Wild flowers and forest Followers || kellic

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The clock is slowly ticking by. My legs and fingers are tapping. Can't this school day just be over already?

My name is Vic Fuentes. I'm just another student at Clairmont High. I have chin length, slightly curly, brown hair. I skateboard and love music. I've lived in San Diego all my life. I have a brother and two loving parents. I'm just your average guy. Nothing that special to me.

"This next unit will be all about the civil war," says my history teacher. The next three weeks are gonna be boring as hell.

Just as I started playing on my phone the door was knocked on.

"Come in."

"Uh, hi I'm new here. My names Kellin. I just moved here from Florida."

"Please go take a seat behind Vic."

I raised my hand to tell him where I sat. He was dressed in a pastel pink sweater, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black Keds. He was also carrying a black and white stripped backpack. It kinda reminded me of beetlejuice. His sharp stiletto acrylic nails were in a pastel purple with an upside down cross on his middle finger. Fucking edgy man.

He was beautiful though. A gay goth boys wet dream. What the hell is wrong with me? His skin was as perfect as a new book with a colorful cover. Or the way lights from an airport look under the sunset. Just beautiful.

"I- Uh Vic right?" he said, his words coming out like a random timed fountain made for children to play in.

"Yea, what's up?"

"Just what are we doing exactly?"

"You know, the normal. Breathing. Living. Probably thinking."

"Cause really? Thanks jackass."

"Anytime doll, I'll be sitting here for the rest of the semester." I finally say and blow him a kiss.

He moves to rub his eye with just his middle finger to flip me off in secret. Such a big attitude for somebody I just met.

The bell finally rings and all of us start filling out of the classroom. Dear god help me. Just one more class and I can get the hell out of here.

Of course it's my favorite class. Art. The only class I want to pay attention to and try in.

Kellin grabs my shoulder before the rest of the crowd sweeps his fragile little body into the ocean of people.

"Do you know where the hell the art room is? These halls are more confusing than my emotions." he said with the almost straightest poker face I've ever seen. The junior, Mikey Way, was the straightest.

"Yea I'm going right now. Just hold onto my shirt and I'll lead the way."

"I know how to follow someone without holding on to them your moron."

"Damn. Ok. Somebody's snappy today."

"If you're gonna wanna be friends, you're in for a wild ride so good luck dealing with me from now on." he finally ends with a slight smirk.

He keeps trying to be intimidating but it just doesn't work. His sass is huge but there's still some sweetness and you can hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.