Trust // KELLIC

Chapter 21

I walked out of the bathroom the next morning after my shower, shaking my wet hair near Vic who was waiting out in the hallway. He flinched away from the random water droplets and frowned at me.

"It's bad enough you're bullying me by not letting me shower with you, but now you're just plain picking on me." He joked.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said sarcastically and put my hands in my hair, shaking it up a bit to make him wet again "Am I getting water on you?"

"Yes, now stop it, that's annoying." He whined, but he stepped closer to me, grabbing hold of my wrists and pulling them away from hair. He brought them down to his hips and I rested my hands on them.

"I'm not annoying. I'm delightful." I defended myself. He got a little closer to me and I glanced at his lips.

"Yeah you are." He teased. His lips brushed over mine and I closed my eyes before pressing them together. He lightly pushed me against the wall as our little make out session got more intense. If we didn't have to go to his parent's house today then I probably would have taken him back into our room and went further. And with the sudden thought of his parents in my mind, I pushed him away, no longer into the kiss.

"Hurry up, get ready we need to be going soon." I told him. He sighed and nodded.

"Fine, but we're finishing this later, okay?" He asked. I guess he hasn't forgotten about our conversation yesterday.

"Definitely." I said, hiding the nerves in my voice. He smiled and pecked my lips before going off into the bathroom. I went back into our bedroom and continued getting ready. His parents wanted us to come and visit, just something we do every now and again because Vic likes keeping in contact with them, and I guess I do too. They were so nurturing and in a way were like the parents I've always wanted. They were always so nice to me and completely accepting of mine and Vic's lifestyle, not just being gay, but also being in a band and touring a lot of the time. They were so supportive.

I stayed upstairs for a little while just finishing up getting ready. I put my shoes on and grabbed a jacket in case it gets cold, which I doubt because it's Spring now after all. I picked up my wallet and slipped it in the back pocket of my jeans and left the room just as I heard Vic turn the shower off.

I went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen because I was a little thirsty. When I walked in though, Beau was sitting there at the counter eating cereal. He looked up at me and probably noticed me glaring at him. I expected him to roll his eyes or something but instead he gave me a sympathetic look. Great. I could tell from that one look that he knew what happened with Craig and I. It was the same look I had been getting from everyone around here since they found out.

"Who told you?" I sighed. I went further into the kitchen towards the fridge. I opened it and searched for some orange juice.

"Mike. He didn't mean to. He thought I knew." He said. I just nodded, not voicing a response. I walked around him to a cupboard, picked out a glass and refrained from smashing it into Beau's head. Instead I filled it up with the juice. See, I can be civil.

"I'm sorry that happened to you." He said softly, but still in that rugged, manly voice he had. I rolled my eyes and went back over to the fridge.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're so devastated." I said sarcastically. I glanced over at him as I drank the juice. The sincerity in his eyes made me stop what I was doing. Wow, maybe he did mean it.

"I'm being serious. I...I can't imagine...Kellin I'm just so sorry. I feel partly responsible for you running out that night so I..." He stopped speaking and looked away from me. How he was looking while he was speaking was the same expression Vic gave me when he blamed himself a little after I told him about Craig. I hated Beau, I really did, but I guess I'm kind of a softie sometimes so I gave in.