Before I could stop myself, I ruined the perfect moment: I laughed. Kellin pulled away from me and stuck his bottom lip out, pouting. "What's so funny? Do you not like the way I taste?" "No, you taste fine, but... is this going to become a routine for us?" "Is what going to become a routine?" "Kissing in cars." Kellin wrinkled his nose at me and said matter-of-factly, "Actually, I'd prefer the term 'making out.'" ***Warning: self harm, suicide mention, none of which are romanticized. ❤️ ***This story is old and cringy has no real plot line, just saying