One-Shots

All Around Me (Kellic)

Here's another one-shot! Warning: smut!!!

Vic's POV

"Just hold on baby, I'll be there in a few minutes," my boyfriend, Kellin, spoke into the phone.

"No, you shouldn't come over. I'm sick," I groaned. I'd had a horrible cold for the past few days, and I didn't want Kellin to catch it. He had a really important show coming up with his band. There's a possibility that it could lead to them getting signed, and I didn't want to screw that up for them.

"I don't care if you're sick. I'm still coming over. Maybe I can kiss you better," Kellin joked.

"I don't want you to catch anything. I might be contagious," I croaked out. I could faintly hear the sounds of Kellin's car starting up in the background.

"I don't care if you're contagious. You're my boyfriend. I would kiss you even if you were dead," Kellin said with playfulness in his voice. "I'll be there in ten minutes. I love you."

"I love you too," I replied before hanging up.

Ten minutes passed. He never showed. Then twenty. Then an hour. I tried calling him several times, but I never got an answer. I was starting to get worried, but I was sure that he was fine. Maybe his parents caught up with him before he left and wouldn't let him come over. Maybe his car broke down. I had no idea, but I tried not to assume the worst. But why wasn't he answering my calls?

After almost three hours of waiting, there was a knock at my door. I assumed that it was Kellin and relief flooded through me. I went downstairs from my bedroom to answer it and was met with two police officers. Oh no.

"Hello, son, are you Victor Fuentes?" one of them asked. I nodded my head.

"Yes, why?" I asked nervously.

"I'm sorry, but your boyfriend Kellin was just in a car crash. He didn't make it." 

ONE YEAR LATER

I was fast asleep in my bed when I felt two hands shaking me awake. I rolled over and groaned.

"What the fuck, dude?" I asked. I looked up at my friend Jaime, who was standing beside the bed.

"It's 6 PM, Vic. You should get up and eat something. Me and the guys are going out tonight. Call us if you need anything," he said before exiting the room. I had been living in an apartment with Jaime, our friend Tony, and my brother Mike for a few months now. It was crowded in here, but it was better than living alone.

I sighed deeply and buried my face in the pillow. The pain didn't hit me quite as hard as I had expected it to, but it was there. It was the same pain that I had felt one year ago today when I lost the love of my life. I didn't want to get out of bed. I just wanted to fall back asleep and never wake up. Why did Jaime have to wake me up?

But he was right. I was really hungry, and I should at least attempt to take care of myself. I had slept most of the day away already, and I would probably go back to bed again soon. I stood and walked groggily into the bathroom. I was a mess. My whole face was red and my eyes were puffy. I had probably been crying in my sleep. I used to do that a lot, especially right after . . . it happened. I did my business and then walked out into the kitchen. I decided to make a small frozen pizza since it was fairly easy and I didn't plan on putting any real effort into anything today.

As I was waiting for the pizza to cook, I heard my phone buzzing on the counter. I picked it up to read the text and saw that it was from an unknown number. My eyes furrowed in confusion as I read.

I love you.

I had no idea who would have sent me that, so I shrugged it off and deemed it a wrong number. I mean there wasn't any possibility that it could've been . . . no. He was dead. Kellin died a year ago.