Transparent [Kellic]

13. The Card

Vic's p.o.v:

Driving home with the biggest smile on my face, I let out a sigh of satisfaction when I finally make it into the drive way.

This night had turned out better than I could have ever hoped, and holy fuck I don't think I've ever been this happy before. What was supposed to be two friends hanging out and avoiding a homophobic dad turned into a cute little date and the guy I have a crush on kissing me.

God, I can't stop thinking about that kiss! It felt the way people in cliché romance movies kiss. It was fucking amazing!

Happily walking into my oddly quiet house, I slowly walk up the stairs, surprised that muffled music isn't coming from my brothers room considering that mom and dad aren't home.

Moving to open my bedroom door, I take a step back before my hand reaches the knob. Curious as to why Mike is so quiet when he's the loudest person I've ever met. I turn slightly to knock on his door to the left of me.

No response.

I slowly open his door, noticing it's unlocked, which is weird all by itself because Mike always has it locked seeing as how he has a snoopy ass big brother. The weirdest part was that he wasn't even in his room. His bed unmade as always, half completed homework sitting on the desk against the wall, and messy and dirty clothes littering the ground.

He must be out on a snack run or something?

Shrugging my shoulders dismissively, I close the door behind me quietly, turning back to my own bedroom door and opening it.

"What the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I shout, shocked at the scene in front of me. Let's just say that I found my brother...and the huge mess he had created in my room.

He looks up at me from his spot at the end of my bed, his features soft as he look at me with his mouth slightly open. "...you kept it." He mumbles.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, annoyance very clear in my voice.

He reaches behind him and pulls out a card. Not just any card though, his card. The one he had given me when I came out to our parents. The one I had tapped to the mirror on my dresser.

He holds it in his hands as he looks down at the ground with an almost confused looking expression resting on his face. "The card...you- you kept it." He states quietly, looking back up at me.

Sighing, I walk over to him and take the card out of his hand without any resistance, which is surprising for my brother.

I turn my back to him as I put it back in it's original place on the mirror where he had taken it off. The tape had little bits and pieces of paper stuck to it from the card, but it doesn't matter that much, there was nothing written on the back anyway.

"Are you going to make fun of me now?" I ask, my back facing him.

Through the reflection of the mirror I could see his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Why would I?"

Turning around quickly I give him a weird look. "I don't know. You make fun of everything I do, why should this be an exception?"

He sighs quietly to himself and an awkward silence hangs in the air.

"Why did you keep it?" He asks suddenly.

"...Because it was the only time you've ever said that you're proud of me." I tell him slowly and awkwardly, looking everywhere except him.

"That can't be right."

"Oh, but it is though!"

"That's why you've kept it for so long?" He asks, shock still clear in his voice. I don't understand why he's having such a hard time believing that I kept it. Why wouldn't I? It's pretty rare when Mike does nice gestures for me, so I tend to hold on to them when he does.