Days Like These

It upset Vic to the say the least. He didn’t expect for this to be the outcome, honestly. He sat on the edge of Kellin’s hospital bed while he slept and his parents signed him out. With no one to claim Kellin as their own, he’d have to go to an orphanage. It was close enough that he didn’t have to switch schools but it was in the opposite direction from their normal walking route.

When they had told Kellin, he began laughing uncontrollably, but then out of nowhere he began crying hysterically. He claimed that they just wanted to get rid of him because he was worthless but after reassurance from Vic and his family, he accepted it. Kellin wasn’t happy but he accepted it.

Their first original plan was to send Kellin off to a mental health facility but then Vic voiced the idea that Kellin would feel unwanted and alone, potentially making it worse. In all honesty, he just didn’t want Kellin to leave. It scared Vic how much he felt like he needed Kellin around now.

He looked over at Kellin and smiled softly. His little snores were adorable. He didn’t want Kellin to live in an orphanage but it wasn’t like his parents were going to take him under their wing.
Don’t get it wrong, they loved Kellin like a son and it hurt them more seeing him the way he is but it may not be financially good for them. A knock on the door caused Vic to look away from Kellin. His parents stood there with a lady behind them. She had light brown hair and turquoise eyes like Kellin.

“Mijo, this is Katherine. She’s going to be Kellin’s social worker.” His dad said. “Is Kellin awake?” Vic shook his head no. “Well, wake him up, yeah? This is important.”

Vic lightly shook Kellin, softly smiling as he grumbled and attempted to push him off the bed with little luck. “Kells, wake up.”

“No. lemme sleep.”

“No, get up. ‘S important.”

“If it’s not sleep then it’s not important.”

“Kellin.”

“Victor.”

“Don’t make me.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I’m up, I’m up!” Kellin shouted. Vic smiled triumphantly as Kellin glared at him. “Ass.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Kellin,” Mr. Fuentes began. “This is Katherine and she’ll be your social worker.”
He scrunched up his face in confusion. He’s heard that name somewhere but doesn’t recall where. Maybe he was just getting confused with one of the sluts his dad used to bring home. His face then held no expression and he only blinked at them.

“Vic, let’s go to give them privacy.” Mrs. Fuentes said. Hearing that, Kellin took Vic’s hand in his and shook his head.

“Stay?” he whispered.

“I don’t think I can love.”

“Please?” he pouted cutely.

“I’ll be right outside, how about that? So if you feel uncomfortable, you can call me.” With a rejected sigh, Kellin let go of Vic and watched him and his parents walk out the door. The social worker stood there, just staring at him. He began feeling needles in his arms and he felt like he was drowning.

“Kellin, relax. Nothing is going to happen to you. Please, relax.” He saw her walk towards him slowly, gently touching his hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. He smiled a bit. The memory of his mother came because she too, used to do that to calm him down. Before his dad, who isn’t his dad stole him away. “Now, I want to get to know you. I want you to trust me ok? It may take some time but we’ll go at your pace. Hopefully at the end, we’ll have established a good relationship. So would you like to start with the basics?”

*

Three days later, and Kellin was being released.

“You know she lives next door to me?” Vic whispered as they sat in the waiting room as they filled out papers for their release from the hospital.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Mike said she was moving in the day of … well, you know. And that she came over during the week and talked to dad and mom. He couldn’t hear them well but yeah. Anyways, what do you think of her?”

“She’s nice.” Kellin replied simply as he stared at the adults. She looked back and smiled at him, and he returned it. “She smells like my mom too. I faintly remember my dad dumping the bottle all over my old room and the smell used to help me sleep.”

“Why’d he dump it?”

“I wouldn’t stop crying for her so he dumped it on the carpet and told me to shut up. It was one of the nicest things he’s done for me. He cared a bit.” Kellin glanced back at Vic and saw him opening his mouth. “Don’t start, please? You’d never understand because you never went through it.” Vic quickly closed his mouth and they stopped talking.

“Kellin,” Katherine said as they walked over to them. They had everything with them and they parted ways because Vic was being forced to go with his parents and couldn’t accompany them to the orphanage. “I talked to the state.” Kellin simply nodded as he placed his stuff in the trunk. They claimed into the car and buckled up. “How would you like to live with me?” she asked nervously. “I convinced them that it’d be easier for you because you’ll have people, including myself, to care for you without making you uncomfortable.” She kept glancing at him as he sat there, looking out the window. “You obviously don’t have to but if y-.”

“You live next to Vic.” He said in a monotone voice

“Yes?”

“I thought there was an old couple living there already.”

“Well, the man’s grand-daughter had a baby and they figured that it’d be easier to live closer to them so they moved.”

“Did you buy that house with the thought that I’d agree?” he asked in the same tone.

“Honestly, yes.” She didn’t notice Kellin wipe the single tear that ran down his face.

“Thank you. I’d like to live with you, if you don’t mind.”

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have tried, silly.” She said with a smile.

The atmosphere was now peaceful and they continued talking about random things.

*

“Hey good looking, come here often?” Kellin heard in his ear when he was throwing the trash out. He giggled because the soft puff of air from Vic’s mouth tickled his ear.

“In fact I do. There’s a guy who has a cute younger brother with a medusa piercing. Think you hook us up?” Kellin giggled at the end. “Hey what’s up?”

“Well, now I won’t tell you since you find Michael cute. What about me? We come from the same parents you know.” Vic replied as they walked into the house.

“But there’s always that cuter sibling though.” Kellin saw Vic pout, and honestly, who wouldn’t feel bad when he look like a puppy. “Ok, you’re cute too.”

“Am I the cutest?” Kellin simply nodded as he opened the door to his room. “Nope, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Am I the cutest?” Kellin replied cheekily.

“Hmph. I’ll just leave and lock myself in my room and cry over the fact that you don’t think I’m cute.” Vic said dramatically as he sprawled out on Kellin’s bed. “Come cuddle me! My heart is broken.”

“I thought you were leaving?” Kellin said as he walked towards his closet and pulled out Christmas lights. “Come help me hang these on my wall?”

“But I just laid down!” Vic whined, dragging out the ‘ow’ and adding an ‘ugh’ at the end. Kellin simply rolled his eyes and began untangling them. “When are you coming back to school? Everyone keeps asking for you.”

Kellin hadn’t been at school for two weeks, but thanks to the angel that is Vic, he was somewhat caught up on his assignments.

“I’m going back next week. Hey, grab my laptop and put some music?”

Kellin’s room was … interesting. To Vic at least. He had painted his walls a teal color, which looks good with his black wooded floor (where did the old people find that kind of wood anyways?), and the wall color and floor color flowed into the bathroom (which what the fuck! Vic flipped his shit a bit). Kellin added 30 pieces of wood on the walls. Five on each side on the two doors and five on the other remaining walls (“Their meant to hold books and maybe vases, Vicktur!”). Accompanying the ‘shelves’, were posters that Vic happily bought for him. His bed was placed against the opposite wall, across from the door. He had two trunks, one on each side of his bed, which held clothes. He had a desk was facing the door but was diagonally placed in the right corner, and he had a red bookcase placed in the left corner which held vinyl records and old books he found amongst Katherine’s “Attic” box.

Once Kellin had tacked the Christmas lights on the edge, where the ceiling meets the wall, he laid down next to Vic and sighed happily.

“Your room looks cool. When are you gonna do mine?”

“When you pay me to buy the crap then I’ll do it. For now though, I want to take a nap. So you can either stay and nap with me or whatever.” Kellin secretly hoped Vic would stay with him. After the whole incident, Vic has been a lot sweeter with Kellin. He’s been calling him pet names, doing things for him, just treating him like a king.

The boys cuddled up to each other, under the maroon blanket and black comforter on top.

“So there’s gonna be a party next week.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Wanna come with me?”

“Whose party is it?”

“A friend of Mikes. You know who he’s all … social.” Vic said with a shudder.

“You’re just as social as he is though.” Kellin said with a smile.

“Yes, but he wants to be friends with them and tries to talk to them first. People just approach me even if I don’t know them.”

“But that’s not how we met. If I remember clearly, you came up to me.”

“Yeah, well. Go to sleep.” Kellin laughed and Vic stared at him fondly. He’d never get tired of hearing him laughing.

“Oooh! This is my sing! Shush, I want to hear it.” The song though wouldn’t let Vic sleep. The beginning felt too relatable and it made him uncomfortable.

“You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now, here he comes”

Notes

Sorry for the delay and the awkward ending and everything wrong with this ch. it's not my best one but i'm working on the next one which will be the party and the only hint i'll give is dont hate me please