Out Of Control // (KELLIC)

17

"Uh...what?" I asked, a little confused. Did I hear that right?

He pushed himself off of me, looking down in horror. Oh my God, so he did say it. Vic just told me that he loves me and I had probably one of the worst reactions to that statement.

I snorted in laughter.

"Oh my God!" I couldn't help but laugh. It was just the funniest thing to me. Vic? Loves me? Was he high?

His look of horror turned into annoyance as he got off me. He almost slipped over as he stood. I felt bad for laughing, but still, the giggles escaped from my throat. He angrily ripped a towel off the towel rack and wrapped it around his waist then went to leave.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry! Come back!" I pleaded and got up too.

"Fuck you, Kellin!" He yelled at me.

He was so dramatic. I chased him out of the bathroom. He was half way around my room, ready to storm out. I ran over and climbed over my bed, beating him to the door. I slammed it shut and stood in front of it.

"Can you just get out of my way, please?" He asked, calm but firm.

"Um, no. You have to explainin' to do, mister! You love me?" I asked.

Again, the laughter just escaped. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to quieten myself.

"No. I hate you, actually. More now than ever." He snapped.

"What the hell? One second we're fucking, the next you're professing your undying love for me, and now you're mad?" I asked.

"Yes, because you laughed! And I didn't mean to say it. I didn't mean it!" He shouted.

"But you said it. You said 'I love you'." I repeated in a feminine voice while batting my eyelashes.

"Get out of my way, Kellin." He ordered.

"Uh uh, no. We aren't done here." I said.

"Move!" He said angrily.

"No! I wanna talk about your love for me!" I teased.

"I don't love you!" He growled.

"Uh huh, you do. You totally do." I said with a grin.

"Kellin, please..." He said quietly.

"No, admit you meant what you said!" I demanded.

"Fine!" He yelled, "Yes, okay, I'm in love with you and I have been in love with you for the past two years and the only way I could get over it was to move out but now I'm back and I'm still fucking in love with you!"

Wow. That wasn't exactly the confession I was expecting. I didn't realize he loved me like that. I thought he just meant he didn't hate me anymore and that he loved me as a friend but this was entirely new news for me.

"Oh..." Was all I could say.

"Yeah, oh. Now move." He snapped.

He went for the door handle but I stood in front of it, frowning at him. I don't think anyone has ever been in love with me before. I mean, sure, I had fans, sort of, who said they loved me all the time, but they didn't really know me.

"Wait...why didn't you...I mean...you never said anything..." I said in confusion.

"Yeah, because I was eighteen and in love with a fifteen-year-old. I hated myself." He said softly, and I could see in his eyes that he was beating himself up about this, but he shouldn't have been. He sighed, running his fingers through his wet hair.