"Hey, I was assigned here to paint your mansion... Yellow?" I ask, horrified by the color choice, and the man gives me a once-over before looking at me.
"Your name?" The man with the long coattails asks, and I stare at him.
"Victor Fuentes." I say blatantly.
"Alright, well, you can start soon, or whenever." The man says, closing his book with a loud snap and walking away, and I sigh loudly, running my fingers through my hair as a small woman comes up to me with a very large notebook.
"You don't have to start today, don't listen to him, come with me." The woman says, and I look at her curiously as I follow her into the mansion, looking around at all the lavish furniture. I wasn't even working yet, and I was already confused by my orders.
"You start tomorrow, twenty dollars an hour, does that sound good?" The woman asks, and I nod, suddenly interested in the fact that I would be paid twenty an hour, which I can totally continue to save up.
"It's a really big house, so I thought that you deserve to get paid more for your hours. While you're working, you'll probably meet my five children, they're nice company." The woman says, and I give her a curious look.
"Five children?" I ask, interested in the fact that she has a very lavish life here and didn't need five children, but she nods.
"I have a boy and four girls. Kellin, Kimberly, Kayleigh, Kendall, and Katrina." She says, and I chuckle at the name choices. But Kellin, Kellin is a unique name.
"I'm guessing Kellin is the boy?" I ask, trying to make conversation with the woman so I didn't seem rude, and she nods, smiling.
"He's seventeen turning eighteen, he's a really, really nice boy, but also very, very shy. We homeschool him, so he's so used to having us around everywhere. He's never been outside." The woman says, and I widen my eyes.
"Ever?" I ask, and she shakes her head.
"Nope, he likes staying at home and practicing the piano, drawing, and he sings. I wish he would go outside more, but as long as he's happy, then i'm happy." She says, and I realize that i'm very interested in whoever Kellin was.
"But, I guess i'll see you tomorrow, my name is Mrs. Quinn, and you sound like a lovely young boy to have a conversation with. We can continue with this conversation tomorrow." She says, and I shake her hand politely, standing up.
"What time, again?" I ask, and she smiles.
"Ten is okay." She says, and I nod, letting her walk me through the house so I can say my goodbyes to her, until tomorrow.
But before we reach the door, the beautiful singing of a raven-haired boy flows through my ears like silk.
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Lalalalalala, i'm so exciteeeed.
This will be in Vic's pov unless otherwise stated, lalalalallalala.
I can not contain my excitement for this, lalalalalallala.
I hope you enjoy, lalalallaallala.
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Just A Painter | Kellic
Fanfiction(completed) what happens when vic fuentes, neighborhood painter for the rich, meets shy and curious kellin quinn, who's never step foot out of his own home, while painting his house?
