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Chocolate/Secret Admirer (Kellic)

Anonymous asked: Hello could you do a (kellic) (39) secret admirer and (1) chocolate pretty please?

1. chocolate; 39. secret admirer

“God, Vic. Could you be any more obvious?”

Mike’s voice snaps me out of my daze. “Uh, what?”

He nods across the cafeteria at the table where Kellin is sitting with the rest of the popular kids. “You’re staring at him. Again.”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up. I was just spacing out.”

“Yeah, spacing out because you were staring at him.”

My face starts to heat up. “Okay, maybe I was. So what?”

“So just ask him out already.”

I bite my lip, my gaze automatically shifting back to Kellin. “It’s not that easy. He’d never say yes.”

“Well, do something. This is torture. Have you not noticed the way he looks at you? He’s got a thing for you.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say slowly, a plan already forming in my mind. I’ve been wanting to talk to Kellin for a long time now, but I’m terrified of what he’ll say. Maybe it’s not hopeless, though. Maybe…

—

This was a bad idea. This was a very, very bad idea.

It’s the day after that conversation between me and Mike. It’s almost time for dismissal, and about five minutes ago, Mike helped me break into Kellin’s locker and slip a note inside, a note that reads:

Kellin,

Hi.

I’ve got something to give you. Meet me in the fuckin’ pit.

(…I’m kidding. Try the supply closet next to Mr. Moyer’s room.)

—your secret admirer

P.S. I swear I’m not this cheesy or awkward in real life.

I’m not sure what effect it’s going to have on him, but after writing and rewriting the damn thing six times, it’s the best I’ve got. Now I’m in the supply closet, waiting for the dismissal bell to ring, with a box of chocolates in my hands.

Yep, chocolates.

Specifically, chocolates with peanut butter in the center. It might be cheesy, but he won’t be able to resist.

The bell rings, and about twenty seconds later, I get a text from Mike:

He saw the note. Be prepared. Godspeed.

I barely have time to react before the door opens and Kellin pops in, closing it behind him. “Vic?”

I do a little wave. “Um…hi, Kellin.”

Fuck. It’s the moment of truth.

I hold out the box of chocolates, which he takes from my hands and examines. He bites his lip. “Vic…”

Oh, God. He’s going to reject me. I knew this was a terrible idea—

“I’m allergic to peanut butter.”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

Suddenly, he brightens up a bit. “But,” he says, “that was cute anyways. You get points for that.” Then he leans forward and pecks me on the lips.

Whoa.

It’s quick, but I can already tell that he’s a good kisser. “I—what—I, um…” I stammer.

Kellin just shoots me his killer smile. “Maybe we could go out sometime.”