Chapter Two - We Wear Pink On Wednesdays
Vic
I didn't have my mom drip me off at school. No, I ran inside, she looked at the tears on my face, hugged me, and sent me to my room. I laid on my bed and cried into a pillow, thinking about Gabe. I hope to god that Kellin doesn't end up that way.
I guess I fell asleep at some point, because when I opened my eyes, someone was throwing rocks at my window. What the hell? I get up and look out to see Kellin standing in my yard, chucking rocks.
"What the hell?" I say, opening the window and leaning out.
"Can I please come in? My mom got home and she's gonna freak if I'm not at school."
I sigh. "Fine. Hold on." My mom must have left for work, because no one is home. I run down stairs and open the door.
Kellin rushes in. "Thanks man, I owe you." I nod my head.
"Why can't you just tell her that you got sick?"
He looks down. "She kind of found one of my razors and we haven't talked about it yet."
"Oh, won't you have to after school? Wouldn't you rather get it out of the way?"
"No, I'd like to put it off as long as possible. This isn't the first time and it probably won't behe last." He's still looking at the floor.
"Okay, why don't you just hang out then? We can watch TV or whatever, and wait, how'd you know I was home?" I had told the driver that my mom would take me to school and I told Kellin nothing different.
"I didn't think you'd go to school if you were crying." Oh yeah, I had been crying. I had been thinking of Gabe. Now I'm doing it again.
My eyes start to water again and I looked away. Kellin looked up and stood there, not sure of what to do. I bite my lip to keep it in, but it doesn't work. I cover my mouth with one hand and cry. I slowly sink to the floor and shake with my sobs.
"Shit." He mutters. He kneels down next to me and awkwardly wraps his arms around me. I just sit there and cry with this stranger hugging me.
He shushes me and rocks me back and forth. I stop crying and we sit there. He doesn't move, so I don't either.
Kellin's P.O.V.
I'm sitting on the floor of a strangers house, doing the one thing I truly hate. Touching. I whisper in Vic's ear until he calms down, but I don't move. I usually hate all forms of contact, but I feel better with this strange boy in my arms.
After what seems like forever, but not long enough, he moves. I go to mopve away, but he wraps his arms around my middle. I freeze.
"Thank you." He says into my shoulder. I'm not sure what he means, but I hug back.
He stands up and walks up stairs. He stops halfway. "You coming? Or are you going to sit on theloor of my living room all day?" I get up and slowly follow him up the stairs.
He turns into the last bedroom on the right and I stop in he doorway. I have no idea what colour he walls are, they're to covered with posters. Blink-182, Green Day, Linking Park, Metallica, Kiss, Smashing Pumpkins, All American Rejects, Nirvana, Bob Marley, Skillet, Avenged Sevenfold, everything. He has a guitar in the corner and a sound system with amps and a microphone next to it. He saw me staring and blushed.
"I mess around sometimes." He said, looking at his guitar.
"I sing sometimes." Why'd I say that? I suck at singing. Its more like I impersonate a dying cat in the shower sometimes.
"Really? Cool, I write my own songs, they suck though."
"No, they can't be any worse than mine." Shut up, Kellin. He doesn't care about you're shitty musical abilities.
"Yeah, well thanks, I guess. So, what do you want to do for an hour? I mean, there's not a lot going on at the Fuentes house hold in the middle of day." He laughed nervously.
"Uh, I don't know, it's your house."
"Which you demanded entry." He grinned lopsidedly.
"Uh, you didn't have to let me in, you know."
"I was kidding, Kellin. You know, a joke?" He lightly shoves my shoulder. "Anyways, what bands are you into?"
"Uhm, Blink-182, Green Day, The Ramones, The Doors, Nirvana, pretty much everything."
"Me too! What's you favorite Blink song?"
"I Miss You." I blurted without hesitation.
"That ones cool, I like The Nightmare Before Christmas, even if that makes me seem girly. My favorite is probably Violence." I nod, it's a good song.
"Wait, listen to this." He walks over to his computer. "Tell me what you thing." He presses a key and a song starts playing.
She sits up high
Surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves everyone
Mom and dad
Did you search for me?
I've been up here so long
I'm going crazy
The sun went down
We ended up on the round
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
The music cut off.
"That was awesome! Who's that by?" He looked down.
"It's by my band, we don't really have a name, but the song is called Hold On Till May." Wow.
"Wow, you guys are fucking talented." He smiled.
"Thanks, we just screw around though. You said you sing?" Fuck.
"Uh, not really. You know, uh, in the shower?" He laughed.
"Come on, Kell, sing something. I played you one of my songs, be fair!"
"I did not ask you to play it though."
"So? I did anyways, you have to sing now." I sigh.
All of my life
I've built
This armor
And every disguise
I ever wore
Ashes and dust
Have made
An island
Facing the end
I said what for?
Sometimes it's a battle
At times it's a war
But you're never defenseless
Sometimes we all lose faith
Please don't lose your faith
After our time has passed
We're like light through stained glass
We go on, and on, and on
In the end we're never gone
Out of the sky I shaped this silence
And from the earth I carved the walls
A piece of the world was only mine
And then I said
I wanted more
At the edge of the blackness
When you're stretched to the core
Catch hold of the madness
Sometimes we all lose strength
Please don't lose your faith
In me
After out time has passed were like light through gained glass
We go on, and on, and on
In the end we're never gone
I will be yours to trust
This is not the last of us
We go on and on and on
In t end we're never gone
Always
Please don't lose your faith
Please don't lose yr faith
In me
In me
Vic's P.O.V.
I waited for a second, and clapped. Damn, he's good. I told him that and he scoffed.
"No, you're good. I just screw around." He looked down and shook his head.
"Trust me, you're a better singer than me, and I'm a little jealous." This was completely true. If he was in our band, or one of us sang like him, we would take the fuck off. We would be more popular, but I didn't say any of this, I knew he would feel even more self conscious.
"Why? You have friends, a band, family. You have everything, and you are a good singer." He was too nice.
"Yeah, maybe, but you are better."
He looked at me and smiled. "No, you're delusional." We both laughed and I nodded my head.
"That means you're in a crazy persons house, are you scared?"
"Just of what this crazy, gay, person will do to me." He smiled.
"Hmm, like tie you down?" I winked and his eyes widened.
"I was thinking other things, more..... Interesting things." He winked right back.
I looked at the clock and nearly died. It's three fifteen.
"Shit, Kellin, its after three." He looked and my clock and sighed.
"Okay, see you later?"
"Definitely." He left and not ten minutes later, the guys sowed up.
"Where were you?"
"What happened?"
"Slow the fuck down! I was here, and nothing happened, I just didn't feel good." Why was I lying? I don't know.
"Okay, well you didn't miss anything, we had an assembly feome home until seventh, then we just messed around the rest of the day." Of course. "They didn't even take roll. You two are lucky."
"Of course we are, of all days to miss out." They laughed and I smiled. This was gonna be a good year, I can feel it.
Kellin's P.O.V
I slowly walked home, not wanting to see my mom. I love her, but I didn't want to have the upcoming discussion with her. She would be disappointed and hurt. She would go back into depression and I would feel bad. She'd probably lose her job, and we'd have to move again.
I opened the door and walk into the kitchen, she was sitting at the table, right where I thought she'd be.
My razor was in front of her on the table. I sigh and sit across from her.
"Arms out. Now." I roll my sleeves up and show her my wrists. They're clean.
"Kellin.... I hate having to do this, but show me your thighs." No problem. I stand up and drop my shorts, pull up the ends of my boxer-briefs, and stand the. I'm clean.
".... Why? Why do you have this if you haven't-"
"It makes !e feel safe." I quietly interrupt her.
She sighs and pulls me into a hug. "Get dressed, and, I don't know, do your homework."
"Didn't get any today." Well, okay, have you made any friends?"
"Yeah, actually, I think I have." She smiles widely.
"That's great! Why don't you hang out with them?" I smile. Like I haven't all day?
"Uh, okay, they live down the street, actually."
"Great! Go, go, go! Be social!" I laugh and hug her again.
As I walk over there, I wonder what Vic will think of me randomly showing up again. I knock on the door and one of his friends answers.
"Uh, hi, Vic! Uh, the new kid's here!" He turns back to me. "Sorry, I don't know your name."
I laugh, "Kellin, and it's okay." Vic walks up and looks at me weird.
"Thanks, Jaime, let me talk to him for a second." His friend, Jaime, leaves. "What? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, my mom checked me, I'm clean, and she asked if I'd made anyriends, I said, yeah, I think, and she kicked menout to come over. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, we might do some band practice though, mynfriends, Jaime, Tony, and my brother Mike, are in the band."
"Cool! I get to see my new favorite band live!?" He laughs and nods.
"Well come in, they'll ink we're fucking or something."
"Really?"
"Jaime's done weider things than having sex on a front porch." We both laugh and I follow my only friend into his house for e second time that day.
A/N WHAT DO YOU THINK!? To much to soon? Not enough? GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I need to know what my readers (if I have any) think!
I'm sorry about the self-harm, but isn't it good? Probably not, I feel like the chapters are too short, I finished my Oli Sykes fanfic, so yay! Anywhore, please, please, please vote! I know that there are hundreds of Kellics out there, and mine sucks, but yeah. Anyways, byeee! Ily!