The next morning came far too quickly. The sun shining in through my windows made me come to the realization that I wasn’t dead. Sigh. I slowly lifted my eyes and glanced at the time. 8:47 PM. Shit. Had I really slept almost all day? Thankfully I’d locked my door so my dad couldn’t burst in. If he was even home? My phone vibrating on my bedside table made me wake a little more. I gave a few yawns before sliding my finger across my screen. One new message – number unknown.
“Hey it’s Vic.” –Vic
I was instantly completely awake. My heart skipped probably 20 beats, if that’s even humanly possible. My lips pulled upward into a small smile. Vic texted me. I know he said he was going to but, he actually did.
“Hi. How’s it going? Sorry I just woke up.” –Kellin
“No worries. Hey wanna come chill for a bit before the guys get here?” –Vic
I honestly didn’t even need any time to think about my answer.
“Sure. (: Be there in 10.” –Kellin
“Of course. Not all of us can be that “hot”. Haha. Just knock when your here. (:” –Vic
I think my face was probably ever shape of red possible. Did he just call me hot?! No, surely not. He must have been joking right? Stop Kellin. Calm down and don’t over think this. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, all within a lightening time. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten ready that fast before in my entire life. I had to be really careful today though. My cuts… I had to be sure to wear something unsuspicious. A blue flannel should do the trick. My stomach hurt really badly from where my dad kicked me last night, but the thought of hanging out with Vic today made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I dashed down stairs only to find my worthless father passed out on the couch. A beer still connected with his hands. I almost wished he had fallen off into a ditch last night and just died… I snapped myself out of my homicidal thoughts and crept outside. I made my way over to the Fuentes house just as Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes were pulling out of the drive way. I gave him a quick wave and knocked on the door. Not a second later I was being greeted with Mike’s goof ball cheerful face.
“Hey dude! Come in.” He said with beaming eyes, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me inside the house without warning.
My eyes examined every wall. The atmosphere here was nice. It was calm and homey. Not at all like mine and my dads house. I wish my house felt like this home. My eyes darted everywhere, seeing every photo and every piece of art, only for them to fall on Vic, sitting at the bar smiling up at me, our eyes instantly connected and I tried my hardest not to look too terribly awkward.
“Uh hey” I said shyly glancing from Vic to my firmly planted spot by the door.
Vic got up and walked over towards me, ”Hey yourself” he said with a perfect smile. “You hungry? I was just about to make some pancakes”pointing over to what I assumed to be the kitchen.
“Pann-CAKES! I want some!!” Mike yelled back from the couch. “Make like fucking 50!”
I couldn’t help but to chuckle at Mike. I mean seriously. He was a skinny pole yet he ate like a sumo wrestler. I nodded my head, “Pancakes?” I questioned with curiosity, suddenly realizing I was fucking starving too. Vic shook his head eagerly and I said “Sure man. Sound perfect. I’ll help.”
Vic let out a laugh at his obnoxious baby brother sitting on the couch chanting ‘Pancakes! Pancakes’ and motioned for me to follow him. We walked into the doorway Vic and just came out of. It led into a massive kitchen.
