Impossible Body Type (A Kellic)

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Hey guys! How are you? I hope you're doing good and if not I'm so freaking sorry and I hope it gets better.

So here's a little life update on me if anyone's interested.
Most of you all probably know about my grandmother being sick, well she passed away a month ago today. But I'm okay. I've dealt with it and I've been handling it pretty well. Not gonna lie it was hard there when it first happened. My heart broke in half but I know that whatever place she at now is better than her being in pain. I still cry and I miss her dearly but it's okay. I'm doing okay.

Now on to some more light hearted news. This coming week I go to my College Orientation and I'm low key freaking out. I have no clue what's going to happen and I'm going to be surrounded by a bunch of people I don't know. But I am really excited to start school again and I'm like in love with my college. The community of people there are so accepting of all genders, race, sexuality, and beliefs and they're very like eccentric and kooky in a way 😂 literally their YouTube page posted this small clip about the new chipotle in campus that was freaking hilarious and they have this bobble head that goes on adventures that they make videos about. I'm just exited 😂 and it got me thinking about like what grade you guys were in whether it be high school or college, comment below and tell me that and like one thing you dread/are looking forward to this school year if you want to.

I'm dreading all the freaking new people and new places but I'm also looking forward to studying my favorite thing and meeting new people 😂

Anyway I hope all of you guys are having an amazing summer and thanks for reading, it really means a lot💕. Okay I'll shut up now and let you guys read the chapter!

Also one more thing. Thoughts on all the new twenty one pilots stuff???????

| Kellin's POV |

As soon as I stepped out of the room, someone grabbed my arm and pulled them to me. My instant reaction was to pull away but as soon as I heard Vic's soft chuckle I immediately relaxed. I sent him a playful glare and he smiled.
"How was class?" He asked and started walking back towards my locker.
"O-okay." I nodded and asked him the same, to which he started to ramble about how he was positive his history teacher had gave them the wrong facts regarding whatever it was they were studying.

My hand moved to fiddle with my hair when I realized I still had the piece of paper in my hand. I opened my hand and gave it a quick glance, deciding to just stick it in my pocket, when Vic plucked it from my fingers.
"What's that?"
"N-nothing. Just t-trash." I said quickly not wanting him to open it. I had no clue what was on the inside but if it was anything like the other one he was sure to get mad.

I reached to grab the paper but he was quick to move out of my reach. He unfolded it and I looked to the ground waiting for him to respond in some way.
"Who did this?" He said and I heard him crushing the paper back into a crumbled wad.
"I don't know. W-What did it say?"
"Nothing, I just want to know who gave you this." His fists clenched.
"It was t-thrown at me, t-there was another one too, but I don't know who did it." I told him and reached for the paper again. "Vic let me see."
"It's nothing you need to see." He said, shaking his head. I rolled my eyes and lunged at him, this time successfully grabbing the paper.

I quickly backed away from Vic and unfolded the note. There was a very poorly drawn picture of me, with the words 'faggot','fat', and 'stupid' stemming from the black outline of my head. I found myself ripping the picture in half and throwing it on the ground. I leaned up against my locker and closed my eyes. I don't care that they called me stupid. I didn't even care that they called me a fag. It was the three letter word of my nightmares that had my heart speeding up.

I shouldn't have been surprised. It was bound to happen eventually. I just thought no one had noticed the hippo that walked around the school hallways but apparently I was wrong. I glanced down at myself and my clothes felt too tight. It was suffocating. My hands found their way to collar of my shirt and they latched on tightly. I pulled it, trying to stretch it out, to make room for myself.

"Kells?" I could barely hear Vic as I kept tugging at the fabric. I didn't answer him, which only led to him grabbing at my wrists. He pried my fingers off of my shirt and then brought my arms down to my sides. I fought against him but let's face it he was much stronger than me.
"Kells, hey it's okay. Look at me." He said in a gentle voice. "Come on stop fighting me. What's wrong? Talk to me." I gave him a quick glance and then looked down at myself, at the mess of fat that was me. I felt my face become wet with tears as I let out a broken sob.

"Please Kells, don't cry." I heard Vic whisper as he dropped my wrists to wipe away the fresh tears. I took the chance to wrap my arms around my bulging stomach. My fingers dung into my sides and the tears quickened as I realized that Vic was seeing me like this. He was seeing me cry and he was seeing how much of a mess I was.

Before I could process what was happening I found myself being lifted in the air. I gave Vic a bewildered look and fought against him to put me down, I was way to heavy to be carried, but his grip only tightened as he carried me out of the school and into the parking lot. He placed me back on my feet carefully and I turned away from him.
"What is it? Please just tell me Kells. I hate seeing someone so beautiful cry." He said and turned my face to look at his. As soon as I had processed what he said I shook my head vigorously. I wasn't beautiful. I wasn't even remotely beautiful. I was a disgusting mess. I was a fucking fat, disgusting mess. My sobs got louder and my fingers gripped at my sides harder.

"No. No. No."
"No what Kellin?" I heard Vic say and he placed his hands on my shoulders.
"I-I'm not beautiful. P-please don't s-say t-that."
"What're you talking about? Of course you're beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and whoever wrote that note can go fuck themselves."
"T-they're right Vic." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
"What the hell Kellin? No they aren't. Listen to me please." He begged.
"W-what's there to hear? I-i know I'm a fat piece of s-shit. There's no need to lie to me Vic." I was crying heavily and it was hard to breath. My hands were shaking as they reached for the collar of my shirt again, desperately trying to stretch it out, make it big enough for me to fit into.

I tugged harder only to be stopped my Vic grabbing my hands once again. He said something to me but I couldn't make it out. I shoved him, trying to get away, but he only wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I fought against him again but without any luck.
"Come on Baby calm down." He whispered into my ear as I sobbed loudly on to his chest. I gave up trying to fight him and ended up wrapping my own arms around him. He held me close and didn't say another word. He just held me and as my head laid on his chest, I matched my breathing to his. It calmed me down some and my loud sobs were reduced to silent tears.

I looked up at him and shook my head.
"S-sorry." I said guiltily.
"There's no reason for you to apologize." He said and wiped a few more tears from my face. "Lets get out of here okay Angel?" I simply nodded and he took my hand in his before leading me to his car.