Please Be My New Memories | Kellic

Chapter 1 ~ The Book

YO. So this was my first story and it's complete poop. So read at your own risk of brain damage from how poopy this fic is. enJOY!

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Blood. So much Blood. And it was all mine.

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  I walked into school in the exact same way as every other day, just trying to not be noticed although that was no struggle for me when it came to not bringing attention to my quiet self. I was not at all a loud or hyper person so it was most likely natural that I didn't want people to see me or know that I was in the room. I wanted to just stay at the back of the classroom and not make a sound and yet at the same time, no matter how shy I truly was I would sometimes have the urge to be the one presenting at the front of the class because when I'd see other students have the courage to do so, I'd be filled with jealousy that I didn't have the confidence. Although, I did wonder if they felt as though I did but I just didn't know how to cover my fear in the ways other people did. They could hide it, not to let it show. If only I knew the secrets that would allow me that privilege. 

  I guess that's why the few friends that I had would all agree that if there was one word to describe me it would be complicated. I didn't want people to notice me or hear me in case they became irritated by me or maybe they just wouldn't like me or I'd be in the way. I was always so terrified that if they judged me they wouldn't like what they saw and I'd end up being alone. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this world I feared more than solitude.

  I slowly made my way to my seat shyly smiling at the people I passed who I made the misfortune of making eye contact with, to make sure they knew that I was doing okay and so that they were in a positive mood as well. 

  According to some, people had been worried about me and had been for quite a while. It was more than understandable. 

Wait. 

Rewind. 

  I slowly made my way to my seat smiling at those who I needed to except one, mentally scolding myself for letting myself make even the smallest of eye contact with him at all. 

Kellin. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I wanted to though. I really, really wanted to but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

  The name's Vic Fuentes. Hispanic, gaining the name 'Sexican' from my couple friends. There was a lot to me, one being that I was completely gay. The whole package, rainbows and all. However, a lot of who I was, was a lot that I was certain I could live without but there is one thing that I can't go without and that's Music and Art. OK, make that two things. So that's something else to know about me, I'm not the best at Maths. Never was, never will be. Music and Art are my escapes and if I could escape from reality 24/7 trust me, I would. I pour all of my emotion into my lyrics and drawings so sometimes I get quite cautious about letting people take a look at my Artwork. To be honest, it depends on whose asking as most of the time I'll say no. And my music.. It just means everything to me. Maybe even too much.

"Vic!" It was Jaime, "Vic, Sir is talking to you." He said trying to gain my attention. Well, it worked.

"Sorry, Sir. I promise to participate when the day eventually arrives," I said, sounding a little more sarcastic than I would've liked. I'm seventeen soon to be eighteen and so this is my last year which means there is a leavers assembly where students may perform if they wish to and I wish to. I'll have the opportunity to perform in front of the whole year. There's just a slight problem. I've developed stage fright. I haven't performed since the age of 9 so I'm terrified mainly as my taste in music has changed drastically since then and music is what defines me as a person. It's how someone would get to know me. And who would want to get to know me?

I silently picked up my plain, black bag which had only just dropped onto the floor and secretly pulled out my lyric book. I plan to sing one of my originals but Tony, as much I love him (as a friend), says that they're all depressing but as I said. Music defines me as a person. My thoughts started to stir and made themselves into lyrics and I naturally just wrote them down.

'She sits up high, surrounded by the sun. One millions branches and she loves every one..'

Sir kept speaking and Jaime kept eyeing some girl in our class.

'...Mom and Dad, did you search for me? I've been up here so long I'm going cra-'

"Vic!" I dropped my pen.

'Sorry, Sir I-'

'"No. I'll have that."

"Have what?"

"That. Whatever it is that you're writing in."

My heart stopped.

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So there's a bit of explaining with this story. I've written this before but not as a Fanfic so not Kellin and Vic, the characters were Sebastian and Aome and the story was called 'Feel the Sunrise' so to anyone who has read 'Feel the Sunrise' and thought I had copied it technically I have but it was my story and thought it would be better as Kellic and I only really want to be writing Kellic fanfics anyway. So if you see the name Seb (should be Kellin) or Aome (Vic) it's probably because I missed it and forgot to change their names.

I also know that Vic doesn't have any tattoos but for the purpose of this story he will because it kinda just works with the storyline.

So as I've written this already it was done ages ago and all I've done now is change the words to suit Vic so it's short and not very good but hopefully it'll improve soon.

Thank you for reading ^.^