Drown Me In The Flames (Kellic)

"Kellin!" my father yelled from downstairs. What did he find wrong this time?

I sighed and climbed off the bed. I take my precious time down the steps, taking one at a time. I make my way into the living room, seeing my mother and father standing side-by-side. My mother with her arms crossed, and my father with a permanent scowl on his face. This can't be good...

"Did you skip school today?" My mother asked, her voice laced with anger. Shit, they must've called them.

"...No" Of course I decided to play dumb.

"Don't play stupid with us. You may be a faggot, but your not stupid." My father practically seethed through his teeth.

"Oh yeah, I forgot I had brain cells. Unlike you, of course." My eyes widen as soon as that comment slipped from my mouth. Why the fuck did I just say that?!

His features filled with rage, and before I could even think I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek. "Don't expect any dinner tonight. Go up to your room and fucking stay there!"

He's just letting me off with just a slap, and no dinner? Hey I'm not complaining.

I trudged back up the stairs, mumbling, "I wouldn't dream of it."

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Ugh, why did mornings exist?

That's obvious Kellin, don't ask stupid questions.

The noisy alarm clock resting on my side table, began to sing me the song of its people. I groaned, not wanting to open my eyes, knowing the sun is just waiting to take them victim of its light. But, I knew that if I didn't get up now, there wouldn't be enough time to make myself look fabulous. Yes, I said fabulous. Deal with it.

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School was just the breeding ground for more demons. I swear there was sin around every corner, not that I'm religious or anything, just more or so stating facts.

To put it simple, It's hell.

Not that I have a problem with education. But I have a problem when the teacher's don't know shit about the subject they're supposed to be teaching.

I also have a problem with the lack of "discipline" at this school. It all depends on if you're the star football player or not. Popularity is key at this school, and I hate it to the bare minerals. I'm in the class of teenagers that most people referred to as the "bottom feeders". Not worth our own salts. It wasn't too bad, the burn outs and book worms were always more welcoming than others.

And sadly for me, there wasn't a , "Hey, Look I'm a Raging Homo" Club. I was mostly alone on that part, or I'm the only one who got tired of scratching at the walls in my closet.

So in a nut-shell, I guess you could say I'm not the luckiest asshole on the block. I'm just me. Kellin Quinn.

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I sat in the back like usual. Though one thing's different, new classes. Oh yes boys and girls, it's that time of the year again to meet a new set of people, when you've just become accustomed to the other.

As you can see I hate new semesters. New people, new teachers, same insults. It gets old.

Once again, I was avoided like the plague, I guess no one wanted to catch the "Gay Disease". I sighed and laid my head down on my new desk. I hate this.

A few minutes later a boy rushed in the door, just as the bell rang. He seemed familiar, like I've seen him around before. But I couldn't put a name with his face.

He searched the room, probably looking for a seat. There was one by me, and one by some jock with an ego bigger than his dick.

He walked to the desk by me, I was shocked to be honest. I wonder if he had enough brain cells to realize gay isn't something you can catch like the flu. He sat down and pulled out some book, the title, I'm not sure of. Right off the bat, he started reading.

Oh, I get it, he's at the bottom of the food chain like me. It makes sense why he choose this seat.

"Can I help you?"

Shit, I guess I was staring in thought. When I actually focused my vision on him, and my jaw almost dropped. He was the fucking definition of "Damn!" His brown hair touched his shoulders, a black beanie covering up most the waves. His eyes, I could get lost in them. They're so dark, it's like a galaxy could be hidden within them. He was skinny, but I couldn't tell much more, his oversized hoodie hid most of his upper body. Don't fuck this up brain.

"Hi." Smooth Kellin, real smooth.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Hi..?"

Yeah, he thinks I'm a total creep.

Great, fan-fucking-tastic!

(A/N: so yea, I hope you like this little intro/look into Kellin's head/meeting Viktur. Yea..... bai kittens.....have a cookie....*hands cookie and pats head in the most awkward way possible*....)