The Bucket List (Kellic)

6. You Can Keep It

When I got out of bed this morning, I noticed two things. One; Vic sent me a cute good morning text. Two; I still had his sweater on.

Well, it was actually my mom who noticed the sweater. She said something about it when I went to get something for breakfast. She told me I should probably give it back to him but I didn't really want to.

And this is why I'm sitting on my bed, phone in hand, with my thumb over the 'call' button under Vic's contact. I want to call him but what if he doesn't want to talk to me. I guess I had no choice because my thumb accidentally hit the button. 

"Shit." I breath, putting the phone to my ear. 

"Hello?" Vic asks when he picks up the phone.

"Hey, um, I don't really know if you care or not but I accidentally took your sweater last night. Do you want it tell?" I say. 

"Um, yeah, I guess." He says, sounding a little unsure. 

"Okay. Wanna come over and get it?" I ask him. 

"Yeah. I'll be over in ten." He says then hangs up. I smile and set my phone down on my bed. I get up and walk to the kitchen where my mom is still sitting. 

"Hey. Vic's coming over to grab his sweater." I tell her, sitting down at on of the chairs.

"Alright. You never did tell me what you two did last night." She points out. 

"Uh, well, he took me mini-golfing. While doing this, some girl who was barely five told me a story about her sick grandma and called Vic cute. Then after that we went to some cliff thing and just made small talk. It was really cute." I explain to her.

"Awe. That's adorable. I hope it works out between you two. I would love to have Vic over more." She coos.

"I do too." I say with a shy smile.

"I think this is the happy I've seen you in years and you've been only seeing this kid for a couple days." She tells me.

"I really like him, mom." I whisper happily. 

"I can see that." She laughs. Before I could say anything else, the doorbell rings. I jump up to answer it but immediately fall back into my chair due to a dizzy spell. I  cross my arms and place my head on them.

"I'll get it." My mom says, seeing as I can't get up. She gets up and tells Vic I'm in the kitchen. I hear his footsteps then the chair beside me moves. 

"Are you okay?" Vic asks quietly. I nod my head slowly and look up at him. 

"Can you help me to me room?" I ask him. He nods and stands up. He grabs me and pulls me up. I'm still extremely lightheaded so I lean all of my weight onto him.

"You know what. We're just going to do this." He says then picks up bridal style. He carries me to my room with a little difficulty due to my tank. When he lays me day, I close my eyes and concentrate on getting my breathing. 

"Your sweater is on my desk." I tell Vic after I regain my control over my body.

"Oh, I don't want it back." He tells me.

"Then why'd you say you wanted it back?" I ask him.

"I wanted an excuse to come over here." He says nervously. 

"You don't need an excuse to come over here, ya know?" I tell him. 

"I just didn't want to bother you." He says quietly. 

"You don't need some excuse to come see me." I tell him honestly. 

"I know but there's something I need to talk to you about and I was kind of chickening out. But since you told me to come over, I thought it would be a perfect time to tell you." He says.

"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly, "You're not going to tell me you're actually with someone else, right?" I add.

"No, no. It's just- fuck it. I really like you. I know we've only known each other for barely a month but these feelings get stronger and stronger everyday. If you're not ready for this, then that's fine but, Kellin, will you be my boyfriend?" He asks. I stare at him for a moment before the initial shock went away.

"Yes, I'll be your boyfriend." I answer. He smiles brightly and lifts my legs up so he can sit on the bed then places them back on his legs.

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" He asks. I think for a moment before nodding my head. He pushes himself to be face-to-face with me. Very slowly, he started to lean in. The anticipation was killing so I took it upon myself to speed it up by placing my lips to his. I wish I could say I felt the 'sparks' everyone talks about but what I felt was so much better.

I felt wanted. I felt like everything was going to go up from here.

The kiss wasn't very long. Maybe three seconds, at the most. When we pulled away, I kept my eyes closed for a couple extra seconds, taking in what just happened. This was first boyfriend and I just had my first kiss. 

I let a smile form on my lips and I slowly flutter my eyes open.

"You're not dating me just as a charity case, right?" I ask him, sadness placing my voice.

"No, definitely not. I like you for you and nothing else. Well, maybe your cute little, bald head." He explains, running his hand over the top of my head. I giggle and grab his hand from my head. 

"Stop talking about it. I miss my hair so much." I whine. 

"Can I see what it used to look like?" He asks hopefully. I smile and grab my phone, scrolling through my phone until I found a picture of me before I was diagnosed. I turned my phone so that Vic could see it.

"Oh, wow. You're right. It was really pretty," He states. "But, like I said, I like you for you." He adds. 

"Thanks." I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

"You're welcome." He says. "I hate to cut this short but I have to get back home. My mom will flip if I'm not home soon." He adds sadly.

"That's okay. I need a nap anyway." I tell him. He nods and climbs out of my bed. He leans down and pecks my lips before walking out of the room. 

When I hear his car leave my house, I stare at the ceiling in awe. I actually have a boyfriend. I'm just hoping that this cancer shit doesn't ruin this for me or him.

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This will be updated more often since I finished my other fic I was writing.