Criminal (Kellic)

I Think I've Hit The Floor

Chapter 4 already.... Enjoy this.

-Jessi

Vic's POV

I felt so vulnerable, crying like this. I hated the fact i wanted to tell him everything. I hated myself for wanting to trust him. I'm just full of self-hate today. Kellin stood behind me, rubbing my back and whispering "It's okay..." in my ear. I cried for a while, letting myself calm down and let a lot out. Kellin helped, he really did...

"Do you want to talk about anything?" He asked calmly. I looked at him, feeling my skin heat. "N-no. I don't want you knowing me. I'm going home." I said, getting up and storming away. Kellin was close behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "No youre not, we're not in San Fran anymore." He said. I turned around, anger bubbling inside me. "What do you mean we're not in San Fransisco anymore?" I spat through gritted teath. He put his hands up, telling me he didn't want to fight. "I woke up late last night; this morning, rather, and drove more. We're not even in California anymore!" He said, yelling near the end. I stood still, feeling tears erupt from my eyes again. "It doesn't even matter." I said quietly. "I can't go home..." I fell down again, burrying my face in my hands.

"Shh... It's okay..." He said again, doing what he did earlier. He hugged me from behind, and I'll admit, it was actually helping. "You can't tell me nothing's wrong when you're acting like this." he said when I calmed down. I faced him, not knowing whether to hit him again or to tell him my life story. I closed my eyes, my breathing slowing down. "I just can't go home... and I don't want to be here." I said, voice breaking. He didn't care. Well, he wouldn't have asked if he didn't. What is this war I'm having inside my head?

Kellin's POV

Why did I care? This son of a bitch just punched me and tried to run off, so why am I asking his life story? Then I had an idea I kinda liked.

"Let's play 20 questions.." I said light-heartedly. He looked at me, eyes red and shimmery; just plain cute. He shrugged and nodded, signalling for me to start.

"Why can't you go home?"

He breathed in deeply before answering. "I'm gay, and my family's so ashamed they kicked me out."

I froze. He was gay? Like, homosexual? Oh, wow, that changed a lot..

"My turn." he said, shifting so he was facing me.

"Why is a vicious criminal like yourself being so nice to me?"

Easy. "Because I'm not 'vicious.' I'm actually a pretty nice guy. I just have some trust issues. Okay. What's your name?" I said, taking my turn quickly.

He smiled. "Victor Vincent Fuentes, I go by Vic."

I laughed at his pride, he must really like his name.

"Why do you have trust issues?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Personal things."

"How old are you?" I asked

He bit his lip, looking at the asphalt below us. "I'm 27, but I still lived with my parents. Weird, I know." I shook my head. "No, not weird. You just needed a little push, right?" he nodded.

The game went on until it turned into 128 questions, and that's when we decided to head back to the truck.

We both slid in and I started the car before one more question entered my head.

"Hey."

He looked over at me.

"You can't go back home, and I gotta get somewhere to get something... Will you, like, stay? I just need to do something then I can help you get a home?"

He looked at me with a serious face, eyes pensive. He must've been pondering this in his head.

He nodded. "I've got nothing better to do, it'll be fun!"

I smiled as we got on the highway, driving past signs reading "Now leaving California! Come back soon!"

What was I getting in to? I'm trusting a stranger too quickly. Oh, it won't do harm, I just can't let him in...

UPDATE POWERS ACTIVATE!! Hope you guys liked it, I'll update soon c: -Jessi