He's My Favorite Character (Kellic A.U.)

Unexpected Greetings

As I sat on my bed writing yet another chapter to a piece of shit story I was never going to publish online, I sat there quite confused on whether or not I should add in a sex-driven character to my story. I mean I am, Vic Fuentes, high school senior and more importantly the most bullied kid in all of Mission Bay High. Let’s just say, I wasn’t a ladies-man, I was actually really flamboyant, and well gay. So the familiar concept of sex in all of it’s glory for others, is quite foreign to me.

 

This story I was writing was nothing as to how I would portray myself in the real world, anxiety and a terrible case of being socially awkward will do that to you. Hmm, maybe he can be this beautifully gorgeous man, kind of my height or maybe slightly taller. He’ll have ebony colored hair that delicately frames his face, not to fit but lean. In this particular scene he’s wearing a black tanktop, with a red flannel shirt and the sleeves rolled up. His chest tattoo showing off, and he has a bit of a glisten to him as if he was caught in the rain. He’ll be wearing black skinny jeans with all black TOMS. Obviously he’s going to be gay, but not that he basically screams “ I’m a fucking homosexual” but tough guy gay, with a bad reputation. Oh, yes this is like my dream guy.

 

As I was typing my story I could smell the euphoric scents of marijuana and feel the bass of my taller, yet younger brothers music. I love my brother dearly, but the actions of Michael Fuentes can be a bit of a handful sometimes. He’s kind of lucky that Mama and Papa are out today, because well he’d be screwed if they were home. I got up from my cozy spot on my large bed and walked out of my room into the smoke filled hallway. He’s so going to get it. I walked into my Mike’s room slightly aggravated and mostly pretending to be upset because I got a kick out of how paranoid he gets.

 

“Mike! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” I yelled over the music that was blasting, I think it was “Paranoid” by Ty Dolla $ign (A/N: That’s an actual song and artist), but I wasn’t completely sure.

 

“HOLY SHIT VIC! You scared me to fucking death. I thought you were Mama,” my brother let out exasperatedly.

 

I let out a soft chuckle as I took a cigarette from my brothers delicate Marlboro Red’s box. I snatched his lighter and I let my body fall onto his bed.

 

“What up, Vic? One of your chapters not going the way you planned?”

 

“Nope, not even close. I’m just stressed because I’m already a fucking senior and you’ve probably experienced more than I have in the teenage hormones department,” I let out quietly.

 

“I know that but you don’t put yourself out there. You need to show the world that you shouldn’t be fucked with and stop letting the super seniors in our school from beating the shit out of you. You just need to stick up for yourself and not give a fuck about what other people say about you,” Mike spoke to me in an upbeat, peppy voice.

 

“I’m trying, Mike. I really am,” I told him.

 

We just laid there in silence as I continued to smoke a cigarette. I’m surprised our parents aren’t home, but as soon as I thought about their absence, my iPhone started to ring.