Kellin Quinn, Has been in and out of foster homes his entire life, most abusive, and homophobic.
What will happen when Ms and Mr Fuentes decide to foster Kellin, and he gets to meet Vic and Mike Fuentes?
He may find out him and Vic have a lot in c...
They pull into a parking lot, and once we get out of the car, I look at the house in front of me. I let out a breath, before entering after them.
It looks like every other normal house, but there's not a million other already settled foster kids in here at least. I must be there first or something.
Two teens, about my age, come running down the stairs, I may have spoken too soon.
" These are our two sons." Mrs Fuentes spoke.
" Vic and Mike." Mr Fuentes spoke.
I nod. I never been to a house with other teens that weren't fosters. I hold my broken ribs, almost falling. For a second I forgot they were even broken, since I'm used to pain anyway.
" You should rest." Mrs Fuentes says kindly.
" Boys help him up the stairs, and show him his room." Mr. Fuentes says, as him and her exit.
I look at the two boys, not knowing who is who. All I know is that one of them is named Vic, the other is Mike.
One of them is quiet attractive, He has caramel skin, chocolate eyes, long silky hair, a shiny nose ring, he's short, and wearing all black, he's basically perfect.
I must have been checking him out for too long because they snapped me out of my trance.
" Do you know how to speak?" The tall one asks.
" What happened to you?" The short one asks.
" Yes, I'm Kellin." I say quietly. " The usual happened." I mumble.
" I'm Vic." The short one says.
" Mike." Tall one says.
" I want details, what happened?" Mike asks.
" Most of it's a blur." I shrug, as they allow me to lean on both of them, for support up the stairs. Vic smells good. " Just got beat up, that's all." They drop me onto my new bedroom bed.
" Thanks."
Mike smiles. " No problem."
" Is anything broken or anything?" Vic asks.
"Ribs and nose yeah." I reply.
" I'm sorry they did this to you." Vic frowns.
I frown. " It's fine." I pause. " Um, do you guys have any makeup? To cover it up?" I point to my face.
" You look fine." Vic says.
" There should be some in moms room." Mike says.
" Okay... then go to her room." Vic says.
Mike sighs rolling his eyes and exits the room. Vic sits on the end of the bed.
" I'm guess your past homes were pretty bad?"
I nod. " Yep." I pop the p.
" Well this home is different." He nods.
" That's what they all say." I say closing my eyes.
" Here." Mike says, and I open my eyes.
" Oh thanks." I say holding the makeup, and opening the tiny mirror, covering my bruises on my face with makeup.
" Anything else?" Vic asks.
" I guess I could use some company." I say putting the makeup down on the bed table.
" I have to do the stupid chores." Mike mumbled, and exits the room.
I roll my eyes. " I'm going to have to so chores too I'm guessing?"
Vic nods. " It's not that bad, plus we get paid like 20 bucks if we do them all."
I nod. " Can't wait till' I can walk around." I sigh.
" At least you'll be missing school."
" True." I agree.
" So Tell me about you."
" I like bands.. music...." I trail off not being able to think of anything.
" Well so do I." He replies.
Here's to taking risks.. " Do you know what else I like?"
" What?"
" You." I say just above a whisper.
His mouth opens, then closes. I fucked up, didn't I? Oh shit, is he even gay?! What if he's homophobic. I really need to think for once.
" I like you to." He says quietly.
" Really?" I say shocked, someone liking me? That's new.
" But we barely know each-other."
" Yeah." I agree. " What do you like about me?"
" You look perfect, even with bruises, and you're still strong, even though it seems like you've been through a lot."
" You look perfect since I've first seen you, and you seem nice." I reply.
He forces a small smile, first time I've seen him smile, but I haven't smiled in years so it's understandable. I don't even bother throwing on fake smiles anymore, Don't see the point.
His smile fades quickly. " Well, I should go."
" Or." I move over a bit. " You can come here." I pat the bed.
He closes the door, shutting the lights off, and lays in bed next to me, both of us fully clothed in black long sleeved hoodies and black skinny jeans.
" Night?" I say.
" Night." He whispers.
As we sleep.
( this is the only pic I can find of Vic in a black hoodie haha.)
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