Reposted due to editing
°Kellin's Pov°
Anxiety is something that teenagers are overly diagnosed with. It's also something people say they have, when in reality they are just shy, they do not have "social anxiety" like they say they do.
You wouldn't know what real anxiety is until you yourself has dealt with it, whether you had it or someone you loved had it. For me, it's the latter.
Vic has been my boyfriend for seventeen months and counting, and his anxiety is something I've come to love. Of course it isn't something I wish upon him, as it's probably terrible to have. But, it makes my heart melt every time he asks me to repeat something, just for confirmation. And when he shyly asks me to order the pizza because he's afraid. And how he apologizes at least ten times a day over nothing. It's a part of him I wouldn't change for the world.
I knock on his door softly, and he answers a few minutes later, giving me a cute little smile. He comes forward and wraps his arms around my neck, his head resting in the crook of my neck. His slipper clad feet are on the tips of their toes to reach my face, as he kisses my cheek shyly.
"That's all I get?" I ask jokingly, making his smile widen. I lean down and capture his lips, my arms snaking around his waist as he kisses back. The wind blows harder and he shivers, pulling me inside.
He giggles at me and runs his fingers through his hair.
"There's snowflakes in your hair." He says quietly, making me chuckle and nod my head.
"Well yeah, I walked over here in the snow to get to you." I chuckle, but he frowns slightly.
"I'm sorry, you didn't have to come." He says in his anxious voice, but I quickly shake my head.
"No, Vic I'm fine! I wanted to, I don't mind, I like walking in the snow. Besides, I wanted to see you." I say, looking into his eyes.
He didn't even ask me to come over, I offered. He never asks me if I want to, he's scared I'll reject his offer. And whenever I offer, he only replies with "if you want to".
"Can I have a kiss?" He asks quietly, looking up at me. That's another thing, he never initiates kisses, or hand holding. I don't mind though, it's cute when he asks.
"Of course." I whisper, kissing him again. He melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck once again. I smile against his lips and lick his plump bottom lip before pulling away.
He smiles sheepishly, and blushes when I take his clammy hand in my own. His hands are usually sweaty when he's around people, especially big crowds, or me. He says I make him nervous because he doesn't want to do something embarrassing in front of me. That is what makes it a lot more difficult when it comes to sex.
Sex is when people are at their most vulnerable, and it's no different for Vic. He's afraid that the sounds he makes or the way he looks will turn me off, when in reality it's quite the opposite. But before long, he gives up trying to hide himself and his noises, and just lets go.
I pull him up the staircase and towards his bedroom, pushing the door open.
"Where are your parents?" I ask him, taking a seat on his bed. I take my shoes and socks off, sitting them by his door. I pull my hoodie off and make a move to put it by my shoes, but Vic shyly takes it from my hands, sliding it over his head.
"How precious." I murmur quietly, pecking his lips. He giggles, sitting on his bed and motioning for me to do the same.
"They went to visit Mimi. Mike went with them." He says, and I open my arm for him to cuddle. He scoots towards me, placing his head on my chest and a hand on my stomach. Our legs tangle together and he rubs my stomach, making my abs flex under his touch.
