Vic Fuentes Is Weird € Kellic

"I can't live without you...""I can't either..."

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Kellin Quinn, why are you so stupid?

Why couldn't you forget about him once he called you a transvestite? Because he was different, he was strange, it seemed as if he didn't give two shits about me. Victor Fuentes has done so much for me and I could never repay. I couldn't be the creepy death loving creep that his family is, I probably can't conjure up a dark spell or whatever, I couldn't even wear the simple black shade all the time; why would Victor Fuentes love me?

Why didn't I forget him when he called me a transvestite? Why did I sit by him in history, forcing us to partner together? Why do I love watching horror with him?Why did I kiss him first? Why do I love his strange family? Why do I keep hurting him?

Because I, Kellin Quinn, am hopelessly in love with the freak that lives in a creepy mansion in the middle of the woods...

I've loved him ever since he offered me a hug in history, though he didn't even know the term at the time, I've loved him since he let me cry on his shoulder, when he was by my side when I confronted Johnny, and when he saved me from Uncle Charlie.

Vic has done so much for me, but what do I do...?

I use him and hurt him constantly. I took the only innocence left in him and by the end of today, I'm just going to stomp all over his love like the piece of shit I am.

His arms tightened around my bare waist as my head was resting against his rising and falling chest, my ear listening to the heart that I'll break. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep all night, guilt and sadness eating at my brain and all I wanted to do was stay in his safe arms forever.

I could feel Vic shift from underneath, his heart rate quickly increased as he craned his neck to kiss my temple. In normal circumstances, I would be flattered and proud that I could make him feel this way, but it made the feasting emotion within me go into a full frenzy of guilt.

"Unhappy awakenings, my love" he hummed, his hand trailing up my naked torso and to my hair where he simply ran his fingers through my hair.

"It is, isn't it?" I mumbled against his skin.

A tired chuckle rumbled through his chest, the arm around my waist held me closer and inched me up his body so he could get better access to my head and face.

I was thinking of all the possibilities to break his heart, just as Johnny ordered, but of course, things just have to be more difficult.

"I...That was really enjoyable, mon amour," he told, "you've made me feel...special and bright. I don't think any rituals could make me feel like that again,"

I wanted to cry and smile tears of joy, I wanted to say that he did the same but instead; I rolled off a very naked Vic and slipped on my clothes, emotionlessly saying, "Get dressed."

Without any question, he did as I said as I sadly memorized his body once more, trying to save it to my brain. He pulled his classic striped shirt over his head and turned around, giving me a smile, one that broke my heart to ignore. I brushed past him and out of my room, down the stairs, and out the door; knowing that Vic was going to follow me in silence.

I didn't want to do it, I wanted nothing more than Johnny to repeatedly punch my lights out than to do this, but he didn't just threaten me...I had to protect my friends, even if it meant hurting them.