Kellin was busy chopping onions while I strolled through the kitchen. Stopping when I noticed the news paper on the table. I paused to read it- MISSING. Victor Vincent Fuentes. Goes by Vic, 5'6" medium build, shoulder length curly brown hair, caramel colored skin, seventeen. If seen call 911 or (510)635-1403. Last seen wearing khaki skinny jeans, black Vans shoes, white crewneck with several cats on the front and back, and a black Neff beanie. "K-Kells," I pause, "what's this?" I ask, slightly offended there's no reward hanging over my head.
Oh, that's your 'missing' report," he said, using his fingers to make quotes around the word missing. I kept reading the article- Last seen leaving Mission Bay High School in San Diego, California. May 3rd, 2007 in a red Nissan Altima. License plate number- 523-CRP. Wow, people are actually looking for me.
"Hey, Kells, what day is it?" I asked "Tuesday?" Kellin questioned, unsure of his own response. I sighed heavily, "No, Babe. I meant the date," he chuckled, "Oh, it's June sixth." I gasped. "I've been gone for so long, how come it only feels like it's been a few days?" I ask rhetorically.
"Viccy, Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me, Chulito." Kellin soothed. The way he spoke to me made me want to actually open up to him. Would I? No, of course not. I'd be crazy before I opened up to that maniac.
I never went to the bathroom. I just stayed in the kitchen and helped Kellin make dinner instead. "Hey, Kells?" I asked, "Can I sleep on the couch tonight? I'm sick of basement." He sat in silence for a moment, thinking, "Are you going to try to escape?" Yes. "No," I lied to him again. "Pinky promise, Viccy?" he asked, knowing I don't break those. "Pinky promise," I told him, hiding my crossed fingers in the sleeve of my crewneck.
"Okay," he said after a few minutes of thinking. I tried my best to not let my eyes grow in amazement, but I must've failed. "Why is that such a surprise?" questioned the pale Kellin, "I trust you. Plus you pinky promised," he explained himself. I shrugged.
After hours of watching tv and having Kellin snuggle me to death, he finally went to bed. I looked at the clock: 12:58AM. Kellin usually goes to bed around 11pm so this is unlike him.
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I'm rlly sorry if these are all short. Im only able to do this on mobile. But thank for reading. You're a hella rad cat. Stay cute c;
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Runaway Case (Kellic)
RandomKellin is Vic's crazy ex that still loves him. Kellin kidnaps Vic one day and Vic begins to feel mixed emotions for his former lover. (I've never written kellic before I am v sorry if this sucks. Also, no smut. Sorry.)
