Laborious Devotion (Kellic)

Chapter 8

I feel a weighted warmth wrapped around my body as I slip out of sleep. A soft breath against the side of my neck and I smile as I remember who it is. I wrap my arms around him and relax against him. I turned my T.V. on and turned the volume on low and put on Bob's Burgers. I started playing with Kellin's hair as I laid there and watched it. I thought back to last night and remembered what had happened up to Kellin coming downstairs and us falling asleep. My cheeks got hot thinking about it.
Kellin started stirring around about 45 minutes after me waking up. He adjusted himself so that he was half on the side of my body with his leg wrapped around mine and his arms around my torso.

"Are you a koala now?" I said softly. He just hummed in response and kept his position. I laughed quietly to myself. After a few minutes Kellin spoke up.

"Vic?"

"Hmm?"

"My butt hurts." Honestly I tried to show sympathy but I couldn't help but snort so loud and start laughing.

"It's not funny you dickwad."

"It's kinda funny though." He groaned and sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"You got a little something.." I said and pointed to his neck. He looked confused and put his hand up to his neck and moved it around.

"What? I can't find it."

"Go look in the mirror." He stood up off of my bed and looked at himself.

"What the fuck it looks like someone tried to choke me out, how can you possible expect me to hide this?" He groaned. I shrugged my shoulders. "Should've thought about that when you thought you were some funny shit."

"Yeah well you got a little something too and on your back." He said back. I stood up and turned around in the mirror.

"Honestly you kind of need to clip your fingernails you overgrown cat." He opened his mouth and hit me.
"Shut up you dirty walnut" He said back.

"A dirty walnut?"

"Yes shut up don't even reply." I put my hands up in defense.

"Okay, cat boy." I said with a smirk. He poked me hard in the ribs and my whole body crippled.

"Kellin!" I yelled.

"That's what you get!"

"Honestly kill yourself before I kill you." He mocked me and I did it back and we laughed it off for a few minutes.

"No, but I'm forreal though how am I gonna hide this?" Kellin said.

"Follow me, make up artist Vic is here to save the day." I lead him into my moms bathroom and took foundation out of her makeup bag. Kellin and my mom were both whiter than a redneck so the shade matched him. I grabbed a foundation brush and put some on it.

"Lift up your head." He moved his head up and i began to rub it all on his skin. I put powder over top of it to even out the color so it didn't look weird. After I was done he looked in the mirror.

"How did you even do it that good?"

"Practice. I used to have to cover up things too so now it's easy." He looked like a concerned mother after I said that but didn't question me on it. I slipped on a shirt and told Kellin to stay up here while I went downstairs to get food. I left my room and went down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened up the pantry and grabbed pop-tarts out- nutritious, I know. I set them on the table and walked over to the fridge when Mike came up to the kitchen from downstairs, he looked like a complete train wreck. He mumbled a 'hi' and went to the pantry and grabbed out the same flavor of pop tarts I had. He set them down on the counter and started eyeing me. I tried to ignore it as I grabbed juice out of the fridge but it was bothering me. I turned around and sat the juice on the counter.