Locket |kellic; boyxboy|

Mask

(Vic's POV)

My heart ached and stomach fluttered. The way his skin felt on mine. The way it made my whole self and being buzz with excitement when I would run my thumb over the top of his paled hand. Why was he so addictive for me? How come I couldn't go a day without dying to be around him? I had to back off, I had to let him live. He had a girlfriend and a life, and I needed to accept that.

But it was so damn hard to do that. It was beyond difficult when he was dressed so adorably and was always so caring. When we arrived at the small cafe my mother used to take me and Mike on every other Sunday, I smile slightly and release Kellin's bony hand, then run my hand over his shoulder a few times to wake him. "We're here." I mutter, nudging his head with my nose. He hums quietly and sits up.

"Ready?" I ask. He nods and smiles a little, getting out of the car after I put the keys in my pocket. We walk in together and I take him to the table that my brother, mother, and I usually sat in. "This is cute." Kellin smiles slightly. I return the gesture and look at the table, biting the inside of my cheek. I decided not to tell him the history of this table, it was too painful to speak of. We order our drinks, then sit in silence for a while. Was he thinking the same thing I was?

I look up finally to find his large eyes already staring at mine. I blush madly and look around the restaurant to distract myself. Why was I acting like this now? "Um," I say quietly. "Do you know what you want?" He shrugs and picks up a menu, I do the same to try and lure my mind away from the adorable raven-haired boy in front of me. It occurred to me that I was being weird, that I was even being rude, so I tried to calm the fuck down.

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(Kellin's POV)

ThoughI knew I shouldn't, I wanted to ride back home the same way we rode up here, snuggled up to Vic and our hands tangled together. I just wanted to stay like that for life, I never wanted to leave. Maybe it was a bad idea, seeing the effects it's left on me, but the feeling in the pit of my stomach didn't bother to go away with my hunger. I was too buzzed to eat, not from anything alcoholic, but from Victor Fuentes and they way his skin felt on mine.

When we got in the car, I felt myself gritting my teeth in angst. Would he mind? He starts the car and when his hand drops from the key, I reach forward and take it in mine hastily and nervously. I see his cheeks go as red as mine, but a smirk pulls at his lips. I let out a sigh of relief and cut the radio on with my free hand. After a while, my head falls sideways onto his bony shoulder as I relax into the seat, finally less on edge.

"Is your mom home today?" He asks. "She goes in to work at six, why?" I reply quietly. His arm wraps around me so his fingers clutch my side and I grin, closing my eyes momentarily. "Just to see if we could hang out," he begins. "If you don't want--"

"Sure, I want to." I smile, running my thumb over the top of his hand. He was wonderful, every part of him. From his glowing eyes, slightly chapped and full lips, and cute little cheeks, all the way down to his little bird legs. I couldn't find a flaw yet, but even if I ever did, I don't think it would even be visible to me. I pull my eyes off of him finally once I see him shift in his seat, and I look out my window. Don't stare, I'm self conscious.

Jesus, why couldn't I just not like him? Did he know that I practically craved his smile and read over our pointless conversations from three in the morning, in the middle of class? "We're here." He yawns a little then smiles a little at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. I laugh quietly and blush whilst clearing my throat, getting off of his shoulder. "Um," I hum, dragging out the short word. "Thank you for lunch."

"Thank you for coming with, even if you didn't eat anything." He smiles again and my breathing hitches. We both laugh a little but it soon dies down. I bite my lip a little and hurriedly press a kiss to his cheek. "Bye." I say in a rush, cheeks burning and hand clenching with nerves, my other hand shaking against his. His face goes red and I bite my lip in a nervous smile, looking at his expression for any signs of disgust or anger. None were found and I feel relief surge through me. "See you later, Kellin. Text me when she leaves." He squeezes my hand and traces his hand over my knuckles softly before releasing it.

We grin at one another one last time before I get out, knowing he had to leave. If he didn't, Mom might get suspicious and come out to see what's taking me so long. I'm sure she was gossiping on the phone by now. Even though I had broken out of my routine, she had stuck to the same schedule as usual. I wave from the steps and he smiles and does the same in return. Just that sends my teeth into my bottom lip as a giddy feeling breaks out all over me. Claw barks and I jump a little, caught up in other thoughts. I ruffle his silky fur and smile slightly, letting out a long breath.

When I go into the house, I feel uneasy and shaky. Love does that to you, I guess. "How was lunch?" Mom asks from the couch. I raise my eyebrows, tilting my head a little. She wasn't on the phone? Wait, I think. Does that mean she saw Vic? "Okay," I mutter, kicking my shoes off. I place myself on the couch and pull my phone out, going to Vic's messages and reading through them, smile pulling at my mouth. "You go in at six, right, Mom?"

"Yes, why?" She says.

"Can I go to Alan's then? I don't want to be here alone." I cover. "Dad will be home." She offers. I shrug and pick at my nails, feeling like I was being interrogated for some reason. Calm down, I tell myself. She was only telling you, she isn't suspicious. Things are okay. I sigh in relief and look up at her. "I still want to go, I guess." I say. She thinks a minute, then shrugs. "I guess that's fine." I nod and smile, then run up the stairs and enter my overly clean and white room.

I can come over:)

Hopefully, Vic will reply with something like that. What if something came up? I bite the inside of my cheek at the thought and push it away, I know that negative thinking almost always results in negative results. Oh yay :) how'd you manage that? I grin and my cheeks flush, feeling like I'd just won the lottery or something. Told her I was going to Alan's...oops.

No worries, I would've done the same lol. I sigh and flop on my bed, mind buzzing with excitement. He sends a second text; bring movies :p

Right after that, I start preparing for the night ahead. I knew it wasn't as serious as it felt but I was still stressed about it. I'm staying the night with the guy that I'm crazy about and I'm not allowed to show any signs of liking him or wanting him to kiss me. I have a girlfriend. He's just a friend. Im not that into him. Things need to stay the way they are. For half an hour, I mentally repeat these things. The image of his hand clasped with mine flashes through my head. He was just being friendly, helping me forget. God, why couldn't it be more?

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