Abracadabra, You're Gay (Kellic)

Twelve

lol i know i disappeared again anyways here's this to make up for it
awkward boys who don't know how to talk to each other anymore and all the stupid things vic says that he'll probably shoot himself over later bon appétit

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Kellin shot me a curious look.
"You want me to stay?" he said, a small smirk starting to form at the corners of his lips.

"Don't make this a big deal," I sighed, waving my fingers and conjuring a cup of coffee into the air.

It hovered for a few seconds before I plucked the glass mug out of the air and absentmindedly took a sip, my gaze fixed on the rune book again.

"What changed your mind all of a sudden," Kellin asked. "I mean I don't believe that you've just stopped hating me out of the blue like that."

"Maybe I'm giving you a chance," I said without looking at him. "I mean, you are the only person who... understands."

"Are you indirectly saying that after a hundred years," Kellin's grin was growing as he spoke. "That you, darling Victor, miss me?"

I could have punched the stupid look off of his face. Why was I even enduring this? I should have just cast another ward and prevented him from coming near me again.

"I don't miss you," I snapped, my gaze falling back to the book but my eyes weren't reading the words anymore.
"And I do still kind of hate you."

"Then?" Kellin prompted, leaning on the table with an expectant glance. "Why am I here?"

"Because, I've discovered that no amount of time is going to allow me to heal from what happened," I said in a monotone voice. "The only option I have left is to just... talk about it. Maybe if I don't suppress it anymore I can get over it."

"And if that works?" Kellin asked. "If talking to me helps and you manage to get over it?"

"Then?" I looked at him and shrugged. "Then I move on. I stop getting stuck in this ongoing loop of that godawful accident."

"Well, do you still blame me for it?" Kellin mumbled slowly.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I've tried so hard to forget everything and I just don't know whether I have the energy to keep holding onto this grudge I have against you."

"I know that you mostly used me as a crutch," Kellin said. "I know you well enough to know that the only way that you were going to mentally survive through it was to have something to focus your anger out on."

I didn't say anything, letting him finish whatever it was he was going on about.

"You're still my best friend," Kellin sighed. "I mean I know it hasn't seemed that way but hey, I've been mad at you as well for the last however many years we've been going at this for.

What was I doing? Was I really about to make up with him? Erase a hundred years of anger and hatred in a single conversation?
I could call Jaime and ask him to help me get rid of him - or something. I could literally do anything to force Kellin to leave, yet I'd actually invited him to stay in the first place.

I was going insane. That was the only logical explanation for this.

Kellin took a seat opposite me, saying nothing for a couple seconds before cracking a smile.

"You're not a very gracious host," he grinned and I looked up to question what he meant by that.

He pointed at the coffee cup in my hand in answer and I raised in my eyebrows. "Oh, sorry. Do you want me to make you one-"