We aren't officially done packing yet, but something else, "more important" according to Vic, is going on: Christmas. Even more importantly, Christmas Eve dinner. On the actual holiday, I'm leaving Vic so he can spend his Christmas with his family, and I'm going to try and spend mine with some of my more local family. But for the dinner the night before the holiday, I'm actually spending it with Vic and Mike, plus I'm bringing Copeland.
Mike and I are kind of close now, which is good, Mike is a great guy. He did seem a little uncomfortable when Gabe and Nick were making fun of me about how much I like Vic, but I'm sure he knows they were just kidding. I also kind of feel like, overall, all of the Fuenteses are just cool people. Then again, that's probably not true, but I can believe.
I find myself sorting through what isn't packed in boxes, looking for something nice to wear tonight. I know neither Vic nor Mike are all about dressing all fancy, but I hardly ever get to be dressed up, and sometimes it's nice to feel famous for nothing. I find an old dress shirt that I don't think I've ever worn and a pair of skinny jeans. I don't know what to expect for the dinner tonight, but with how things are going, it's probably going to be wild.
• • •
"You're all ready?" Vic asks. I look up and down his suit and to his face, watching it turn a light crimson, spreading from his cheeks. I nod, giving him a small smile. He turns away right before I pick up Copeland. "She looks so adorable in that dress," he comments, flicking his keys around in his right hand. I hold Copeland to my chest, resting an arm below her.
"You got it for her," I remind him. He takes a deep breath, letting it out contently. "And now we're going to your place in your car to eat food that you cooked," I continue, walking towards him. I get to the doorway where he's standing and lock the front door with one hand, closing it behind us.
"Mike cooked some of it," he says as we walk towards the car. I place Copeland in her car seat, buckling her in before going to the passenger seat. I roll my eyes at Vic's previous comment and he glances at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, yes, your brother," I finish, smirking. Vic rolls his eyes an starts the car, switching it into drive. "You know, you don't have to do any of this," I point out for the millionth time. I manage to time up my sigh with Vic's just to aggravate him further.
"Actually, Kellin, I was thinking maybe you could move in with Mike and me," he says calmly. I widen my eyes at him, my mouth opening slightly in surprise. "I mean, if you don't have anywhere to go, you could just come move in with us," he continues.
"Vic, I-I couldn't do that!" I say instantly. "God, I don't understand how you could possibly do all this stuff for Copeland and me, get nothing in return, and now think we can just move in!" I say, slightly aggravated. "I get that you, for some reason, really care about us, but I just don't get it."
"You'll be graduating school this year, so will Mike, so neither of you have to pay. But next year, when you both have jobs, you can pay rent to me, and I'll put into our bills. Even if it's only a part-time job," he explains simply.
I don't even know how to reply. Why is Vic doing all this for us? I've never understood it, ever since he first started babysitting Copeland for free. He's always seemed way too nice and it's so strange. Yet, I can't really complain.
• • •
"Basically, you just need to focus on every drum all at once," Mike says, handing me his drum sticks. I glance at them and shake my head, smiling slightly at the same time. "It's really not that hard, Kellin," he continues.
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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...
