Quinnsack- Stay
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"Papa, I really don't think going to that convention is the best idea. There's a snow storm coming in, and it looks like if you leave tonight you're going to have to face it head on." Papa had a horrible habit of getting lost, let alone in the middle of a snow storm.
"Don't worry, My Boy. I've traveled my way through worse things than a snow storm. Now, stop being a worry-wart and help me hitch the wagon onto the buggy." His father said, his breath turning to vapor in the cold winter air.
Kellin opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it and helped him. Kellin knew that once his father had his head set on something, he was impossible to be persuaded. They managed to hitch the wagon in a matter of about fifteen minutes. Kellin was ready to cry when he saw his father climb onto the driver's seat. He was all but convinced that this would be the last time that he ever saw him. He managed to utter out a choked, "Be careful, Papa." to which he replied an, "I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." that Kellin couldn't believe.
A short while after his father's departure, Kellin put on his heavy overcoat and set off with some overdue books across town to the library. Much to his disappointment, there leaning against the wall next to the library door was Ronnie Radke, the town's local hero. He's "protected" the town from monsters for years. Everyone also seemed to think that he's major eye-candy as well. Every one, with the exception of Kellin.
The whole town worshiped Ronnie, and he constantly had most of the girls, and some of the guys in town throwing themselves at him, but the only person that Ronnie wanted was Kellin. He was always trying to get himself into Kellin's pants, much to Kellin's extreme annoyance.
Kellin just rolled his eyes and brushed past him and into the library, Ronnie soon trailing behind him.
"Whatcha doing, babe?" Ronnie asked. Kellin did not answer. Instead, he walked over to the library counter and placed his books on the spot designated for returns.
"Maybe you didn't hear me. I asked what you were doing." Ronnie added.
"Oh, I heard you just fine. I just have more important things to do than to listen to your pathetic flirting." Kellin snapped, walking past him and out of the library door, toward home.
"My flirting is pathetic? Really? I can make every single girl in this town swoon at my feet with a single glance. That's not fucking pathetic." Ronnie says, catching up to Kellin.
"Well good for you, but I'm not one of your dumbass groupies. But you're right about one thing, your flirting isn't pathetic. What is pathetic is that you think that everyone's in love with you. That's not even close to accurate. I'm not in love with you. Everyone else may be, but not me. I don't even like you. I can't remember a single point in time when I did like you. Just give up." Kellin says, clearly pissed off.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart. You need to stop lying to yourself and realise that you're only being mean because you secretly want me." Ronnie smirks suggestively, stepping closer to Kellin.
"Don't you get it? I'm not your babe, or your sweetheart, or anything fucking like that! I DON'T LIKE YOUR ATTITUDE, I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE, I DON'T LIKE YOUR EGO, I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE AIR THAT YOU BREATHE! GET OUT OF MY FACE." Kellin screams, vapor leaking from his angrily flared nostrils, making him resemble a fire-breathing dragon.
"We'll see." Ronnie says as he saunters off in the other direction.
Kellin isn't usually this hostile. Egotistical Douche-bags just aren't his cup of tea.
