"Okay, so basically, I was just walking down the street, and this girl just fucking - oh, hey, Kellin," my friend, Justin, interrupts his story to greet me. I return the simple greeting, sitting down next to him on the grass. "Anyway, this girl just, like, fuckin' bumps into me straight on, right?" Justin continues. Everybody in our little group nods, waiting for him to continue. "And, so, I was like 'Hey, watch where you're going!' and she apologized because she 'wasn't wearing her glasses.' Then-"
"Does this story really have any point or are you just trying to make something out of nothing?" Jack asks, rolling his eyes. Justin bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head.
"Well, sorry, I was just trying to talk about something since nobody else here has very interesting lives," he replies to Jack. "All of our Christmases were boring. Oh! Kellin, tell us about your break then," Justin suggests, practically glaring at Jack.
I look around at all of them nervously. I've never been a person very big on sharing personal matters. Like, how Vic is my boyfriend, and how Copeland and I moved in with Mike and him. It's just not something I find entertainment in talking about. "Uh, I don't know, my break was pretty boring too," I lie. Gabe groans.
"Oh come on, Kellin. We know something had to have happened with you and Vic," he says, smirking slightly. "The sooner you admit it the more comfortable you'll be with it. Like when you came out as pan." Actually, I've already admitted it...
"Nothing happened, he's my friend."...But they don't have to know about me admitting anything. I watch as they all perform a simultaneous eye roll. "You guys have never even met Vic, it's insane how you all think like this," I add, sitting back and crossing my arms. Actually, it isn't insane; it's insanely accurate.
"If you won't tell us about Vic then tell us about your dinner with your family," Nick suggests. I cringe slightly just thinking about the conversation. Everybody nods, except for me, because I shake my head. "Why not?" he questions.
"It didn't go too well," I reply truthfully. "My father was an ass, as always, my step mom just sat around and let him act like an ass. My brothers and sisters were super cool, just like they always are, though. And that's just putting it simply." Jack shakes his head, urging me to continue.
"We don't want it simply, we want to know what really happened," he says. "What you just said describes literally every one of your Christmas eve dinners with your family. I mean come on, what about that one time you said your dad was suuuuper drunk and he-"
"No," I cut him off. "I didn't even tell you that whole story. I really don't tell you guys a lot," I admit sheepishly. "I won't tell you about it now, and I'm not going to bother with this one. I'm sorry, but really personal shit happens when my family is together like that." Jack groans.
"Geez, come on, Kellin," he says. "Tell us something." By this point I'm just starting to get pissed off. But I suppose if he wants to know that bad, then when he finds out what happened, it won't really make a difference to him.
"Okay, fine," I say angrily. "You want to know what happened each time? Then I'll tell you." Jack smiles triumphantly but I know that smile is going to fade soon. "Well, when my dad got 'super' drunk that one time, he kept flirting with Harper. He started feeling her up and kissing all over her until my step mom walked into the bathroom; are you happy that you know now?"
My last sarcastic comment was a little bit rude, but I don't even care. They all gape at me. "And since you wanted to know so bad, this year, my dad kicked me and Copeland out of my apartment. Oh, and since you wanna make pissy comments all the time, too, I'll make one for you: I moved in with Vic and Mike because I didn't have anywhere else to go," I finish. I see a guilty look find its way onto all of their faces.
"Kellin, I'm-"
"Save it, Jack. I'm going to class," I cut him off, standing up and heading to my sixth period class.
• • •
"Here," Vic says, handing me a pink, plastic crate. I raise an eyebrow in confusion and he points to the staircase. "It's for Copeland's toys so we can get them out of that box," he explains. I nod, trudging upstairs with the crate. I place it on the floor and take the toys out of the box, placing them neatly into the crate.
After I finish with that, I walk into Vic's and my room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sleeping in the same bed with Vic really isn't that bad. We hardly touch, and there's plenty of blankets and pillows. I scroll through all the shit on my phone, reading through missed messages that my friends had sent me.
Eventually, I just let out a small sigh and look around the room. Although there is more to do in this place than in my old apartment, I'm still bored out of my mind. I hear somebody walking upstairs and I look up, seeing Mike walking into the room, holding Copeland. I smile at the sight of my beautiful baby girl.
"She wants you," Mike says as she whines, reaching out for me. I take her gently out of Mike's arms and hold her to my chest. "Vic told me about you two," Mike informs me. I nod, somewhat awkwardly. "I guess it's fair to say that I'm happy, considering that Vic's never been in a good relationship, and you're a great guy," he continues, shrugging slightly.
"At least you don't dislike me," I reply, causing him to chuckle.
"Um, also I have a kind of weird question," he says. I raise an eyebrow in wordless question. "Do you have a jacket?" he asks. "The one I usually wear is being washed, and I'm going to go hang out with Tony later."
"Uh, probably, let me check," I reply, handing Copeland back over to him. She whines and I glance at her sympathetically, walking over to my drawers. Vic uses most of the closet, and I don't really care about hanging stuff up anyway. I open my shirt drawer and sift around, my hand hitting the box.
I have to pull it out though because my jacket is in the back. "What's that?" Mike questions stepping closer. I quickly grab my black jacket and toss it onto the bed.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it," I reply. "Have fun with Tony," I say, stuffing the box back into the drawer. I stand up and take Copeland back from Mike. He smiles as Copeland giggles.
"Actually, if you have another jacket, you can come with us."
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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...
