Hard to Get (Kellic)

Chapter 22| Anxieties Rewarded with Intoxication and Babies

We're staring with a PSA.

DO NOT DRIVE WHILE INTOXICATED

DON'T FUCKIN DO IT

THIS IS FICTION

Ok moving on

This is not an mpreg. Vic's just a dumbass

You'll get it later

These chapters are just getting longer randomly. Idky it's happening.

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Vic's POV

I turned off the shower faucet and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wiping it over my body. I walked out of the bathroom, continuing to dry my hair when I heard my phone buzz from my bed. I threw the towel over my shoulder to see that Kellin was texting me. I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see the message.

Angel: So basically, I mixed these two paints together and I got a really pretty color, like one I've never made before??? Still can't thank you enough for these paints. Xxx

Me: aww np baby. u no id do anything for u ;)

Angel: I hate your text speech :(

Me: wtvr

Me: so..... what r u wearing? ;)

Angel: This old gross shirt that's literally covered in paint. Why?

Me: just curoius

Me: is tht alllllll ur wearing?

Angel: Of course not :/

Me: what else is their?

Angel: **there

Angel: Some old jeans.

Me: what color is ur underwear?

Me: or are u not wearing any ;)

Angel: Vic, stop :(

Me: im not doing anything ;;;;)))))

Angel: Correction. You're doing a lot.

Me: id be doing a lot more if I were there with u

Me: id start by taking off ur shirt, slowly and torturously

Me: tell me what u want me to do

Angel: I want you to sTOP

Me: i see the hidden TOP in ur stop. dont worry i will defiantly top ;)

Angel: Vic D:

Me: id slowly kiss down ur chest, unbuttoning ur old worn out jeans slowly once i got down to ur hips

Angel: Gotta MCR.