The Lousy Truth (Kellic)

Two.

"I was thinking of maybe redesigning my room." I said out of nowhere as Vic and I laid flatly on my bed, both of us just staring blankly at my room's ceiling, occasionally spitting out words from time to time. This is exactly how Vic and I spend our weekend - in my room just lounging around and talking mindlessly. Every weekend, Vic stays in our house. He's practically like my brother now, like we're connected by the hip or something.

"What do you want to do to it?"

"Dunno. Paint the walls, maybe? Re-position the furniture or something, I don't know." I said with a shrug as my mind started envisioning this look that I want for my room. I don't really have a solid concept but I know that I want to change something around here. It just feels so dull for me. "Are you staying for dinner?" I asked, smelling the food that my mom is preparing from downstairs.

"I'm staying over, remember?" Vic said as if I'm dumb.

"Oh. Yeah, I forgot."

"How could you forget? This is our routine every weekend." He laughed and playfully hit my arm.

"Maybe I'm just trying to make conversation with you." I shrugged. Without even looking at him, I know for a fact that Vic is smiling at me. "Stop smiling at me, you weirdo."

"You're such a lame conversation-maker, then." He teased, propping himself on his elbow, looking down at me as if he'd suddenly found something so amusing on my face. I felt my cheeks warm up as he did so. See, although Vic and I had been so close for years, he still never fails in making me feel better whenever I feel like shit, comforting me, supporting me and my dreams and making me blush. Maybe that's why people keep staring at us whenever we act this way in public. Some may say that we act all lovey-dovey and I couldn't blame them, really. We really do act that way. We don't care, though. We're close like that and I am not ashamed to tell anyone that I love him.

"I love you, even though you're always mean to me." I mumbled, smiling up at him.

"I love you, too, Kells." He said and lightly pinched my nose, resulting in me scrunching up my eyebrows at him.

"Kellin! Dinner's ready!" My mom shouted from downstairs. Vic jumped out of my bed in one swift move, lending his hand for me and helping me up. "Sit, sit. Don't want the food to get cold before we even eat it." My mom chuckled to herself as she, too, sat down on her own chair. "How's school?"

"T'was okay. Same old, same old. Nothing too exciting happens in college, honestly."

"Really? No crazy house parties?" She said as she tried to sound like a cool mom, if you know what I'm talking about. Something close to Regina George's mom. "How's that essay, though?"

"We passed it yesterday. I think I'll get a good mark, though, so no worries." I reassured her with a shrug of my shoulders. "Have I mentioned Oliver to you before?" I asked all of a sudden, my mind going back to how rude and weird he has always been to me. Seriously, if he's trying to scare me off, he doesn't have to do so much effort on that part. I don't ever intend on getting close to him ever.

"I don't think so, no. Why? Is he a new friend?" She asked, her voice sounding excited. I rolled my eyes at her. That's what I hate the most about my mom. She always urge me to get more friends. She just doesn't understand that I don't need any more friends other than Vic.

"Mom," I grumbled. "No. He's just this very quiet but rude guy in my Psychology class." Her expression visibly changed and I continued. "He keeps on giving me this foul look whenever Vic and I enter the lecture room."

"Oh." She nodded slowly. "Well, just ignore him."

"Yeah, he's a weirdo." Vic said. I chuckled as Vic kicked my leg from under the table. My mom shook her head, continuing with her food. By now, mom is already used to Vic and I's childish antics. At first she didn't really like Vic that much. She actually tried to stop me from seeing Vic, grounding me for weeks to months, only being able to go to school whenever I go out of the house since she offered on driving me to and from school. For a solid month, I wasn't able to meet up with Vic in the park but that didn't stop us, though. He used to sneak in our house, going to my bedroom's window whenever we knew that the coast is clear. I'm just glad that my mom eventually accepted the fact that Vic and I would never back down with our friendship. I think she saw Vic's good effect on me, anyways.