Atelophobia (Kellic)

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"Well," Vic said after the song was over. "I'm sorry for wasting your time with the guitar." He started laughing and I looked at him, my palms still sweating a little. I furrowed my eyebrows at him not quite getting what he was saying.  "If I had known I would have forced you to sing right away. Why didn't you mention it?"

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling my cheeks heating up. I had never sung in front of someone other than my siblings or the showercourtain. And even though I knew my siblings enjoyed it, I didn't think much of it, because, well, if I sang to them it were lullabies most of the time.

"I don't know. I guess I just don't think it's something worth talking about."

"What?" Vic laughed in disbelieve. "You're not being serious right now." My silence made him realize that I, in fact, was serious, causing his smile to disappear. He sat down the guitar and faced me, somehow getting even closer to me than before.

"Let me tell you something. You, Kellin Quinn, have an amazing voice and I am certain that you could actually get somewhere with it. Hell, people would pay money to hear you!"

This time I was the one who laughed in disbelieve and shook my head. "Sure thing. Watch out everybody, I'm the next Justin Bieber!" He rolled his eyes at me.

"Well, maybe not Justin Bieber, I don't think that would suit you, but for real! I am one hundred percent serious, you could start off with some small gigs or something."

I just raised my eyebrows at him, an amused smile on my face. "Okay, let's just say hypothetically that my voice is actually as good as you make it out to be. What am I supposed to do? Just find a stage, get on it and randomly start singing?"

A huge smile formed on Vic's face. "I could always accompany you with the guitar."

I laughed again, still looking into his eyes. "Oh, so you would be like my personal guitarist?"

Vic nodded slowly, his eyes suddenly darting down to my lips. "Exactly." His voice was small, his gaze switching between my eyes and lips and I felt my heart picking up its pace. He started leaning closer, agonizingly slow. My breath got stuck in my throat, my stomach turned and before I could think about what I was doing I started to lean in as well.

At least until a loud voice shrieked through the house. "Victor Vincent Fuentes!" We quickly pulled away from each other just in time for someone to burst through the door.

"¿Qué crees que estás haciendo aq-" The rather small woman had the same big, dark eyes as Vic and long hair, and stopped mid-sentence as her eyes landed on me. "Oh." She furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at Vic, confusion written all over her face.

"Mom, this is Kellin." Vic said quietly, probably just to break the silence again. I tried my very best to form a polite smile on my face but most likely it looked just as awkward as I felt in that moment. She started to nod slowly, letting out a sigh after a while and smiling back.

"It's nice to meet you Kellin." I wanted to respond but I knew that I couldn't trust my voice at that moment and it didn't really matter, because she had already turned back to Vic, raising her eyebrows at him expectantly. "I'm going to make us some lunch and then I want an explanation, comprender?" Vic nodded slowly and she looked between us again, the corners of her mouth twitching lightly before she turned around and closed the door behind her again.

Vic let out a deep breath, looking at his hands, which laid in his lap. "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry." I mumbled, looking everywhere else than at Vic.

What the hell just happened??? How did that happen? It didn't make sense to me at all, I had never thought about him in that way, I never let myself. I thought he was straight for fuck's sake! And even if he wasn't, what was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn't thinking at all. Kissing Vic would have been one of the most stupid things I have ever done in my life. But apparently my brain just decided to turn itself off all of a sudden, thanks a lot.