damaged kids. k.q/v.f

six

possibly triggering, so here's your warning.

after five hours of watching american horror story and smoking, vic and kellin decided to call it a night.

the taller of the two knew it wouldn't be wise to go to sleep too late, yet he found himself laughing at a stupid joke vic said at 4 in the morning instead of sleeping.

the two boys lay in vic's king sized bed, not caring that they were extremely close for two strangers in such a large bed.

"vic?" kellin asked softly, staring up at the white ceiling that was illuminated by the pale moonlight.

with a small hum, vic turned his head to look at the pale boy. his blue eyes looked very icy and pure, something vic could never have.

"have you ever self harmed?" the lanky boy asked, feeling so small in vic's huge sweatshirt.

the smaller of the two almost choked on air, his eyes going wide as he automatically wrapped his arms around himself, a defense mechanism he used to cope.

he knew kellin was just curious, especially since vic basically told everyone he used to self harm in therapy.

"i was in a low place, mentally. uh... i stopped after it got really bad. but, yeah. i did." vic said softly. he had never even spoken about it to his own brother. so why was he telling a complete stranger?

"my cousin used to, when i was younger. i walked in on him one day and he was crying and begging me to not say anything. i didn't. but... then he killed himself. and i wondered if maybe i should've told someone. maybe then he'd still be alive. i... i honestly wasn't too fond of him, he was kind of a dick, but maybe his mom wouldn't have gone through all of that pain if i would've just told her." the taller of the two said quietly, his eyes never leaving vic's.

it's as if they were in a trance, one that they both put the other in unintentionally. blue met brown in an intense moment. or... as if the ocean met the earth. dark met light.

"you were young, it wasn't your fault." vic said sternly, knowing that look on kellin's face. the look of guilt.

he was a fucking child, he shouldn't have had to deal with his cousins death.

"are you okay?" kellin asked, looking deeper into the mexicans eyes, searching for something. something he wasn't sure about.

vic nodded, his heart yearning at kellin's worried expression.

"i'm okay, i have been for a while now. you don't need to worry about me." he said softly, a small smile playing at his lips because it felt great to have someone care about him.

kellin shook his head and smiled back, closing his eyes as he began to drift off to sleep.

"yeah, i do. night, old man." the black haired boy said with a blush, wrapping the comforter around himself as he moved closer to vic.

vic smiled and shifted closer to kellin, the their legs tangled and their faces inches apart.

"goodnight, minor."

*

"kellin, wake up." a familiar voice said while shaking kellin, making him groan and open one of his eyes.

he was met with gorgeous brown eyes and a fucking stunning grin. jesus, this guy is beautiful. oh, it was just vic.

"5 more minutes, ma'." kellin mumbled incoherently, closing his eyes and groaning; only to be woken up bye the sound of vic fuentes laughing.