Can You Love Me Just A Little Bit More?((Kellic))

Chapter 12- How The Hell Did You Ever Pick Me?

(Kellin's POV)

I knew I was asleep. I'm in the darkness... I passed put from the pain. Yes, it was fucking painful. Vic pushed me away, he pushed away my love! But who am I to deny his anger? I lied and kept secrets, it's my fault.

All I can do is dream...

Remember the days when I was happy...

It feels just like yesterday-

(Start of Remembering Flashback)

"Jesse you jackass" I called out.

"Kellin, my friends going to give me a ride! Do you wanna join?" Jesse called out in the distance. With my young mentality, I obviously said yes. But I knew Jesse was just inviting me for sex, anything was better than home.

A car then appeared and pulled over to our side. Jesse opened the door and told me to get in.

"Hey Vic, this is Kellin," Jesse introduced. I waved not paying much attention. But I turned my head to see a drop dead gorgeous man. What did Jesse say his name was? Fuck! It would be embarrassing to ask again!

And that night he was on my mind but I was fast to forget! I spent the night getting fucked by Jesse, but what did I care. My parents wouldn't are either, so I didn't care!

Time passed and I never asked about the guy who gave us a ride. I forgot the beauty and sound of his voice while he drove and talked with Jesse. I forgot how he glanced every couple seconds to look into my deep watery eyes. That slowly dampened with tears of pain that I hid with a cold smile.

So, time flew by... As a rebel 16 year old. I found myself partying all the time and the bottle haut never left my hand.

Then one day I found myself at a cafe. I entered and looked at the warm surroundings. It was cute...

I walked up to the counter. Then someone appeared. His name tag read Tony.

"Hello sir Tony, what's the best thing in this menu for the terrible problem of the hangover," I asked. He chuckled and said black coffee. I said I would take it. So I paid and sat down.

It was horrible having a hangover and your patience wasn't the fucking best.

"Here's your coffee," Hold up! This wasn't sir Tony's voice. I looked up- it was the guy. His response was the same. We were both filled with surprise. I smile and waved.

He was then startled by my movements. I chuckled.

He blushed and walked away. Shit. I still didn't see his name.

I looked around but he never came back, so I left with the horrible horrible horrible black coffee. Not that the cafe was bad, it's just so fucking bitter. I love sweet things and that bitter coffee had ruined my morning. But that man, sweetened my afternoon.

Days passed by and I always went to the cafe. I learned his schedule and name! Vic...Fuentes was it?