Sometimes You Don't Want to Be Okay - Kellic

Summertime

Vic's POV

I woke up, god knew when, to Kellin's light snores. I was curled up by his side, my head resting on his chest. Part of me wanted to gag and rush off, the other found his embrace too warm to resist.

"Mm," I mumbled, snuggling my head under his arm and closing my eyes.

"Vic?" Kellin whispered, sleep in his voice.

"Did I wake you?" I asked, not looking up from my spot.

He chuckled. "No. You're so cute, did we fall asleep like this?"

I shrugged. "I guess; I fell asleep before you."

"Come on, we gotta go shopping."

"For what?" I whined as he got up and the cold of morning hit me. "Its Saturday, I wanna sleep in."

"Food, you dumbass. I'm making a healthy breakfast," Kellin explained.

"Ramen and strawberries are healthy!"

"Strawberries are healthy, instant ramen, not so much. And we had that for dinner last night, we need variety."

"What about poptarts? I have those too?" I still refused to get up, moving to Kellin's empty side of the bed that still held a bit of warmth from his body laying on it, and pulled the blankets over me.

"Those aren't healthy either, especially every morning, come on." He grabbed my hand and yoinked me out of bed.

"Fuck!" I screamed, hitting the floor. "Owie.." I rubbed the back of my head with a pout.

Kellin snorted. "Come on, princess, get up."

I grimaced. "Princess?"

Kellin rolled his eyes. "Lets just go." He got his keys and led me out the door and to his car. I snatched my phone and ear buds, plugging them in on our way.

"You're just gonna straight up ignore me with your music?" Kellin asked as he started his car.

"Yep." I closed my eyes and rested my head against the window.

Where did all of the good people go? They hide behind the bars on windows, in hopes they can forget we're close tryna get some of what they got.

'Cause I used to believe in justice. A place where there was better judgement. But now I'm feeling so disgusted by the "have its" and the "have nots".

Get back, put your hands up, kinda messed up, but it's tough luck. And I'm sorry but I don't feel bad for you. 'Cause I know if you could switch this you'd be dishing out the same shit, saying "sorry but I don't feel bad".

Now I know, there's no one I can trust. I used to think there was; tell me that I cutthroat, I think you got your eyes closed. Feel the fear, and swallow back the tears. Let weakness disappear. There's nobody but me here, the killer in the mirror.

"Vic!" I opened my eyes to a hand snapping in front of my face.

"Ehh!" I pushed it away and looked to Kellin, taking my ear bud out, "Yeah?"

"We're here."

I looked over and saw the grocery store. "Oh.."

I got out of the car and followed Kellin into the store. I didn't pay much attention, just listened to music and made sure I hadn't lost Kellin. By the time he was finished, I searched for my wallet.

"Uh, how much is it?" I asked.

"You don't have to pay," Kellin said, "I brought my own money."

I shook my head. "You shouldn't have to-"