One Shot at Another Life (Kellic oneshot)

For those of you reading this (Emily) sorry if it wan't done right, but I just wanted to try it out and see how it feels to write a fanfiction. Thanks!

After the day when I can no longer look up at the sky,

Or see the way your smile 

lights up the air around you

and makes me feel the need for your lips

just your lips on mine,

I will cry out for you.

Will you hear me?

I tried out the lyrics, rolling them around in my mind before I went to actual try to make something of them. I don't know, Is it just me or do they seem a little more than desperate?

"What the hell is this? It makes you sound way too desperate," Vic announced to me. I hugged the notebook to my chest and whipped around to give him a look of loathing. 

"Did you read all of it?" I asked knowing the unavoidable answer was yes.

"Yes, and they suck." He shook his head at me and went around the couch to sit beside me. 

I knew that, but hearing it out loud made it so much more awful on my self-esteem. "Fuck off," I told him. Not wanting to show him how upset I really was I faked a smirk and looked around the room. 

Vic and I had been living together for two years now, but it had seemed so much longer than that. After finishing high school a year after him we began the more serious side of our relationship. 

"Kellin, I don't think you should be hurt that much, It wasn't even a full song." He told me, reading the way I kept my head down and avoided his eyes. 

"I'm not upset. I know that and I was about to write about something else, but it's kind of hard when you keep reminding me!" I half shouted which confirmed that I was totally not okay with my sucky song lyrics. 

"Don't write about something else, I like it when you write about me." He just wouldn't stop. 

"What makes you think that this is about you? I could just as well write about any serious relationship between any two people on planet Earth." I kept going, even though it really was about my feelings for Vic. I just don't want him to feel any satisfaction from getting me to admit any of my feelings for him while he's criticizing my writing.

"One- I do know you, we live together for Christ's sake. Two- I thought your views on the world were less dramatic, and Three- your mopey because of what happened FOUR months ago, so of course your thinking about sappy love lyrics," He paused, "about me." I looked up at him through my bangs and he gave me a knowing smile. One that reached his brown eyes attractively and lit up the air around him. Damn, he's getting to me!

"Stop, reading my mind. Damn you!" I stood up and ripped the page out of my notebook. After I got it free of the spine I balled it up and stomped over to the kitchen in our small apartment. I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull back, and turned to face him. Why was I getting so mad? Vic had told me a million times before to fix what I was writing because it sounded shitty, so what was wrong this time?

"Kellin calm down, okay? I'm not going to tell you it's perfect but give it some work at least." He stood above me, a foot almost, and his eyes told me he was done now. His hand didn't release my wrist but loosened and slid down to touch my hand. His other arm had quickly snatched away the ball of paper before it touched the trash. He now tossed it on the counter and took my other hand.