im sorry i didn't update for like a week, but i had a lot of school work and family is coming in for the holidays so i've been really busy lately
another thing, a lot of you guys are always asking me on tumblr what my twitter is, well its @fckingxfuentes, you can follow me if you want, you don't have to though. just warning you now im lame and complain a lot bye
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[Kellin's POV]
"When's the last time you've eaten?"
Vic asked me for the fourth time in a row. I would answer him, only with silence, and avoiding eye contact, and he wasn't accepting that as an answer.
Vic moved from his current spot, which was his bed, over to my bed. I scooted back up against the wall and he followed me there, put his hands on the wall, next to the sides of my head, trapping me.
"Kellin." Vic said, eyes boring into mine, with an assertive tone in his voice. I would be lying if I said it wasn't attractive and a huge turn on.
"Vic." I mocked.
"When is the last time you ate?" He asked me for the fifth time. I could tell he was getting irritated with me, but nonetheless, he kept his cool.
You see what brought this all on was the growl of my stomach. After earlier today when I talked about everything with him, he went over to Jaime and Tony's dorm. I went to work, at 12 and got home at 6, since it was the weekend I didn't work 10-6 like usual.
And that brings us the situation now, when I got home Vic asked me if I was hungry, and I said no. However, my fucking stomach just happened to growl right after he asked the question. And my stomach keeps grumbling as we speak, only making it worse. "I don't know. Why does it even matter?"
"Because it sounds like to me you're hungry, considering your stomach has growled like 3 times since you've gotten here." He said. Our faces where inches away and it was safe to say I was a little nervous. I've come to face the fact that I do have a crush on him, and being this close to his lips makes me very uncomfortable.
"S-so what? That doesn't mean anything." I said, silently cursing myself for stuttering. He slightly smirked when he heard me stutter, bastard.
"Will you please just come and eat something with me, I'm hungry and I don't want to go alone." He said, putting on his best puppy dog face. We've been acting like actual friends since we've talked, and I like it a lot better this way.
I was about to give in, but another rumble of my stomach snapped me back into reality. "Vic, I said no. Don't make me eat if I don't want to." A fat ass like me shouldn't be allowed to eat.
"What?" Vic questioned, slightly taken back.
"What are you talking about what?" I asked, confused.
"Kellin, you're not fat. You're basically skin and bone, and that's not even an exaggeration." He said, a saddened look across his face. I was so confused how he knows I think I'm fat, but then I realized I probably said my thought out loud. Great going Kellin.
"I never called myself fat?" I said back, making myself sound confused. He waited a moment longer before answering.
"Please don't tell me you have an eating disorder." He said softly, eyes searching mine for an answer.
I was going to tell him no, but it seems like every time I try and lie about something, he always figures out the truth. I just decided to stay quiet and look down at the bed comforter, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Kells." Vic spoke softly, like if he spoke to loud I was going to break.
I was taken aback by the nickname, mostly because it sent butterflies through my stomach. I snapped my head up to meet his eyes with mine, locking on each other’s. His eyes were laced with a mixture of pain and sympathy. I honestly hated that look. "Would you stop looking at me like that?" I asked, moodily.
"Like what?" He questioned back.
"Like you actually care! Just stop, I don't want you to care about me. I'm not worth getting involved with, Vic." I explained to him.
"Well I do care, so too bad!" He snapped back. "Come on we're going to eat." He insisted, and then grabbed my wrist and started to pull me with him.
"Vic seriously, no." I pleaded with him.
"No, you're going to eat something whether you like it or not." He said, yanking me off the bed so I was standing up being dragged. Why the fuck is he so strong?
"Please don't make me do this." I begged. I wanted to cry, I don't want to eat anything else. I can't eat anything, I refuse.
In one swift motion, Vic picked me up and started carrying me over his shoulder, walking to the door. I pounded on his back and flailed my feet around to try to get him to put me down. "Dammit Vic! Put me down!" I yelled in frustration.
I wasn't that mad though, I had a pretty nice view of his ass. I sighed and went limp on his shoulder, giving up and accepting the fact this was happening when we walked out of the room.
"Viiiiiicc." I whined, to which he just chuckled at.
We went to turn the corner to go to the stairs, when I latched onto the corner of the wall with my fingers. It immediately jerked Vic back, and I felt him look over his shoulder. He sighed and chuckled once more, amused with my antics.
Without warning, he dropped my feet from his shoulder and they ended up on the ground, right along with the rest of me.
"Ow, you dick!" I laughed as he got on top of me, straddling me.
He started tickling me, and immediately my breathing hitched and I was crying out with laughter. I wiggled around underneath him, trying to get away from his devil fingers. I was out of breath and soon panting from laughing and screaming so hard.
"V-vic st-top.. pleas-" I was cut off by my own squeal as he went for my armpits.
I magically got a surge of energy, and quickly flipped us over so I was straddling him. I pinned his hands to the floor on either side of his face, and buried my face in his shoulder while trying to catch my breath. The whole time Vic was laughing hysterically, underneath me.
I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him, our faces a few inches away from each other's. "Y-you think this is fu-unny you douche?!" I said lightheartedly so he knew I wasn't being serious.
"Yes!" He chuckled once more, and I couldn't help but laugh too.
"I can't stand you I swear. What are you trying to do, kill me?" I teased.
He stopped laughing and calmed down some, still a little short of breath, much like I was. "Maybe." He answered, and stared up at me, smiling.
I was smiling back, just as content as he was. The thought crossed my mind about kissing him, but it was interrupted when I felt a pair of soft lips on mine. I was shocked and taken back, but it only took me a matter of seconds to kiss back, grabbing his face to pull him closer, while he laid both of his hands on the side of my waist.
Our mouths moved together in perfect harmony as Vic sat up so I was properly sitting on his lap, never breaking the kiss. I moved my hands from his face to the back of his neck, where I played with his brown locks in between my fingers. I could kiss him forever, he was addicting. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, and I was about to let him have access to the inside of my mouth, but when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so we stopped the passionate kiss.
I quickly got off of him and helped him up, just in time to see Samantha from Starbucks coming up the stairs, giving us a warm smile before walking into her dorm. I looked at Vic, but he wasn't looking back at me, he was looking at the ground.
Whale, this is awkward.
"Um.." I tried to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
"Right! What do you want from subway? My treat." He asked, but his voice wasn't as inviting as it was before.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I rejected the offer.
"Whatever." Vic mumbled before walking off down the stairs, leaving me to think about what just happened. I walked back to the room and felt my lips, they were still tingling and the taste of Vic's own lips still lingered on mine.
I really shouldn't have liked what just happened, but I can't help but feel it was the best thing that I've ever experienced.
And that scares me, deeply.