the thought of it out of my mind, flopping down onto the bed. I wish Vic would just get here so we can set up Copeland's crib.

I sigh impatiently and lay on my side. I'm really hoping that living here with Mike and Vic is going to work out. I don't believe it's not going to work out, but I still have doubts. Everything is so stressful at the moment, and I'm just waiting for it to get simpler. Although, Christmas break is ending soon, and I don't think school is going to make anything easier.

I lift my head when I hear a knock on the bedroom door. "Yeah?" I call out, sitting up. Vic walks in holding a box of pizza and sporting a huge grin.

"Pizza is downstairs!" he reports happily, I smile, climbing off the bed. "Also, sorry it took me so long, I promise we'll have everything set up tonight if you give me just a little bit more time so I can eat," he says. I nod, following him out of the room.