Days Like These

Kellin woke up feeling sore and like death. He couldn’t remember what happened last night and when he tried, his headache would increase. Shifting under the blanket, he froze. Why are his boy bits laying out and about? Why is he naked?

It’s a nightmare. Yeah. He just needs to close his eyes tightly and pinched himself ten times. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw that he’s still here, and not in his bed, fully clothed might he add, where it’s safe. Doing the same process five times, and still getting the same results, he began freakin out.

Then he felt the bed shift and someone groan. He froze in his place, closing his eyes tightly, and prayed to any higher being that the person would still be asleep. After two long minutes, the person behind him stopped moving and their breathing fell steadily. Kellin looked around, noticed a pair of shoes, and clothes that belonged to … Vic.

Holy shit! Vic! He’s in Vic’s room, naked and under the blanket. He risked turning onto his back, which itself was difficult from the pain he felt in his ass, and turned his head to the right slowly. There was Vic. The blanket was loosely draped across the location his ass should be in. Kellin slowly lifted up the blanket a bit and let it go quickly when he saw Vic was in his birthday suit.

He sat up quickly, despite the headache he had and looked for his clothes. He found his shirt and jeans folded on top of a dresser so he walked to retrieve them. When he looked for his underwear, he couldn’t find them. Could this day get any better? He had to go commando. Once he had his clothes on, he found his shoes at the foot of the bed, he slipped them on and waddled out of the room.

Quietly walking down the hallway and down the stairs, Kellin slipped out of the house and walked to his. Finding the key in the mailbox, he entered his home and went straight to the kitchen.

“Oh! Hi.” He said when he saw Katherine sitting at the island with a mug of coffee and iPad.

“Good morning. How was the party?”

“Um, ok. It was loud and um it wa-.”

“You don’t remember much do you?” she asked when she looked up with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

“No.” Kellin sighed in defeat. “Sorry. I just wanted to forget everything for a few minutes and there was so much.”

“Well, eat a slice of toast and drink Ginger-Ale. You can’t have an Advil because it’ll be bad since you already have the other pills and alcohol in your system. So why are you home so early? I didn’t expect you here until well after twelve.”

“What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“Oh.”

“Did something happen?”

“Well … define something.”

“Were you hurt or harmed?”

“I woke up in Vic’s room.”

“And? Did he hurt you?”

“Well, I don’t know. I found us … under the same blanket … naked.” Kellin whispered.

“Naked?” Katherine yelled in outrage, completely disregarding Kellin’s headache, which rude. “I’m going over there an-.”

“No!” Kellin said as he stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving the kitchen.

“No? Why not? You’re my s- like my son! I will not take this sitting!”

“No because I don’t know what happened yet! Let me … let me talk to him later and then I’ll sort it out. Promise.”

“Fine then.” She said with a sigh. “You must be tired though. Go to the closet, get the fluffiest blanket and sleep on the couch.” Kellin nodded and gave her hug.

“Can I change first? I feel gross.”

“Might as well go shower. Just freshen up and I’ll have a nice bed for you down here.” With a small thanks, Kellin went to do as he was told; quickly forgetting that he woke up naked next to his friend.

That is until he saw the hickeys on his neck and the color drained from his face.

The pain shooting up his backside and the hickeys could only mean one thing.

“We had sex.”

*

The sunlight shone through the curtains, giving the room a greener appearance. Vic rolled onto his back and stretched, making his back pop in all the right places. He slumped back down with a satisfied sigh and stayed looking at the ceiling while the events from last night slowly took over his brain.

He sat up with wide, panic ridden eyes and looked around his room. There’s no condom package or condom in sight. There’s also no Kellin in his bed. Quickly pulling on clothes he found on the floor, Vic ran out of his room and down the steps. There was no Kellin anywhere in sight.

“There he is!” Jaime shouted. “The man of the hour! You know it was hard to sleep while you and Kellin went at it last night. Got himself a good pair of vocal chords.”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” Tony quickly chased, hitting him in the back of the head. “Where is Kellin anyways?”

“I thought he was here with you guys.” Vic said worriedly.

“Nope, we’ve been up since ten and haven’t seen him since last night after the whole … ordeal.”

“He’s home.” Mike said from his spot on the table.

“How do you know?”

“I have a message from Katherine saying he’s home and to not, she capitalized it, go over there for the day. Or until Kellin says it’s fine.”

“Vic,” Tony said carefully and slowly. “What exactly happened last night?”

“We had sex, but like, I asked him if he was sure and he said yes and then it happened but he freaked out once or twice and I calmed him down. I thought it was a bad idea but he insisted. Ugh I’m such an ass!”

“Well, we’ll just give him some time.” Jaime said as he scrolled through his phone. “Maybe it’s just the aftershock.”

*

And they did give him time. Almost two weeks (and no Vic was not marking it, thank you very much) with Kellin avoiding them. During classes, Kellin sat either up front, or all the way in the back but never near any of them. During lunch, they didn’t see Kellin anywhere (they never bothered to check the library) and when they’d walk home, Kellin was either going inside or

Katherine was picking him up.

It’s not like Kellin was trying to be mean either, but … like … he woke up naked dammit! And next to his best friend! It’s been eating at him and he sort of wishes he could remembered but at the same time, he’s happy he doesn’t because he probably looked like a fool. It’s quite hard being Kellin sometimes.

But time went on and things got even more complicated.

“Kellin, sweetie, I think you should talk to Vic.” Katherine said one night while they were in his room. He hadn’t left his room much, only to go to school and to the bathroom.

“I will. When I get over this.”

“It’s almost been a month.”

“Only two weeks.”

“Kellin.” She said with a sad sigh.

“It takes time.”

“Ok, you’re right.” She said with a sigh as she rubbed his blanket covered foot. “Eat a bit yeah?” with a nodded as a response, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Kellin fell asleep without touching his food.

*

He woke up at six a.m., rushing into the bathroom and throwing up nothing. Katherine came rushing to the bathroom after being awakened by the noise.

“I didn’t make myself do it!” Kellin cried. He was going to continue but stopped because he had to heave. “Make it stop! I don’t want to die!”

“Kellin, you’re going to be fine. Just continue and when you’re done, I want you to go to bed. I’ll call the school and then work.”

After what seemed to be the longest five minutes of Kellin’s life, he was finally done and he stood up on shaky legs, starring at himself in the mirror. He looked sick. His skin was pale, his hair was oily, he was covered in a cold sweat and he looked dangerously skinny. He brushed his teeth and headed straight for his room where he found saltine crackers and a few cans of Ginger Ale on the trunk next to his bed.

Katherine came in a few times to make sure he was ok and it made Kellin feels warm somewhere inside where his heart should be.

“I feel like death!” Kellin moaned out in annoyance on Thursday morning when he saw Katherine come into his room with a bag. “Did you bring me food? I’ll throw it up.”

“No, it’s not food. Um … don’t get mad but I want you to do something. It’s nothing bad but … just try?”

“What is it?” Katherine put her hand in the bag and took out some box. Not just any boxes but, like a pregnancy test box. “What! You think I’m. And why? But like? No vagina!”

“It’s not uncommon Kellin. Please? I’ll put my mind at ease if-.” Kellin cut her with a ‘when’ “they come back negative.”
“Fine.” Kellin took the bag and locked himself in the bathroom. “Here goes nothing.”

Notes

Sorry it's short. didn't know what else to add. but I'm working on ch 17 atm so like, i'll try to update next thursday around this time.