Hush, Hush \\ KELLIC BOYXBOY

15

Even if I wanted to sleep, I couldn't. It was a little before 2AM and I couldn't get what happened earlier out of my head. The longer I didn't talk to Vic, the more paranoid I got that he would hate me. He was expected to be home any minute now. I was sitting on my bed doing college assignments to pass the time when I finally heard the car pull into the driveway. I snapped my laptop shut and bounced out of bed in a hurry. My heart was racing and nerves were setting in. The only thing keeping me calm was knowing that a part of him still, at least, lusted over me and I would use that to my advantage.

I quietly checked in on Leo to make sure he was still asleep. He was. I heard Vic open the front door downstairs. Now was my chance. I walked down the hall and down stairs. I didn't run into Vic on the way. He must have been in the living room or kitchen. I saw a dull glow coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner I saw Vic standing by the open refrigerator.

"Hey," I spoke in a hushed whisper. He jumped, startled by my voice and turned around.

"Jesus, you scared me," he said.

"What's got you all jumpy?" I asked with a smile. Looks like someone's afraid of getting caught. Maybe this was what I was attracted to; relationships where I was constantly keeping a secret. First it was keeping the fact that I was dating a teacher a secret, then I was keeping the abuse with Oliver a secret, and now here I am sneaking around with Vic.

"Nothing. Listen, can we talk tomorrow? I'm really tired and have to be up early and Leo is upstairs..." He stopped, sighing. I couldn't believe he was trying to back out of talking again.

"Leo is asleep, and no, we can't talk tomorrow. Please, Vic, I can't sleep with this on my mind," I whispered desperately, "And you promised," I gave him the puppy dog eyes, looking at him sweetly. He gave in and closed the fridge door.

"Alright, okay. Let's talk," he said. I moved closer to see him a little better in the dark. He leant against the kitchen counter and I stood in front of him.

"Thank you. So today..." I trailed off, eager to know his thoughts.

"Was...interesting," he finished, sound unsure.

"That's a word for it," I chuckled, "I'd use a different word. Maybe hot...amazing..."

"A mistake," he said, sending a sharp stab straight to my heart. To me it wasn't a mistake. To me it was the best thing to happen in months.

"Was it?" I asked. The question lingered in the air. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He seemed extremely frustrated with me.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, afraid of the answer. He looked at me with a sorrowful, apologetic expression.

"Of course not. I could never hate you. Why would you think that?" he asked.

"Well you kind of really yelled at me earlier when I didn't even do anything," I explained.

"Oh right, that. I'm sorry for yelling at you, and for being weird after. I was way out of line," he said. I nodded quickly.

"Yeah, you really were," I said and folded my arms across my chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I know that what happened with us was just as much my fault as it was yours," he said. I looked at him in disbelief.

"Okay, maybe it was mostly my fault," he sighed. I nodded, accepting that admission better than the other one.

"Damn straight it was," I muttered.

"Yeah...I just thought we could be friends, but the more I saw you the more I couldn't help thinking about you all the time..." He said, and I admit I was a little surprised about the confession. I was expecting him to say that having sex with me was in the heat of the moment and meant nothing, but here he was practically admitting he still had feelings for me.