Body-Swap | kellic

These Things I've Done

And how could I leave this life to another one?

Take back, take back those things that I said

And how could I lose your heart to another one?

Take back, take back those things I've done

{Kellin}

Because it's not a feasible thing to wallow in self-pity for the rest of the day, I got Vic's lazy butt up and took a shower. Actually, no showers, not yet.

Even though we're both dudes it would be too weird. Clothes! I guess clothes are kind of important. The only people who don't appreciate the social custom of clothing are fans at concerts. Every time I play somewhere I feel like I'm missing a shoe or a beanie afterwards.

Looking through the small supply of clothes Vic had brought up here, I figured that black skinny jeans and a plain grey tee with a plaid shirt over it would do the trick. I rolled up the jeans past my ankles. There. I looked perfect.

Now, where does Vic keep his shoes? I checked the back of the closet– bingo! While I was shifting through the pile trying to find matches, I came across an unmarked shoebox.

Being the nosy person I am, I flopped to the carpeted floor and opened the shoebox. Inside was a pair of TOMS. It was the pair I got Vic for his birthday. I smiled a little remembering the look on his face when he opened my present. They were just plain black TOMS but on the heel above the blue and white logo read, "Can't promise that things won't be broken." I knew that If I'm James Dean Then You're Audrey Hepburn was his all time favorite song of mine, so I had a line of the song monogrammed on the shoe.

"What are you doing?"

My head snapped up at the sound of my own voice.

Vic (or should I say me??) snatched the box away from me.

"I was just looking for shoes!" I shot back.

He rolled his eyes, "Stay out of my crap."

"I don't know if you noticed yet, but your crap is my crap now."

We stared each other down, but Vic was winning because he now was the taller one.

{Vic}

I stared down at Kellin the best I could because I was only taller by an inch or two. The height really was an advantage so far.

"How did you get in here?" Kellin asked, hand on hip.

"I've been living here for about a month–there's a key under the doormat."

"No, I meant past the goons you call your band members."

"I told them I wanted to talk to my...friend," I scoffed.

"Oh," he sounded defeated.

We stood in silence for a minute. I eyed the messy bed head that Kellin had failed to do anything with yet.

"How is this even possible?"

"I'm thinking the same thing dude," Kellin whispered.

Something was off. If I had said that and he hadn't known anything about it, he would have blamed whatever this is on me.

My eyes slid over to where he leaned on the wall.

"Kellin..."

The deer in headlights expression he served hit me like a ton of bricks. I started my sentence over, "Kellin...what did you do?"