A Love Like War
Chapter Three
** Will edit again later, writing this at at school on an iPod. ;-;
Kellin's POV:
I tried to hold back tears on the car ride home. I kept re-reading the text message in my head.
'Do not come visit, we do not miss you.'
How could my parents be so heartless? My own mother nonetheless. Whatever happened to unconditional love? I felt so alone. At least I had Vic, Jaime, Tony, and Mike. I picked up my phone to reply to my parents and tell them how I really felt. Oh great. Just what I needed, someone else to tell me how much they didn't need me. But it wasn't. I felt my heart jump.
Vic. It was him. How'd he get my number? I didn't care. I could already tell my day was getting better. He asked how I was and was checking on me. Hmm. Maybe he does like me. Now's my chance. I quickly typed out a reply.
To Vic: Hey! School was great thanks for making me feel comfortable. & I'm good just some family stuff. Can I ask you something?
From Vic: I got you, and of course :)
To Vic: Would you maybe wanna go out sometime? Maybe go get coffee in 10 minutes?
Shit. It was taking him forever to reply. Finally.
From Vic: Like.... a date? I'd love to, see you then!
Wow. Was this really happening? I, Kellin Quinn had a date with Vic Fuentes. I must be dreaming. I ran my fingers through my hair as rushed to my car. Didn't wanna be late.
Vic's POV:
Holy shit. Did that really just happen? I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach. He was so forward. I loved that. I didn't have much time to change. I decided to switch snapbacks, my outfit would suffice. I ran downstairs, Mike had gone out somewhere and my parents weren't home. Perfect. I got in the car and drove to the coffee shop, trying my best to stop shaking. I saw Kellin, sitting on a chair underneath an umbrella typing away on his phone. I stepped out of the car. He was so flawless. Even with his clothes on from school, he was perfect. He then looked up, noticing me.
"Vic!" He smiled and pulled me into a hug tighter than I'd received from anyone in a while. I hugged back with the same enthusiasm. How was he so confident?
"You look..nice." Smooth one, Vic. He laughed, only making my face grow hot.
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. Let's go inside."
We got our coffee and sat and talked a while. He told me about his childhood, and his love for skateboarding and music. He said he had started a band back in Michigan, but it never worked out. I asked him to sing to me, but he refused. He was shy, and I liked that. Because I was shy too. When he asked me about myself, I told him the basics. Favorite color, bands, and friends. When he asked me about my childhood I fell silent. I couldn't tell anyone. I hope he didn't find me secretive, now just wasn't the right time. I sipped my coffee and he moved from across the booth to beside me. I felt an involuntary shiver go up my spine.
"Is this seat taken?" He winked and I laughed.
"All yours."
"Soo.. how'd you get my number. Is that your childhood secret? You're pyschic?" He nudged me and then intertwined his fingers with mine. His hands were so soft and warm. Hopefully my palms weren't sweaty. I bit my lip.
"In class. You were filling out a paper. I kind of, sort of, wrote it down." Damnit. Blushing again. He smiled.
"That's cute. I guess I'm glad, or this wouldn't have happened, I'm awful at asking people out in person." Me too. I felt my thumb moving in gentle circles on his palm.
"So am I. So why me? I mean, you could get anyone you wanted, why pick me?" He wrapped an arm around me and met my eyes with his beautiful blue ones.
"Vic. You aren't like everyone else. You welcomed me when I got here and you're considerate and I don't know..just something about you attracted me from the very beginning and told me to go after you." I had no idea what to say. No one had ever been that sweet towards me. I felt a tear escape my eye, and he wiped it away. It grew quiet again and we looked into each others eyes for a second.
He started eyeing my lips, and leaned in with his lips parted slightly. I did the same, and met mine with his. It was a very innocent, slow kiss. Way different from the way I'd been kissed before. He didn't fight for dominance nor submit. Our lips moved together as one. I pulled away after a few seconds. He was smiling and bit his bottom lip.
"Not bad." I chuckled and rested my head on his shoulder. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment right now.
Kellin's POV:
I tried to hold back tears on the car ride home. I kept re-reading the text message in my head.
'Do not come visit, we do not miss you.'
How could my parents be so heartless? My own mother nonetheless. Whatever happened to unconditional love? I felt so alone. At least I had Vic, Jaime, Tony, and Mike. I picked up my phone to reply to my parents and tell them how I really felt. Oh great. Just what I needed, someone else to tell me how much they didn't need me. But it wasn't. I felt my heart jump.
Vic. It was him. How'd he get my number? I didn't care. I could already tell my day was getting better. He asked how I was and was checking on me. Hmm. Maybe he does like me. Now's my chance. I quickly typed out a reply.
To Vic: Hey! School was great thanks for making me feel comfortable. & I'm good just some family stuff. Can I ask you something?
From Vic: I got you, and of course :)
To Vic: Would you maybe wanna go out sometime? Maybe go get coffee in 10 minutes?
Shit. It was taking him forever to reply. Finally.
From Vic: Like.... a date? I'd love to, see you then!
Wow. Was this really happening? I, Kellin Quinn had a date with Vic Fuentes. I must be dreaming. I ran my fingers through my hair as rushed to my car. Didn't wanna be late.
Vic's POV:
Holy shit. Did that really just happen? I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach. He was so forward. I loved that. I didn't have much time to change. I decided to switch snapbacks, my outfit would suffice. I ran downstairs, Mike had gone out somewhere and my parents weren't home. Perfect. I got in the car and drove to the coffee shop, trying my best to stop shaking. I saw Kellin, sitting on a chair underneath an umbrella typing away on his phone. I stepped out of the car. He was so flawless. Even with his clothes on from school, he was perfect. He then looked up, noticing me.
"Vic!" He smiled and pulled me into a hug tighter than I'd received from anyone in a while. I hugged back with the same enthusiasm. How was he so confident?
"You look..nice." Smooth one, Vic. He laughed, only making my face grow hot.
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. Let's go inside."
We got our coffee and sat and talked a while. He told me about his childhood, and his love for skateboarding and music. He said he had started a band back in Michigan, but it never worked out. I asked him to sing to me, but he refused. He was shy, and I liked that. Because I was shy too. When he asked me about myself, I told him the basics. Favorite color, bands, and friends. When he asked me about my childhood I fell silent. I couldn't tell anyone. I hope he didn't find me secretive, now just wasn't the right time. I sipped my coffee and he moved from across the booth to beside me. I felt an involuntary shiver go up my spine.
"Is this seat taken?" He winked and I laughed.
"All yours."
"Soo.. how'd you get my number. Is that your childhood secret? You're pyschic?" He nudged me and then intertwined his fingers with mine. His hands were so soft and warm. Hopefully my palms weren't sweaty. I bit my lip.
"In class. You were filling out a paper. I kind of, sort of, wrote it down." Damnit. Blushing again. He smiled.
"That's cute. I guess I'm glad, or this wouldn't have happened, I'm awful at asking people out in person." Me too. I felt my thumb moving in gentle circles on his palm.
"So am I. So why me? I mean, you could get anyone you wanted, why pick me?" He wrapped an arm around me and met my eyes with his beautiful blue ones.
"Vic. You aren't like everyone else. You welcomed me when I got here and you're considerate and I don't know..just something about you attracted me from the very beginning and told me to go after you." I had no idea what to say. No one had ever been that sweet towards me. I felt a tear escape my eye, and he wiped it away. It grew quiet again and we looked into each others eyes for a second.
He started eyeing my lips, and leaned in with his lips parted slightly. I did the same, and met mine with his. It was a very innocent, slow kiss. Way different from the way I'd been kissed before. He didn't fight for dominance nor submit. Our lips moved together as one. I pulled away after a few seconds. He was smiling and bit his bottom lip.
"Not bad." I chuckled and rested my head on his shoulder. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment right now.
11/24/13