Sometimes You Don't Want to Be Okay - Kellic

Plastic Promises

Vic's POV

I broke a promise.

Mike was likely to find out eventually. That's why I had to hide all evidence.

I could run away, and no one would ever know.

No, why do that over some little promise I broke? My mind overreacts, too scared to face my problems. So I run to the easiest solution that most likely isn't worth it.

I stared at my arms and sighed.

Maybe just.. one.. more?

I shook my head, no. No, I won't.. even if it's so hard to resist. I'd already done three. Why not four..

I was interrupted by a call.

"Hello?" I asked, not trying to mask the sleep in my voice.

"Vic?" God, Kellin never gave up.

"Mhm?"

"Can I come over?" He asked.

"You don't even know where I live-"

"Mike told me, I'm at your door now." On cue, a knock was heard at my door.

"Holy shit!" I dropped my phone and rushed to pack my things, hiding them under my bed and rolling up my sleeves and pulling down my pants legs.

"What do you want?" I asked when I opened the door.

"To see you! Come on, we're going out." Before I could resist, Kellin was grabbing my hand and dragging me along.

God damn it Kellin, please, not now. I'm far from in the mood. I might break if I have to do much more than breathe.

"We're going to my place and having a movie night. With ice cream and popcorn and snacks!" He said all too cheerfully.

I groaned. "I don't wanna-"

"No pessimism!" Kellin rudely interrupted. "You're coming over and we're gonna watch a movie!"

"What.. what movie?" I asked. If I was gonna be forced through this, I at least should know what I'm gonna watch. And hopefully something I can deal with.

"The Maze Runner!"

I coughed. "No, no. The books, I appreciate, the movies? They're shit compared to the books. I mean, look at Chuck! His death meant almost nothing because they didn't showcase him enough to be relevant and be a funny, cute character to the audience! And-" I stopped when I noticed Kellin staring at me with a smile. Fuck, I'd been rambling. "F-Fuck, I'm sorry. I just.. I read the books first.. and I'm biased."

Kellin giggled. "Its fine! It's cute." We continued on for a second, and I thought.

It's cute.

It's cute.

It's cute.

"If you really despise the movies that much, we can watch something else," Kellin offered.

"No, no, the movies are okay. I just have a lot of problems with them," I assured him.

"Okay.. but what do you wanna watch?"

I thought a moment. "I finished The Stand and The Green Mile recently, I'd like to watch those."

Kellin pouted. "But that's Stephen King, and he's scary!"

"He's a genius, thank you very much-and a very talented author." I put my hand to my heart, clearly offended. Stephen King had always been a favorite author of mine, James Dashner as well.