When Everythings Okay | Kellin Quinn X Reader

Ten

I walk out of the house and start towards Y/n's place. The cold near-spring air chills my face. I'm not even motivated to come out here but Y/n. . . She's just checking in me since I'm not happy when I probably should be. I'm numb to emotions.

I cross my arms and sigh. Why  couldn't she just come to my house? Geez. . .

I look up from my feet and look around. Not to long till I get to my destination. I can see Y/n's house from where I walk. I stop at a curve and look both ways of the road, hoping to not see any cars coming my way.

I walk across the abandoned street, making it to Y/n's abode. I knock on the door, waiting a minute before Y/n opens the door.

"Kellin. . . Hey. . ." Y/n says. I press my lips together, looking away from her. "Come in." She says. I walk in and immediately take a seat on the couch. Y/n sits down on the chair across from me. "Considering its so cold we won't go out far. . .but I do have a place close to here that's not that far away.." She says. I nod, still not saying anything since I'm not in the mood.

"We can leave at anytime." She says. She keeps getting too make conversation, but fails since I refuse to say anything. My fault I guess. I'm the one who came here. I stand up, signaling that I'm ready to go.

Y/n stands up and walks to the door, opening it. I walk out and she follows, then closes the door behind me, waking ahead of me she guides me to the back of her home. She grabs my hand, guiding me through the brush. Trees pull at my clothing until we get to a opening. There's a large oak tree with a house in the middle of the tangled branches.

"Climb up." Y/n's says. She climbs the wood that's nailed to the tree. I follow behind her. In the one room tree house lies a old tattered rug. On top of that are old reclining chairs. There's a messy desk in the corner of the room. Y/n's takes a seat in one of the chairs. I follow.

"Can you please tell me what's up?" She says, leaning forward and smacking her palms on the side of the chair. "It's nothing." I say. "It feels like something. I. . . Just want you to be happy." She says. I roll my eyes. "I can tell you what is not." I say. "If that's easier then I'd like to know."

"It's not any of our friends." I admit. She presses her lips together. "That it?" She asks. I nod. "Pretty much." I shrug. "Is it Katelynn that's your problem? Do you like. . . Still want her. . .? Or is she causing you problems?"

"What? No. . . I've just been a little depressed lately is all." I accidentally say. I make my hand into a fist. "Really? Because it really fucking doesn't feel like it, Kellin." She whines. "Can you stop being so fucking concerned about me all the time, Y/'s? I hate arguing with you and each argument we have is about my fucking problems. What about you? I saw that bruise on your arm when we were skating." I finally admit. I take on a deep breath, relaxing as much as I can.

It's silent. The tension between us strengthens after each second passes. "I never told you what happened that night." She says, finally breaking the silence. "No, you didn't." I say.

"I'm sorry. . . I was just scared." She mumbles. Her voice is full of emotion. "Of what?" My voice cracks. She keeps her gaze to the floor boards by my feet. "Of what you'll say." She sniffs. The entry move fills with her sobs. I stand up and sit on the arm of the chair next to her. I test my hand on her back. "Hey. . .it's okay. . .calm down."

Without hesitation she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. "God, Kellin, seeing you in pain makes me hurt and the pain my dad puts me through sometimes also makes me hurt and everything at home and school just. . . I never get away from the pain." She says between the tears.

I rest my head on hers and rub her back. "It's okay. . .it's okay." I manage to say. I'm at a loss of words in this moment. She hugs me tighter, causing me to hug her right back. "No, it's not." She starts. "Kellin- I-" She pulls away from me, making eye contact. "I love you." She admits.

I feel the warmth of my body burn my checks as I'm at a loss of words. "It's okay if to out so one feel a mutual feeling, I just thought. . . I should tell you. . ."

"I love you, too." I spit out. My eyes widen as I realize what I said. Y/n's is in shock, too. "Like I s-said you-you don't have to feel a m-mutual feeling I-I was just s-saying." She stutters, blushing madly.

"I'm being honest." I say. Her looks to realization in a second. "Okay. . . Okay. . .I didn't think this far." She mumbles. I let a laugh escape my lips for the first time in days. "What? I didn't. . ." She says, clearly embarrassed. "I know." I say, rolling my eyes. "Come here." I say, holding out  My arms like a child. She walks over to me and I grab her shoulders and lean down to softly press my lips to hers. As I pull away, Y/n's gives me a look ago shock and confusion.

"Oh. . . Look at that, I think my mom is home. I got to go. . . You should go too." She says. "Hmm. . . You know what? Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." I say and to to the corner of the shack and start climbing down. I was  for Y/n's at the bottom and walk with her to her home. "See ya." I wave as I keep walking. "Bye, Kells." She says. I walk across the street and down the sidewalk feeling the best I've been feeling for the first time in weeks. Months maybe. None the less, whatever I'm feeling feels great.

Walking into my home I see that my mom isn't home yet. Shrugging, I walk to my room and lay on my bed, thinking about the day.