Locket |kellic; boyxboy|

Stalling

(A/N AT THE END GUYS..)

(Kellin's POV)

When Vic called, I felt like my heart would burst from my chest. Even if I hated being on the phone, he was different, the situation was different, everything was so different right now. I didn't even know what to say, not knowing how he was, whether he was playing the I Don't Need Anyone card or if he was being realistic, and was somewhat fragile right now.

I answered quickly, yawning just as I pressed the device to my ear, not wanting to keep him waiting. "Hey, Vic." I say.

"Kellin," he said, sounding tired, gloomy, and maybe a bit slurred. "It's so nice to hear your voice, darling." I furrow my eyebrows, blushing but questioning his state. Was he okay? "Is something wrong, Vic?" I ask right after. "Hmm? Of course not, lovely. Hey, you should come ov--"

"I'll be on the way soon. I need to check on you, Vic."

And it was the truth. I stood up from my bed, checking the clock; 4:37 in the morning. I yawn again and slowly pad to my closet. I wished I could see him right now, just to see if he was okay without going over there. But even as tired as I was, I knew I needed to check on him.

After throwing on black jeans and a Four Year Strong hoodie, I brush my teeth and slide a beanie over my bed hair. Grabbing my phone off my bed, I head out quickly and quietly. Vic calls again before I can even reach the curb at his house. I'm standing in the middle of the road with the cold wind freezing my ass-cheeks off and biting at my nose.

I quickly pick up again, feeling slightly annoyed, even if it was Vic. "Kellin, no, um, don't come over." He says quickly.

"Vic, I've already gotten dressed and everything. Why wouldn't I?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows and walking to stand on the curb, hopping to try to produce body heat. "Please just don't. I do not want you here." Vic says quietly. Even though I was sure he hadn't meant it, it still hurt me when he said it. Something must be wrong and be doesn't want me to know. I shake my head and purse my lips, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"I don't like being on the phone, but I am, for you." I say, chewing on my lip. "T-That's different." I shake my head and look up, seeing him in the office window, looking down at me. He looked down at me, looking somewhat paler than I remember. It made me worry that much more.

I hang up, holding my eyes on his, and start towards the back door.

When I reach the door, he's walking towards it. Before he can lock me in the cold, I push the door open and close it behind me, then face him. He stands with a hand over his mouth. In the light from the moon, I can see a tear on each of his cheeks. I step forward and wipe them. his cheek is cold to my touch.

He leads me to his room slowly, sighing along the way. I knew what he was thinking: He's so stubborn; he was absolutely right, I myself knew how stubborn I was. I shut the door behind us as he sits on the floor beside his bed. At first, I didn't know what to do but then it seemed clear after a few seconds. I situate next to him and secure an arm around his shoulder.

"Tell me what's the matter, Vic."

"You know what's wrong." He sighs. I nod, "I do but why didn't want me to come?"

He shakes his head. "Didn't want you to see me like this." It was my turn to shake my head, and I place a kiss on his cheek gingerly. "Still the cutest thing in the world." He blushes a little and I grin. I tug him a little and he lays his head on my shoulder. "Thank you for coming anyway. I did want to see you." I roll my eyes, "You're so bipolar, darling."