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Kels (Preview)

Colson's POV

       I get off the plane, and see that I've got a message from my weed buddy Pete.

Weed Buddy- Hey man! I'm super sorry, but I can't come pick you up. I'll have my new SNL friend Y/N pick you up. Okay? 4:32 am

Kelley- no problem dude. See you later! 5:03 am

       I'm kind of pissed that Pete couldn't get me, but I'll have a new friend, I guess. I get on the escalator going towards my bags when I see a COLSON BAKER sign in the lobby being held up by a pretty skinny and (skin color) dude. He waves me over with a closed eye smile. I smirk back with a wave and head over.

"What's up dude? I'm Y/N. Pete said you needed a ride."

"Yeah. Thanks. I'm gonna go get my bags."

"Alrighty. I'll wait out front."

        As I walk over to the baggage claim, I think about Y/N. So far he's really nice. He dropped his schedule to pick me up from the airport. I know that he's a guy from SNL, so he's got a decently busy schedule. Pete can't pick me up most of the time and has to get the bitch Ariana to pick me up. I thought he'd have her get me again, so I was mad. But now I've got a cute guy taking me to Pete's. Not that bad, not bad at all.

         With my bags retrieved, I exit the airport and see Y/N outside of a Tesla. Damn, this kid's got money.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, but can we stop for food? The airlines never have the good shit."

"Ha, yeah. We can stop by a McWeirdos or somethin'"

"McWeirdos?"

"Ronald McDonald is a weird old man that's always drugging kids or some shit. He totally looks like a fuckin kidnapper, too." I think for a bit, "Shit, you right man." He smirks smartly "I know man." It's at this moment that  I can see why Pete likes to hang around with this kid. "Dude how fuckin old are you? You look 18-20." Chuckling, he responds with,  "Don't flatter me Baker. I'm 28."

"Shit man, you're older than Pete." His eyebrow arches, "You're the 30 year old, I don't wanna hear it Meat-Chicken." The hell? "Meat-Chicken?" He bursts out laughing. "People from Michigan pronounce it Meat-Chicken. Change my damned mind." My eyes widen, "Shit.." He puts a finger up in victory. "Exactly. And don't fucking call soda, 'pop' in front of me. I will floor you."

"How's a skinny dude like you gonna floor me?" I say in pure confusion, "I beat Davidson in an arm wrestle. And his body guard. I don't wanna hear it." My eyes widen once again. "Damn, kid-" He scoffs, "We are two years apart, I'm not a damned child."

"Yeah, yeah." At that moment, we pull into the 'McWeirdos' drive thru. Y/N tilts his head, "What do you want for breakfast, Baker?" I scoff, "One, call me Colson, two, a bacon, egg, and cheese Mcgriddle."

He repeats my order to the worker. "Ok, one bacon, egg, and cheese Mcgriddle please." "Is that all for you?" He thinks. "Add an Orange Juice, that's all."

"Total is 3.99 pull up to the first window." Y/N pulls up to the window. "Ok, I call people by their last names out of respect. So you'll always either be Kels or Baker. I call your weed buddy Davidson." I sigh. "I get the respect thing, but I literally couldn't care less. Just call me Colson, man. It's more comfortable." "Alright, alright. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll drop it."

           We grab my food and his drink, heading out. Y/N grabs his phone and an auxiliary cord. Plugging it in, he plays his liked songs on Spotify. The playlist started off with Conan Gray's super depressing songs, and usually stays depressing throughout Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At The Disco, I Don't Know How But They Found Me, and more.. More depressing songs. He didn't cry, not until we reached a couple of specific Conan Gray songs. Little League and Wish You Were Sober. Literally about wishing you were a kid again, the next being about your crush kissing you drunk, and they don't remember.

"Here we are.. Sorry about that." He manages to choke out. "Nah, you're fine. People have their moments." He scoffs. "Then why the hell is my life that moment?" My god... "Hey, you don't have control over tha-" He chuckles. "Sometimes the one that smiles the most, that seems like they have it the most together, is the one that needs the most help. Heard that from a friend. Right before she.. Killed herself." Holy shit. "Oh fuck, dude, you need help." He scoffs again. "It's fine, gotta wipe these salty shits off my face and slap a smile on for Davidson. See ya in there." I give him a sad smirk and head inside.

"Hey Pete!" I yell, searching for my friend. "Yo! Kels! How'd you like Y/N?!" I walk into his room, and sigh. "Dude, you don't know it. He fucking bawled his eyes out. Told me he was depressed, said that his friend fucking killed herself in front of him.. He needs help dude.."