*Kellin's POV*
I woke up the next morning and felt someone's arm around my stomach. I automatically smiled when I realised that it was Vic's arm. I turned my head so I could creep on him when he's still asleep, he looked so adorable with his bed hair. I also noticed that he was smiling in his sleep, I swear he can't get any cuter.
After few minutes of intense creeping on him, Vic opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me.
"Have you been watching me while I was asleep?" He asked.
"Maybe." I smiled at him.
He smiled back and pecked my lips and said, "Good morning, sweetie."
I checked the time saying, "It's more like lunch time than morning."
He chuckled. "Yeah, well, you can't be that surprised, I was exhausted as hell after our night activities."
The thought of last night just made me smile.
"Anyways, do you want some breakfast, lunch, whatever?"
"Yes, I want some breakfast, lunch, whatever." I said with a chuckle.
"Alright let's go." And with that we got out of his bed, putting on some clothes so we didn't scare anyone who could be downstairs and headed hand in hand towards kitchen. There was a note on the counter, Vic picked it up and read out loud:
"Hey boys, we took Mike on a little trip. We'll be home around 9 p.m. Act responsible, don't burn down the house and use protection. See you later.
-Mom"
"It's a little too late for protection." Vic said smiling and I laughed in agreement. "I will make us some toasts, alright?"
"Yep." I answered. I just sat at the counter and watched Vic do his magic in kitchen. We made a little talk now and again, then he sat down next to me on one of those bar stools and we ate our breakfast, lunch, whatever.
*****
Now we were seatted on the couch, well, Vic was lying on his back and I was lying with my belly against him, resting my head on his chest and he was smoothing my hair. We were watching some movie and a memory popped up in my head. I lifted up my head to face Vic.
"Vic? Remember what you promised me the night when I met your parents?"
Vic looked confused at first but then the look of recognition spread across his face as he remembered. "Right, I said I would play something for you, you still want me to?" He asked and I nodded.
"Okay, let's do that." He said smiling and pushed me off him a little so he could go upstairs and grab his guitar. I turned off the TV and moment later he came back holding his guitar.
"Alright, come here." He said and patted on the couch for me to sit there and so I did.
"I wrote this song couple months ago, it's called I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket." He cleared his throat and started:
Choke, tried to wash you down with something strong
Dry, but the taste of blood remains
Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars
My, how they start to look the same
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style."
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, it's cold outside
No, no more eyes to see the sun
You slide into bed while I get drunk
Slow conversations with a gun
Mean more than I've ever said to anyone, anyone
