Spoiled | Kellic

Chapter 20

KELLINS POV:

I got back home around 1:00a.m to my parents sitting there looking at the door. I sighed and rolled my eyes, and then came my lecture of the day.

"Kellin, why were you home so late," my mother asked.

"Because I was hanging out with Alex," I shrugged.

"Kellin what have we talked about before?" my father asked.

"To be home at a reasonable time," I huffed.

"And is one a.m a reasonable time?" he asked.

"To me, yes," I stated.

"Kellin, your mother and I have both tried our hardest to compromise with you, but you have done nothing to meet us half way," he said and I shrugged.

"Okay, I dont need to meet you half way if I don't want to," I chuckled.

"Kellin! You've become such a disrespectful kid for no reason!" my dad yelled and I laughed.

"Shut up, really. You're gonna crack me up too much," I howled in laughter.

"How dare you? You know what, we're cutting off your credit card until you learn to appreciate everything you have," my mom snapped.

"You really think this is about money? Are you really that fucking dumb! You could cut me off of anything you've given me! But everything you've given me is shit! It's stuff I can buy! But you've never given me an ounce of love! Neither of you. So yeah, cut me off, shred all of my clothes up, I don't care anymore. If you want me to as well, I'll even move out!" I yelled.

"Kellin, we don't want you to move out," my mom's voice fell calmer.

"Well you sure dont seem truthful about that answer," I told her.

"Kelli-"

"I'm going to bed," I stated and left to my room.

VICS POV

I woke up to silence in the house which was something new. I usually heard Mike listening to music as he got ready. I turned over and looked at my clock which oddly wasn't ringing. I saw the time and groaned. It was 12:34, I slept through basically half the school day. There was no use even getting ready for school, but now this meant I had to spend the rest of the day alone with Kellin. This was going to be the most awkward moment in my life.

I got up out of my bed and then went downstairs to make myself some late ass lunch.

"Whoa, who is that?" I heard Kellin slur as he turned around, "Oh right, no wonder there wasn't a response."

I sighed and proceeded to the kitchen. Drunk Kellin was never a good sign and I really didn't want to put up with his complaints.

"Can you please speak to me?" Kellin whined, "C'mon, please?"

He got up from the island seats and snaked his arms around me. He kissed my neck and then whispered, "I don't want you to hate me," It killed me to hear that he thought I hated him. I wanted to tell him what happened but I just had to keep restraining myself. This wasn't fair to him but I didn't know what to do.

I heard the doorbell ring and Kellin wobbled over to get it. He opened it and then immediately slammed it shut. He forgot to lock it so whoever was there, opened the door and let themselves into the house.

"Kellin, you've been drinking," I heard Olivers voice and then saw him walk over to the island towards Kellin.

"Leave me alone, Oliver," he growled.

"C'mon Kells," he hummed.

"Don't call me that, we're not friends," Kellin snapped.

"So we're more than that?" Oliver chuckled and Kellin shook his head.

"Oliver! I dumped you last year! I don't like you, get over it, move on," Kellin slurred and I smiled a bit while stirring the pancake mix.

"Not all of us could find perfect little rebounds like you did," Oliver muttered.

I turned around and Kellin was looking at me. His eyes snapped back to Oliver and he looked angry.

"Shut the fuck up," Kellin spat.

"Kellin, you know I could treat you better than him or any other guy," Oliver told him.

I coughed purposely and Oliver looked at me, "Got something to say, Vic?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.

"He doesn't but I do," Kellin growled, "I got a whole lot to say about you mister."

"Kellin, you're drunk... Don't say anything you'll regret," Oliver stated.

"I may be drunk but I'm not a cheater like your dirty ass who fucked another guy. That's right, I know all about you and your little side guy you'd go to every time your bitch ass couldn't handle our arguments," Kellin spat, "Now Vic may not be talking to me and he may not even like me but I sure do like him a hell of a alot more than I like you."

"Kellin, don't sa-"

"Get out," I blurted.

"Who the fuck said you could speak, you little prick?" Oliver growled to me.

"He doesn't need permission for that shit," Kellin told him.

"We'll see about that," Oliver said and walked out the house.

"Finally, he's gone," Kellin sighed.

I turned back around and poured the batter into the pan.

"Oh, are those pancakes?"