Collide Invisible Lips (KELLIC)

Chapter 6

I had gone about five days straight without sleeping, and the exhaustion was just beginning to set in. Vic had become even more interested in spending time with me though, and I didn't want to ruin it with my need to sleep. The family was still gone and we had the run of the house, and I couldn't waste that time sleeping.

"Come on, let me see!" Vic coerced around midnight one evening. The mixtape he had made for me was playing on a CD player we'd found packed away, and "Earth Angel" by The Penguins (which Vic said he listened to in high school) was currently filling the room.

"No! You'll make fun of me," I complained. Vic laughed, but I couldn't see his surely smug expression. I was standing behind a wooden room divider shielding me from his line of sight from where he sat on the bed.

"That's the point, let me see you," Vic insisted. I groaned loudly.

"I don't want to," I whined.

"If you let me see you, we'll make pancakes in the morning," Vic bribed. I rolled my eyes, but gave in nonetheless. Vic knew my weaknesses, and pancakes were surely the biggest one. I stepped out from behind the divider.

"Oh my god." Vic burst out laughing. I scowled at him, crossing my arms across my chest. We'd been trying on old clothes we'd found in a box in the back of the attic, and mine was surely the most hideous combination we'd created so far. I'd tied a woman's bonnet around my head which nicely complimented the floral print dress so covered in lace and buttons that you could barely see the flowers. I looked like an old lady who forced her grandkids to eat tuna casseroles and had a serious beef with the president of her gardening club. Of course to top it all off, I was still wearing my jeans underneath it, and I had thrown on a huge pair of green sunglasses.

"That's so terrible," Vic giggled, not taking eyes off my ridiculous ensemble.

"You're the one in the sequined vest," I argued, gesturing to Vic's current attire. He wore a plaid button-up with a purple sequined vest and old stained rain boots. We'd been playing this game for about an hour now.

"This is nowhere near as bad as that hat," Vic scoffed. I rolled my eyes again, ripping off the bonnet and throwing it at him.

"You're a jerk," I pouted. Vic grinned up at me.

"You love it," he teased, standing up from the bed.

"So if the family came in here right now, would they just see a floating vest? Can they not see our regular clothes either?" I inquired. Vic took off his own absurd attire and shrugged.

"I don't think they can see us or anything in close contact with us unless we want them to, and we normally don't want them to. I try not to think about it too much," he explained. I laid down on the bed, tiredness finally settling over me.

"We'll figure it out someday. I really need to get some sleep," I told him, curling up underneath the bedsheets.

"Tired?"

"Yeah. I was fine for a few days, but it's really hitting me hard now," I said. Vic nodded, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed. He hesitated before speaking again.

"Can I lay with you?" Vic finally requested. I looked up at him in surprise.

"You can't sleep though," I pointed out. Vic's tan skin blushed crimson red.

"I know, I just get bored when you're asleep. If I take a rest with you maybe it won't be so dull," Vic stated. His reasoning sounded a bit flimsy to me, but I wasn't one to argue with a chance to spend time with Vic. We'd been growing closer and closer as time went on, and I felt more connected to him than I had to any of my old friends.