The Story Of Us ▸▸ Kellic

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My first week of college was definitely... Something. I can't quite tell if I'd label it as memorable, but it was undoubtedly commemorative. I wouldn't forget every ones words and actions any time soon. Since my first semester is six credits instead of eight, my schedule is more flexible. On Monday's and Wedesnday's I have visual communications and photography. Tuesdays and Thursdays I have typeface design and an animation class. On Friday's, since I'm a freshman, the school requires me to take some sort of practicing class so I can work on sculpting and my artwork. To me, it was nothing but a free day. I got to do whatever I wanted in a class full of people just like me. What could be better?

The only class both Vic and I had together seemed to be visual communications which made me happy to a certain extent. Part of me said I should just go with the flow, but in the back of my mind I knew I could never look at Vic without thinking of the polaroid photo of him when the book fell open. I was faced with doom. How did everything get so messed up? Like right now for instance, here I am sitting on my bed reading yet another chapter. I cannot keep my nose out of the book, it's going to destroy my life. Literally.

The past is great and it's nice to go back and clearly be able to remember everything on your time line, but what happens when I read up to now? Will I read the future, or more importantly; The end? I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Right now I was on the third year of school. The print was very small, so I had to squint to even visibly see the words written on the page. I also got headaches after reading short amounts from the stress of trying to read the words. When I finished the chapter, I put the book away before dragging myself from my room and to the kitchen. I was tired and grumpy because last night I didn't sleep very good.

Tony was already awake and was eating cereal at the counter when I started to get my breakfast. "Morning." He spoke with no sounds of agitation in his words. How can people so friendly in the morning?

"Mornin'" I mumbled as a reply before sitting down next to him. We ate in silence until there was a knock on our door. I groaned before going to the door and unlocking it.

"What do you want?" I said before looking at the person. Mike chuckled.

"Good morning to you too, grumpy." Mike stepped inside, revealing none other than Vic standing in the door way. My cheeks heated up. I looked like a mess right now. Wait, why did it even matter? 

"Hey." He said to me, initiating a conversation that I would prefer not to be in right this moment.

"H-Hi." I replied quickly. "Come in." I added on, aware that he was waiting for an invitation that I couldn't deny. But oh how badly I wanted to slam the door in his face.

"Thanks." Vic came inside as I shut the door. Hastily, I walked past him and went to my bedroom before locking the door. I sighed in relief. I'd have to face him again, but not right now. He saw me at my worst, and I don't why that had an impact on me, but it was really bothering me. Any other time would've been slightly better.

I got dressed after calming down a bit. The situation wasn't that bad in a past perspective. I slipped into some casual and comfortable clothes before sneaking out of my room to the bathroom where I combed my hair and tried my best to look half heartily decent. I then went back to my bedroom where I pulled out a book and settled on my bed, ready to get lost in my thoughts.

I hadn't read the book, but it sure did look interesting. The authors words obviously held deep meaning, deeper than any book could explain. That's what's great about stories and music. There's a meaning, there's a meaning to you, and there's a deeper meaning to the creator. It's just the way it works. Almost anyone can relate to any song out there. Maybe I'm getting too metaphorical about it, but that's just my opinion on it.

The first five chapters had me absorbed in the book which distracted me from the urge of playing music. But the moment of the story was obliterated when there was a knock on my door. It then opened and there stood Vic.

"O-Oh... Hey." I said slowly.

"Hi, sorry to barge in. I just didn't know what to talk about so... Yeah." I didn't know how to respond to that.

"I'm sorry Vic, but there's a book that says you're going to become my boyfriend and that really bugs me. Don't get me wrong you're attractive and nice enough, but I feel as if this book has to be made up or wrong and I cannot let you hang out with me or befriend me because I swear the second I do I'll prove myself wrong and the book right. So please, leave."

"Come in." I said instead of my long speech. God would he think I was crazy if I said that to him. Maybe if he thought I was crazy he'd leave me alone though. Whatever, it was too late. I watched as Vic shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed. His eyes drifted to the book lying face down on the bed.

"So you like reading?" He questioned me, still looking at the artwork on the front of the cover. I nodded when he looked back up. "Me too, it's like you can get out of this world for just a few moments, you know? Like, I don't feel obligated to do anything, I feel like I'm a bystander and don't actually have to control my life in the moment. Then that fantasy drifts back into reality and you have a good grip on what you have to do. It makes your day or breaks it." Vic explained, but in all honesty I wasn't paying very much attention. I was admiring his words of course, but another side of me was despising his existence. In this room I mean. I couldn't wish someone so nice off of this world. Vic Fuentes had a reason to be here.

"Yeah..." Was all I could spit out as a reasonable answer. Vic smiled at me.

"So what's this book about?" I gulped, realizing I was going to have to expand my vocabulary for this one. 

"Um, well I'm not fully aware because I just started reading it, but it's a book about a man who seems to be infatuated on nothing but himself, yet he dislikes himself on the inside. It's basically about the struggle within." I explained softly, picking up the book to examine.

"Sounds sad." Vic replied after a long gap of silence. "Are you sad?" That question took me back. Was I sad? No, not really. I mean we all have those days, but it was nothing serious.

"No." I retaliated, slouching down on the bed sufficiently.

"Oh." Was all he said before looking around the room. I watched Vic intently as his eyes raked all of my belongings before he looked back at me and smiled timidly. "Sorry... I'm a really curious person."

"It's fine, I am too." I tried my best to be polite and even managed to smile at him. Who knows if it was forced though or not. It didn't feel that way, I'm not sure. My plan wasn't working. I was befriending him.

"So how was your first week?" He asked.

"Fine." I mumbled, and I could tell my unenthusiastic answer confused him.

"Doesn't sound like it was fine." He continued, which agitating me a little.

"No, it was fine." I repeated slower. Vic sighed before getting up off of the bed.

"Okay I see the problem. You don't want to hang out with me." I knew eventually Vic would get it, but damn did I totally miss how bad I felt about my attitude now. "Why didn't you just say so?" He asked, but Vic wasn't waiting for an answer. Right after, Vic exited my room, shutting the door softly behind him. Guilt pounded against my chest.

I felt guilty I treated him cruelly, but why? Why did I care so much? He was just another person I didn't need in my life. 

Or at least I thought so.

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