Identities (Kellic)

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This was barely edited so im sorry if there are some mistakes! I hope the smut is good enough
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I looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my hair. I was wearing a button up T-shirt with some black skinny jeans, i had no idea what was appropriate to wear at his house but this is what i was going with. I put on my dark beige snapback and grabbed my keys, heading out to Kellin's house, across the street from mine. I shoved some gloves in my pocket with some wiring.

I had never explored my sexuality emotionally since i figured i wasnt built to feel affection towards anyone, but Kellin looked cute. He was short.. Black semi wavy hair down to his neck, cute figure, cute eyes, cute butt.. Ugh, what was i thinking? It's not like i was a virgin or anything, i i definitely wasn't. I have had sex with girls, sometimes guys. But there was no emotion attached, it was always to get rid of the aching need that everyone has, the need of feeling touched, feeling satisfied and feeling important and special.

Nobody would be able to fall in love with me, a cold blooded killer.

I knocked on his door and he opened up with a smile on his face. He was wearing a long sleeved baby pink shirt with a small, dark blue pocket on the left side of the shirt. He also had on a pair of skinny jeans, like me.

I smiled back and walked into his home as he invited me in.

I sat on the black chair facing the counter as kellin leaned over the counter on the other side in the kitchen. "So, tell me about yourself? I heard you were from Michigan? Why would you move all the way from Michigan to San Diego?" I asked with furrowed brows.

Kellin hesitated, but he answered "I- i needed to get away, i guess. My ex boyfriend was horrible to me and i guess i just had to, move away." He looks down. Boyfriend? If i had the chance, i would kill him in a second.

"Aw, i'm sorry" I say sympathetically. I wasn't ever sympathetic to people. This is a trait of my identity. Sympathy. It's also a trait of a good friend, something i'm not and will never be.

"It's fine. It's in the past, besides, it's way better here anyways" He chuckles cutely, mixing his food on the stove and coming back to his previous spot, smiling softly.

"So, you mentioned a boyfriend, you're gay?" I ask. I needed to know.

"Yeah, i hope it's not a problem with you" He replies.

"Oh no, it's not" I chuckle "I- i've had affairs with both sexes but i cant really pinpoint myself.." I add, chuckling again.

Kellin smiles "Oh, that's cool."

After about half an hour of talking, we sit down at the dinner table. I take a bite of his food and chew it down "Mr. Kellin Quinn Bostwick, although spaghetti is overrated and basic, your recipe is fucking amazing" I smile, purposely over exaggerating my reaction. But his spaghetti really was fantastic.

Kellin blushes "Thank you" He smiled.

We both continued eating our food until i got angry. Why was i into Kellin? He should be dead by now! I'm not supposed to have feelings like these, i'm a serial killer, not a fag. Psychopaths aren't supposed to be able to make these feelings, they're not built for it. What was Kellin trying to do? Did he know who i was? Was he trying to crack me down? I need to kill him. Nobody should be able to make me feel this way and being with Kellin will only make my life harder to cover up my real identity.

We both finished our food "Hey Kellin, how about you put on a movie and i clear the table?" I offer.

"N- no, you cant do that, you're my guest" He says.

"No way, you've already done too much, now go sit down and put on a movie" I smile. I was getting impatient. I needed to kill him.

He put on Forest Gump as i washed a dish and sat down. Oh how pretty he was.. No no, vic, you cant get feelings for him. Your brain is just manipulating you.