Kissing In Cars

Kellin's P.O.V.

I woke up from my nap, feeling a lot less tired. Victor was staring at some paper in his hands with a smile.

"What's that?" I asked. Victor immediately hid it behind him and his eyes went wide.

"Nothing...just a...a note I found on the ground."

"You seemed pretty happy about it. Was it for you?" I smiled.

"I'm not sure...I just really like it." Victor answered.

"Can I see it?"

"I'd actually rather not show you..." Victor mumbled. I understood and nodded. He stood up from his bed and came over to me, sitting down next to me. I was kind of confused when he just sat there looking at me.

"Um..."

"So you say you go to Clairemont?" Victor asked. I furrowed my eyebrows together, not knowing what was so important about this.

"Yea? What about it?"

"Did you like anyone at that school?" Victor asked quietly. He looked at me expectantly. Shit. Should I tell him?

"W-well...there was this guy but um...yea." I answered.

"Who was it? Maybe I know him?..." Victor asked.

"I-I don't think you do..."

"Oh come on, tell me who it is." Victor smiled.

"S-sorry, but no..." I spoke. I could of easily just said it was someone else...but I just don't want to lie to him.

"It's okay, you can tell me what he's like. What do you like about him?" Victor asked. I felt my face heat up, knowing it was already a deep red.

"He's perfect...I've liked him s-since freshmen year and I j-just love everything about him. We never really talked, but he's the nicest guy I know and he has the most amazing smile and the cutest laugh. I'm pretty sure he's never even known about my existence until recently...I kind of wish it stayed that way...I feel bad for him, having to be nice to me because I'm a loser. But he's actually the only one who is nice to me...and I like how kind he is....I-I'm sorry, is that t-too much?" I stopped and looked at Victor. His hair was covering his face and his head was down.

"N-no...you can keep going if you want..." Victor responded.

"Okay...I guess I also like how honest he is. I think about him a lot...and I hate liking him." I admitted.

"Why?" Victor asked. His head was still down.

"Because...h-he's a popular guy and p-popular guys don't like loser boys...there's no way in hell he'd ever like me. I'm ugly, I'm fucking dumb, I'm a nobody."

"Kellin, stop it. You're not any of those things. You're great! You're insanely attractive, you're smart, you're talented, you're sweet, you've got a killer laugh, a blinding smile, and eyes that melt. How could you say that about yourself?" Victor had finally looked up at me. He didn't look like he was lying...I wanted to believe him but it's hard to believe things like that when your whole life all you've ever been told is how worthless you are.

"I love it when you blush.." Victor whispered. "I..I think whoever that guy is, it's not impossible for him to like you. In fact, I think he just might feel something...you could have a chance."

"I doubt it." I insisted. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. God, I hate this. I like him so much and nothing's ever gonna happen. I turned my face away quickly and let another tear fall.

"Kellin, please don't cry. I'm sorry...but trust me, everything will work out in your favor.." Victor whispered again. I didn't look at him. I bet he wouldn't be saying that if he knew it was him. Then to my surprise, Victor's hand landed on my thigh. He grabbed one of my hands and held it in his.

"Let's talk about something else, Kells. You know what? I'll introduce you to my brother! He's cool, you'll like him." Victor smiled. He pulled me up from the bed, with our hands still together. Then we walked out of the cabin trying to find his brother. Did he call me Kells? ...it's cute..

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked.

"Because I like you. Just like I said before, what? Do you think my answers gonna change?" Victor laughed.

"I don't know...and why do you keep holding my hand? That's twice." I asked again.

"Does it matter?"

"Well no, but-"

"Then don't worry about it." Victor shrugged. For a second his hand went away but when it came back, he slipped his fingers in between mine. I swallowed hard, feeling a million butterflies fall into my stomach again. I squeezed his hand a little and looked at him. He was looking to the floor. I wonder what he's thinking about.

Notes

I hope you liked it! c; I like this chapter lol and OMFG I'VE DECIDED I'M GETTING A PIXIE CUT BUT I'M SO NERVOUS. DO ANY OF YOU HAVE ONE? TELL ME ABOUT IT.

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