"You sure this is okay?" I ask, fiddling with the blindfold over my eyes. I feel Vic swipe my hand away, and the car moves ever so slightly. "Vic, keep your hands on the wheel, holy shit!" I yell. He laughs, and I feel us get back on track.
"Stop messing with the blindfold and I will," he replies, still laughing. I cross my arms. I hate not being able to see; it makes me feel unsafe and unable to protect myself. "We're almost there anyway, Kells," he says. I feel the car turn and a slight sickness rises in my stomach.
"Why are you even taking me out?" I ask. "I thought for sure you would be angry at me for getting stoned yesterday. And flirting with you while I was stoned," I add the last part sheepishly. Vic chuckles and I feel his fingers interlace with mine.
"I'm taking you out because I want to. And, I'm not mad," he says. "I mean, you didn't really do anything horrible, it was just weed. You got rid of that box, and that's good, because weed should be as bad as it's going to get," he continues. That's not true, though; I haven't gotten rid of the box yet. I don't feel like I can.
"You ever had any problems like that?" I ask quietly. His grip on my hand tightens up slightly, but goes back to normal almost in an instant. "Like drugs, or drinking, or something?" I hear him clear this throat. "You don't have to answer, I understand if you wouldn't want to."
"No, it's fine. I had a small problem when I was a teenager, but I don't do anything anymore..." he says, not really elaborating much. "Sometimes I drink when I get stressed, kind of like my old coping mechanism, but I also did that when I got bullied...That's not that point, though," he stops himself. "The point is that I had an addiction, so I get it, we all have different ways of coping with our problems."
"How did you cope?" I ask. I feel the car stop suddenly and his grip on my hand practically breaks it. I let out a small yelp of pain and pull out of his grip. "I'm sorry, I didn't think-"
"No, it's fine," he cuts me off. "I'm not going to say anymore than that I had an addiction. It started small and it built up, which I'm sure you understand," he says, sounding slightly annoyed. "I stopped a little under a year ago." If I wasn't blindfolded, I'm sure he would see my eyes widen. He was addicted to something and didn't stop until that little time ago?
"Uh, I'm sorry?" I say, more like a question than a statement. "At least you don't do whatever it was anymore."
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Anyway, we're here. You can take the blindfold off now." When I don't make an effort to take it off, I feel his hands brush slightly across my face and the blindfold slip off. His face is the first thing I see and I smile, feeling love radiating off his own smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks quietly. I shrug, not able to keep the smile off my lips.
"Like what?" I ask in return. He shakes his head, looking down at his legs for a second. "Come on, let's just go eat," I say, grabbing his hand. He looks up in my eyes again, and the happiness and love is probably just radiating off of us. I know it's early to be thinking about 'all the love', but it feels so real and unbelievable.
"Okay."
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"Thanks again for taking me out," I thank Vic quietly for the second time, my hand interlocked with his. He shrugs it off and bites his lip. I watch as his eyes trail down from mine to my lips. I hesitate on the thought of kissing him, though. With how sweet he was tonight, I feel like I'll just lose control and let him do whatever he pleases, no matter how badly I wouldn't want it under other circumstances. I don't want to lose that control just yet, but we might be getting close.
I decide to just let him wait until we're inside the house, though, especially since I want to check on Copeland. I try my best not to seem rude when I let go of his hand slowly and walk into the house. I guess he doesn't take offense because he follows me all the way upstairs and into the nursery. Copeland is just fine, sleeping like she usually is. I smile at the sight of her and turn the lamp off, similar to two nights ago.
Even more like last night, Vic stops me. I don't run into him this time, though, I just stop when I see him. "Yes, Vic?" I ask, grinning. No words, just silent movements until our lips are pressed against each other's. His hands hold my head in place while mine are placed on his hips. It's honestly so sweet, and I can't believe how much I missed the feeling of his kiss since the last time.
We pull apart and I smile at him, placing my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm gonna change into my night clothes, and don't be expecting much tonight, either," I inform him. He chuckles and grabs my hand, lowering it from his lips.
"Kissing you is just enough for me," he replies. My smile widens and I walk past him into our room, opening my underwear drawer to get my clothes. "Can I at least see you?" Vic asks, standing in the doorway. I glance at him before taking my shirt off.
"I don't really care, if it's not too awkward for you," I say, shrugging. I slide an old, extra large, long sleeved sweatshirt on. "Why?" I ask. "You wanna see what you'll be working with one day?" I tease, causing him to laugh.
"Uh, maybe..." he says, winking. I roll my eyes and pull my skinny jeans off, struggling near my ankles. God dammed big feet, they make it so hard to get my jeans on and off. I glance at Vic and see him staring at me, biting his lip.
"Okay, that's creepy," I say. He looks away, blushing, while I put my plaid sweatpants on over my boxers. "I'm done now, babe," I say, walking into the bathroom I brush my teeth as quickly as I possibly can, and then head towards our bed.
"Yeah, uh, sorry, I was just..." he trails off for a second while explaining his earlier actions. "Um, I was fascinated, I guess," he finishes, shrugging. I find myself laughing as I crawl under the covers and sheets on the bed. "Sorry, Kells," he apologizes. I wave my hand in dismissal, sliding down into the bed.
"Hurry up and change, I wanna cuddle," I say, making grabby hands at him like Copeland does to me when she wants me to hold her. He quickly changes, and I hardly watch (it makes me kind of uncomfortable because I don't know how feels about being looked at versus looking at). He then travels to the bathroom for a little bit before he comes back in and shuts off the lights, climbing into bed next to me.
I slide over to him in the darkness, resting my head on his chest. I feel his fingertips gracing my chin and tilting my head up so he can kiss me. It's so sweet and warm, and I never want the moment to end. But soon enough, it does, and I'm just resting my head on his chest again, nodding off to sleep. Minutes later, right before I drift off for the night, I hear Vic whisper, "I love you, Kellin."
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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...
