Hurt (Kellic) ON HOLD

Unaccepted

your words are venom yet you smile anyways

(Vic's POV)

Kellin stumbles behind me, trying to catch up to me.

I giggle at him over my shoulder as he huffs playfully and limps after me.

I slow down, remembering he recently got the shit beat out of him, and I am filled with relief seeing he doesn't look hurt.

He playfully smacks me and I laugh, a weird feeling erupting in my chest.

"Your hands are soft."

"You said that earlier." He giggles, eyes rolling. "And they aren't even soft."

He flips his hands over so I can see the road rash on them from when Daniel kicked him to the ground the day before. I'm instantly saddened, but not wanting to drop the mood I push that feeling aside.

"Whatever, I stand by my claim."

We continued walking, past my house and towards the park.

"Where are we going?" He asked, a smile etched into his face. I took a second to admire him, it wasn't every day you saw such an attractive dude smile.

"I don't know, maybe the park?"

"This is perfect!" He all but screams, pulling his phone out and starting to scroll and tap, searching for something. "Now we definitely need to go on the swings!"

"Why is that?" I ask, curious of what he could be looking for.

I watch him as he looks through his phone, smiling at the way his eyes are alight with excitement and how his toe is tapping happily against the concrete of this quiet street.

He quickly holds up his phone and shows me his screen which is selected on a playlist called 'it's chilly but we are on the swings and it feels weirdly melancholy'.

"What kind of playlist is this?" I laugh, taking his phone and scrolling through the songs.

"The best kind of playlist, you need to make them for every mood!" He protests, taking his phone and pressing shuffle.

I bite my lip, as he begins walking away from me towards the swings. He seems like such a hipster in this moment, but it's quite endearing. But when I get on the swings and we begin swaying slowly next to each other, it strangely feels like the music and I have become one, like it's rattling through my bones.

"This is like I'm in a movie." I admit, motioning for him to show me his phone. "Like some indie movie about how much life sucks."

Losing my religion by R.E.M. was playing from his phone. He smiles, lips chapped and his teeth poking through. His smile is contagious and for no other reason than that I find myself doing the same.

"Funny." He replies, playing with a loose string on his jeans. "I just like the feeling of being in a movie, it makes things seem less serious."

He pauses and I swear I just saw the real Kellin. Relaxed an honest, but as soon as he shows up, in an instant he's gone. Like water dripping through my hands, I can't keep hold of it for long.