Only Saving Grace I Ever Had (Kellic)

Chapter Twelve

*Flashback*
"Are you dating?" I asked with a playful smirk. Jonny blushed.

Jonny and Craig have spent a lot of time together, ever since I caught them kissing about a year and a half ago.
Despite me becoming friends with Jonny, Craig still won't talk to me.

Now I have Jonny, but he still will never be my absolute best friend the way Craig was.

"No" Jonny laughed, as he always did when I asked.

"No" I mocked in his tone "how come he invited you to the dance?" I asked, making him blush more.

Without a doubt they've shared more kisses since the last.

"It's eighth grade! It's our last dance before Homecoming and Prom" he said, making up an excuse.

"Okay" I said sarcastically.

"Come with us!" He begged, I scoffed.

"Craig hates me" I stated coldly, Jonny looked at me with squinty eyes.

"You've never told me why he doesn't like you" he said, pushing a little.

I shrugged and sighed "when we were In like fourth or fifth grade I had some stupid unrealistic suspicion that his dad was abusing him and I told the counselor" I admitted, ashamed of the way I ruined my friendship with my best friend.

Jonny looked at me funny for a moment before I watched his eyes widen "because he always had bruises on his arms?"

I felt shock for a moment. Was his dad actually abusing him? Was I right?
Did he stop being my friend to protect his dad?

Last year I remember my mother attending a funeral, Craig's fathers funeral, and when she came back home she complained because Craig didn't even seem upset.
Craig's father died at work, he was working with moving trailers to lots and one collapsed on top of him.
It stuck in my head for a long time, I tried not to imagine the gruesome scene, but I was ashamed that I had falsely accused the man of abuse.

"When Craig's dad died he actually got happier, and the bruises went away. I had suspicions of my own" Jonny added, I felt guilt.

I knew it.
I should've believed myself and tried to help him.

"Yeah, I'll come to the dance with you"
*End of Flashback*
(Kellins POV)

"He had a panic attack this morning, really bad, it took a lot out of him" Jack spoke quietly about Alex.
"He's been having a lot again, do you think it's time to switch medications?" Jack asked like a concerned parent.

"When Alex feels ready to switch, he'll switch, but if you ask me, it's about time to switch" I explained, crossing one leg over the other.

"He told me today that all he wants is to be able to breathe" Jack was worried and I could tell.

Alex's panic disorder is one of the worst cases I've seen, without working medication, I don't know how he would function.

"What about marijuana?" Jack asked bluntly, causing me to laugh.

"You know my opinion on it, and Alex's" I said.

"Didn't you hint at him to smoke marijuana when he was your client?" Jack asked with a smirk.

I shrugged with an obvious smirk "gotta medicate somehow"

"Do you think it would help him?" Jack asked seriously.

"Yes, but he didn't want to smoke weed" I added, politely.

"It's legal now for recreational use, maybe he will" Jack laughed, leaning back on the couch.

I shrugged and chuckled once more before we were left in silence and I could hear Alex's footsteps through the hallway before he burst through the door, throwing oven mitts at Jack.
"I burnt my finger on your fucking pot pie" Alex said in a mixture of laughter and fake crying.

Jack laughed and bounced up with the mitts on his hands, pretending to pinch Alex with his "claws"

"Don't fucking accuse the pies of doing such a terrible thing, Gaskarth" he jokingly snapped before marching down the hall, to the kitchen.

Alex and Jack have a really cute little house, but it's really old, it's safe but the style just makes me see them as an old couple.
Their house is always warm and full of laughter, I love being around them.

"Alex, the bottom is burnt" I heard Jack yell from the kitchen.

"Good" Alex called back.

Every time Alex makes anything he makes sure it's a little burnt because he likes food when its burnt, but Jack despises it.

Alex burns the hotdogs, pizza, toast, bagels, but Jack won't eat anything that's burnt so they've started to compromise a little bit on that.

I chuckled at them as they argued from the hall to the living room.

Soon enough, Jack came back down the hall and plopped down beside Alex on the couch.
"When are you going to tell us more about your newest client?" Jack said, winking.

Alex nodded and looked at me intently.
I laughed and shrugged.

"What is there to say?" I asked.

"Is he nice?" Alex asked.

"Have you fucked?" Jack asked.

The two boys looked at each other with furrowed brows.
"You were going to ask if he was nice?" Jack asked, laughing at Alex's question.

"Jack, you were the one who asked if they had sex yet" Alex defended.

"He's nice, and no we haven't even had romantic contact" I laughed, ignoring my nosey friends need for information about Vic.

"What was up with him when we went out to eat?" Jack asked, seriously.

"He had a panic attack, that's all" I said, meeting eyes with Alex.

"What's wrong with him?" Jack asked bluntly, causing Alex to gently slap his leg.

"You don't ask stuff like that" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Nothing's really wrong with him" I started "but I can't tell you why he's in therapy" I said. They knew I couldn't tell them.

Plus, I don't even know what's truly going on.

"Are you going to date him?" Jack asked, wanting to know as much as possible.

"Probably not" I said with a shrug.
As much as I would love to, he's my client.

Jack rolled his eyes "if you want something don't be afraid to do it, Kellin, you're lonely" he pouted.

"Do you even know if he's gay?" Alex asked with a slight chuckle.

"Actually yes, his friend mentioned it" I said, feeling my face get a little red at the thought of the possibility.

"Ohhhh" Jack said loudly, smiling big.
"Wait, are you sure that's not his boyfriend?" He asked.

"You should invite Vic to hang out with us sometime" Alex said gently.

How would I do that?
Both Vic and Craig would think I want to do something with Vic.

I would have to have a reason.