Hide Behind Trouble - Kellic

11. Kiss Me, Make it Real

December 8th

I woke up to the sounds of cackling grease and the smells of bacon. I wasn't in my normal, bland room. Rather on the familiar brown couch of Vic's living room. A comfy red blanket was wrapped around me, turning me into a borrito. I looked around and saw Vic in the kitchen, wearing a white apron with a bunny cooking sunny side up eggs. I smiled, he was adorable in it, that and his salmon and white striped t shirt.

He continued cooking while I continued to admire his toned body. I knew from the moment I saw him he was a keeper, but now taking the time to look at him, I saw even better parts of him. His strong, tanned arms, the way his hair sat in wavy fashion, almost giving it this silky look. He was so concentrated on the bacon and eggs he was cooking, making him bite the side of his lower lip.

The moment of admiration was ruined though when Vic glanced up at me. His face brightened. "You're awake," he stated. "I called your mom, she said you could stay the night. Come on, I made us breakfast."

Reluctantly, I stepped from my cozy place underneath my blanket and walked to the kitchen. Vic set our eggs and bacon on plates set over the table. I took my seat, a glass of orange juice sitting beside my meal, as Vic sat across from me.

"I saw your notebook," he pointed out. I nodded, encouraging him to elaborate. "What're you using it for?"

"Oh, uh, notes," I said simply, taking a bite from my eggs.

"Really? What kind?" He asked me, a smile tugging at his lips while glanced at me with a playful look.

"What are you trying to imply? Did you read through it?" Fear coursed through me with the idea that he had in fact read through it. But if he had, he wouldn't be smiling. Or maybe he would, because he supported what I wrote. In which case I would truly lose hope in humanity.

"Well, it was just open, and I managed a glance at the beginning- It just looked like, I don't know, a love letter."

I choked on my orange juice, wiping the spat out drink from my chin. "Eugh, no, god, it is not a love letter," I denied.

"Oh? Then what is it?" He asked me, still smiling.

"U-Um, school.. notes," I muttered. Technically it was true, I did write a few school notes, or drew things that ended up as my submitted art projects. But the main use of my notebook was disclosed information, known only to me until it was handed to the people allowed to read its contents.

"Uhuh," Vic nodded, finishing his milk. "In that case, hurry up. I'm taking you somewhere."

I raised my eyebrow, and with my curiosity being too much to bare, I choked down my food and rushed to get my things. "Where are you taking me, Romeo?" I questioned.

Vic snorted and the nickname. "You'll see, Juliet."

I shrugged. "Check yes, Juliet."

"Juliet Simms," Vic muttered.

"Is a phenomenal woman!" I shouted.

"Jesus- Okay then, I don't actually know who she is, I've just heard her name," Vic admitted sheepishly as we got in the car.

My mouth hung agape. "Seriously?" I scoffed, pulling out YouTube on my phone. "In that case, we start with my favorite: End of the World."

Vic chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright then."

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I essentially shoved every Juliet Simms song I could think of down Vic's throat during the car ride to wherever he was taking me that December Saturday morning. By the time we arrived, I switched artists to Mayday Parade, something we could both enjoy, as I'd run out of Juliet Simms songs to play. It was one, and I was starving.