Sometimes You Don't Want to Be Okay - Kellic

Walls

My uncle posted that picture tagging my mom and saying, "if *Mom's name* ever goes missing

Kellin's POV

I was a bit worried for Vic, but Justin had just texted me.

'I'm horny, you?'

'Bored.'

'Wanna come over? Be friendly and all'

'You're terrible at hinting at sex. But sure, I guess'

I was still in my car, just leaving the apartment building, so I headed straight to Justin's.

"Hey baby," he whispered when I arrived.

"Calling me baby?"

He laughed, leaning in and biting my neck before pulling me in the house. It would be a long night..

~ UwU ~

I woke up with a groan. My everywhere was sore, but my ass especially. It was then I remembered the night previously. Scanning my body I saw all the hickeys Justin had left.

I heard a soft whine and looked to see Justin sleeping with a pout.

Aww.

I got up in search for my clothes, which had been thrown across the room. My shirt was all the way in the living room. I guess we had gotten a little needy..

Once fully dressed, I found my phone on the table. Three texts from an unknown number..

'Hiiiija'

'Fuck. Didn't mean to text you'

'This is Vic, by the way'

I giggled at his texts. Had he been drunk? Or meant to text someone else.

'Hey Vic.'

I put my phone in my pocket and walked to my car, leaving a note that I'd left for Justin. By then I received a text back.

'Shit, I thought I'd get away with accidentally texting you. Just delete my number, wasn't intended. Sorry to bother'

'No, you aren't a bother at all!'

'Ehhh sure, okay.'

'What are you doing today?'

'Staying in.'

'We have school'

'I don't have any classes Wednesdays.'

'Lucky'

'Eh.'

'Well in that case, meet me at the café again, 3:30'

'Ughhhh, no.'

'Too bad. I'll tell Jaime you're being introverted.'

'He knows more than anyone how introverted I am.'

'And care even more on the subject of you leaving your house.'

'Fine. 3:30'

I met Vic at 3:30. He was wearing a maroon beanie, the one he wore at the party where we met, a long sleeved V-neck and some jeans. He looked like shit.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Wonderful," he responded. His voice sounded raspy, worn out. Like he'd been crying or screaming.

I frowned. "Come on, tell me what happened."

"At what time? A lot of things have happened, I was born, I breathed, I walked, I hit another boy at recess for trying to steal my brothers ice cream," Vic asked sarcastically.

"Aw, you did that for your brother?"

Vic shrugged. "Yeah. And I bought the ice cream, not like I'd let a brat put it to waste."

I smiled, then shook my head. "We're getting off topic. What happened before you came here?"

He shrugged again. "I slept."

I sighed. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, whatever." I searched for something else to talk about. "So, your brother. What's his name?"

"Mike."

"Oh, tall, lots of tattoos?" I asked.

Vic nodded. "That's him."

"Yeah. I know him. My friend Tony's head over heels with him, but won't admit it."

He laughed, it was cute. I don't think I'd ever seen him smile yet; I liked it.

"Yeah, Mike clearly likes him too. They're adorable together, not gonna lie."

"Do you have anyone you're dating?" I asked. I had such interest in the question, like if he said no I'd want to change it. I'd want to be the person that made him say yes. But I'm Kellin Quinn. I don't do relationships. I do quickies, flings, one night stands, not relationships.

Vic shook his head. "Single. Single since high school."

"Oh, yeah. Relationships are too messy for me."

"Totally. If you're with a good person, they care so much, too much. It's almost overwhelming. It messes with everything. But if you're in a bad relationship, well, it's a bad relationship; whether they're possessive, physically and/or verbally abusive, just toxic, or all of the above." He spoke as if he knew from experience; on both sides.

But I didn't get it. Caring too much? Messing with things?

"What.. things could it mess with? If it's a good relationship?" I asked.

"Lots of things, important things." Vic shrugged. "Habits, maybe."

Fuck. He was being vague, but still throwing out clues. Depending on the person you are, you could figure it out. And if he meant what I thought.. Vic..

"What.. relationships have you been in?"

"Three. None of them ended well." He said it so casually, like it didn't matter. Maybe it didn't, in his mind.

"What happened?"

"One was.. The second k- The.. the um, third, he-"

"Its okay if you don't feel comfortable talking about it," I assured him. He nodded gratefully.

"I gotta go; see you later?"

I nodded. "I'll text you."

"Bye."