Street//Kellic

Seventeen

A/N: Oliver's Point of View
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"Josh, we can't-" I was cut off by his soft lips meeting mine in the hotel lobby.
"I know, you have Him." He hissed pulling me closer by the collar of my shirt closing the space between us. I smiled into the kiss taking in the small of his cologne already missing him, I tired to force myself to let the brown haired man go. I wanted to push him away to not love him anymore, to want Kellin the way I wanted Josh but I couldn't, I just wanted Josh.
"Go home to him, Oli. I don't care, but tonight is the last time. No more midnight phone calls no more I love you because you don't. I'm tired of being hurt by you, yet some how I always let you back in." Josh said from the bed he looked up at the ceiling tears rolling down his cheeks. Suddenly I didn't want to leave him, I'd hurt him so much I didn't wanna go back to Kellin. I wanted Josh, I got angry as I closed the room door, and even madder as I imagined Kellin in my bed, I wasn't mad at Kellin I was mad at myself for letting whatever we had go this far. As I got to the lobby I walked over to the pub and decided to have a beer, one turned into two and two turned into five. It wasn't long before I was stumbling back to Kellin drunk and mad, I pushed open the flat door a little too hard it hit the wall with a crash and sent DVDs flying off the rack. Kellin sat up on the couch looking scared, I felt myself laugh as I walked past him to the fridge I grabbed another beer.
"He's better then you." I slurred opening the can, Kellin whimpered.
"W-who?"
"Josh. He's way better then you. I wish it was him instead of you! I wish," at this point I'm so angry I slide my arm across the coffee table and sent cups flying, "I'd never let him go! I should've made him stay!" I screamed throwing the glass beer bottle at the wall above Kellin's head. He ducked and suddenly Alex was standing in front of me, his rose tattooed fist met my face and I passed out. When I came to Kellin was clean up my bloody nose, his eyes were a soft ocean color as he tended to me.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, once he was done he helped me to bed and made me stay there. I fell asleep and woke up to a spotless house and a beautiful boy on my arms, just not the right one.

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A/N: It's short but here's the real Oli. Sorry it's not longer.