One Shot at Another Life (Kellic oneshot)

Calm Before the Storm

HI, I was reading this one over again and I was thinking that there were some missing pieces to their past that I never got to so this oneshot has been extended to 2! I hope you like it and it explains so much more. 

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"For the love of all that is holy TURN OFF THE DAMN ALARM!" I just couldn't control my anger toward that piercing noise! Where the hell is Vic-

"Kellin, you're closer. And its your room too." His voice from between mounds of pillows and white sheets was a little too sexy for this early in the morning, but because he was telling me that I wasn't making sence I would NOT give in. I threw off my cover dramatically and stood, causing my eyes too see black spots from movng too quickly as I slapped my hand across the buttons on the devil machine angerly.

I took  moment to breath in and calm down then looked back at the clock. A bright red 6:30 AM glared back at me and I groaned while falling back on top of Vic. "If you're going to sleep over here than don't keep me up so late." I teased. Then blushed when I realized how that could have been interperated. 

"Well, One- we needed to finish that Civil War poster." Vic turned under me so that he was face up and holding around my waist. "Two- whatever we did last night, you started it." he said, poking my stomach wth every word and making me laugh and move to get off of him. "and Three- WE DIDN"T EVEN DO ANYTHING YOU FELL ASLEEP AT ONE." I stopped struggling and made a face at him. 

The poster in question was leaned against my bedside, the materials to make it were strewn about the floor, making it impossible to take a step and not get glitter over your toes. My room was messy, no doubt about that, but the walls were by far the worst. Every blank space was taken up by some random scrap of paper tacked up, each piece of paper with a different song lyric. Even though it looked pretty helpless it had it's own order; the one's I had written down that were actualy in songs on the left of the room, my personal songs written down and tacked up on the right, and ideas for songs near the door. Everything from newspaper corner's to napkin's to math test's were ripped up and taped if they were good enugh to keep. 

I layed on Vic for a few more minutes, letting him run his fingers along my back as I turned to put my head on his chest. The silence was comfortable, but I knew that if we stayed like that we would end up skipping, and we worked way to hard on the project last night to not present it today. So, taking Vic's hand from my side where it had rested for some time, I pulled him up and let him stretch out the sleep before taking him downstairs to make breakfast. 

We both slept in T-shirts and basketball shorts (Knowing that my sister would come check on us when she got back from work). I moved around the kitchen, pulling out eggs and ham from the fridge, a pan from its hook, the cooking oil from the counter, and the green pepper from its bowl. 

"Time for Chef Kellin to cook up some magic." I whirled around while I mixed and fryed, ending with a dramatic flourish when I finished ten mnutes later with a giant plate of scrambled eggs (fixings cooked in). Vic had taken the orange juice and poured himself a glass while watching me make our food, reading the paper he had retrieved from the front lawn after. He looed up and gave a small clap, rolling hs eyes but unable to hold back from my insanely good cooking. 

Picking up the fork I tossed to him (he had almost dropped it while exclaimimg, "It's too early for this, the sun's not even up yet!") and shoveled the egg and ham and pepper into his mouth, sighing at the delightful taste. "My turn!" I said, picking up my own fork, but when I went to stab some Vic blocked my fork with a playful smile on his lips. I could feel my pulse quicken and my lips curve into my own surpresed smile, I'm not letting you win! I went for it again, this time faking one direction then moving around to the other before he could catch on. When he did Vic just knocked it off of my fork and back onto the plate.