Kings For Forever [Kellic] boyxboy

Chapter 12

I BET HE IS KELLIN, I BET HE IS!

Kellins p.o.v

I shut my locker, and turn to walk out of this hell but almost walk over a waiting Tay. She really needs to grow.

"Jesus christ Tay!" I say, exasperated.

She just smiled at me, not seeming to be phased over me almost killing her.

"where ya goin'?" Tay chirps in her sweet little voice.

"Uh, I was gonna stop by Vic and Mikes, to see if they are okay, why?" I reply.

She raises her eyebrows when I say Vics name. She claims that she "shipped us" in the first place after I had told her about us now going out. She flipped the fuck out."Just wondering. Can I come?"

"Why not," and we made our way to Vics.

Vics p.o.v

"So Oliver, what made you come to realization about your total gayness? I kinda knew you were a little homo just because you always make fun of all of us," I say to Oli who is on the stage, fiddling around with Mikes drum set. He looks up at me and shrugs.

"I dunno, like I was looking at Mr. Luckers ass when we went to take you, and it kinda hit me for a second but I sorta pushed the thought away 'cause it kinda scared me y'know? Like you want to believe something but you just can't. Theres like a little voice in your head saying 'no, no you little twat', and as much as you try to push it away its still always there. And also Victurd, I am BISEXUAL. I still fancy girls."

I nod.

"AYE YOU PASTRY STEP AWAY FROM THE DRUMS!" Mike snaps as he comes back downstairs, carrying in his arms a few snacks. Oli jumps away, hands up as if he has been caught by the popo.

"Do you like anyone?" I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

Oli walks to the edge of the small stage and sits down. He lets out a sigh, fiddling with his hands, "I used to. But he is kinda dead to me now after what has happened."

"Who?" Mike says witha mouth full of Cheetos.

"Austin..." Oli says in an almost inaudible voice. My jaw drops, and I hear Mike choke a little. I mean like, I always saw him looking at him and stealing glances, but I never really thought of it as anything. I see Oli blush deeply, most likely embarassed.

"Oh..." I trail off.

"yeah, but I don't anymore. He is dead to me," Oli says quickly, still red faced.

'It's okay, Ol. I don't want you to feel bad," I say, walking over and sitting next to him. He nods.

"I want to play," Mike says, huffing as he gets up from his seat on the couch, "Oli, and your gonna scream."

Olis eyes widen. He is an amazing at not only singing, but screaming too. It is pretty crazy, not many people can do what he can do. I sure as hell can't scream as deep as he can. My high pitched voice shows it, "nah lad, I cant."

"You can, and you will. Lets do THE song" Mike orders, emphasizing the 'the'

I push Oli, and he gives in. Standing up, he walks to the center of the small stage. Grabbing onto the mic. Mike starts to play a familiar beat, and I decide to rush over and grab my guitar, knowing it was already it was in the right tune for this particular song.

"HELL YEAH!" Mike screams over the sound of his drumming.

Oli leans down, hanging off of ther mic stand as he usually does before he starts to perform. I watch him as he inhales deeply before letting ther words burst out of his mouth: