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

"Ugh, I Can't Even?!"

**********hOLY SHIT GUYS! So ever so graciously, ReleaseTheBarakat made me a cover. I NEED YOU GUYS TO GO CHECK OUT "Teenage Burnout", THAT STORY IS MY CRACK. MY HEROIN. IT IS LITERAL PERFECTION. No but seriously, I had to return the favor of giving her credit for creating this wonderful cover for me. Thank you honeybunch c:******************

Took me long enough to update this bad boy, I hope this is enough to fill your Kellic needs, and a litle bit of drama to spice up this story early on.

Hope you enjoy this update, Lovelies <3.

Trying to fathom what could possibly be the only thing that doesn't add up in my life, I swallowed the horrendously, dry lump in my throat.

"Oh whatever do you mean, Kellin?" I spoke sarcastically. I felt like Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S, seeing as how I just used sarcasm as a defense mechanism.

"Ya know, you are staring at me like I have an immaculate penis constructed ever so eloquently on my entire face.. But then again, it might just be because I'm flawless," Kellin had ever so arrogantly said to me. Well shit, I didn't want to make him cocky.

"Listen, you little shit. I don't know who you think you are but you don’t need to be a cocky dickwad to me. I may be nothing to everyone in this building, but I will NOT be tormented by the new kid. Now go get arrested or something,” I spoke so freely sassy to him. That’s new.

He looked at me like how a puppy would look at it’s owner for getting scolded. His cocky smile only a distant expression that was held on his porcelain face. I kind of felt bad, but then again Mike told me I shouldn’t take shit from other people.

Kellin turned away from me and leaned back in his chair, his cocky smirk soon returning when the girls started fawning over him. Typical bullshit, ‘let’s fuck with the weird kid in class, so we can get popular” stereotype. Who would’ve thought I would create a character I hated.  And as I seem to forget that I have the powers of Chuck in Supernatural, I can probably write how I want my story to go. Tonight I must create a new character, someone who isn’t a jerk. Someone who is actually quite nice to me. Someone who is a dream.

~Later That Day~

As soon as I arrived at our humble abode, it came to my attention that once again my parents were in a rush to leave. Father’s suitcases were already by the door and Mother was hurriedly eating a sandwich. As I walked into the kitchen, Mama gave me a kiss on my cheek and said goodbye and by the time I was going to greet Papa, he was out the door as well.

“Well I guess I have the house to myself on this glorious Thursday evening,” I sighed as I walked up the staircase to my room. I’ve never noticed it till now but my parents aren’t home a lot to decorate the house. Our home isn’t very homey, I mean we get what we want and get away with pretty much everything, but it’s not home. You know those 1950’s ad’s that show the perfect families that are sitting at a full table of food at dinner and they're all smiling, I wish we had that. But then again knowing my introvert-self I’d probably still complain about their over exceeding presence. I guess that’s what happens when you’re Avoidant and Dependent with people.

Once I walked down this incredibly long hallway, I sat directly on my bed. Neglecting to realize until now that I forgot my backpack in my car. Oh well, guess I won’t be doing tonight’s Geometry homework. I grabbed my laptop from the foot of my bed and sat criss cross applesauce. Shh, don’t judge me. I got online and went directly to my Google Drive, all of my precious fics are saved on to here.

I opened up a new document and began typing away my story. It was your typical boy meets boy fanfiction. Sad and lonely boy falls in love with popular boy, mind you the popular boy isn’t gay, but slowly figures out that he is gay. Now I don’t think I’m going to go with the classic happily ever after ending, but I might make them break up because of a psycho ex-girlfriend and make it so that they can fall in love again in book two. Classic