My teachers lover (kellic)

ellin was a wonderful guy. i'm glad that he was mine. but i felt like i was hurting him by not knowing what to do. i didn't want to break him more by not knowing what to say. he needed me. i needed him. and if i lost him. i dont know. i would break. is it cheesy to say that i loved him?
i looked around my apartment and looked for something to do. i kept this apartment if i needed to get away. no body knew about me and kellin. i could go to jail. even though it was his senior year, he wasn't 18 yet.
i knew i should clean this place up. i knew i should. but i dint want to. i was far too lazy. if anything, kellin was the one that had been cleaning up after me. he had bad ocd. he hated when dishes were in the sink. he hated if there was stuff on the floor. he vacuumed at least 3 times a day. and it made him happy. so i said nothing.
he was adorable when he looked around the house and looked frustrated if a shoe was out of place. i would laugh and tell him to calm down, to which he would get sassy. he'd say "excuse me? you want to repeat that last part vic? maybe you should calm down." it was absolutely beautiful. i know im being that boyfriend but it's the truth. he made me so happy. and i hoped i made his days a little more bearable. he had been through enough shit in his life.
with his father never being there, and his mother dying. he was just a floating ball in the game of life. i loved it when he told me that he wouldn't be here without me.
and if he was so happy, then why would he try to hurt himself this way?

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