If I Mean Anything To You (Kellic FanFiction)

Chapter 10: I Really Do Love You

CHAPTER 10: 

----Kellin's POV---- 

I woke up at about five o'clock PM, the same day. I felt like absolute shit. My head was pounding, I was sweating so bad, my clothes were soaked, and I was worried to the point that I was sick to my stomach. I laid in bed for about an hour, staring up at the ceiling. Then, when I finally got the motivation to get up, I got ready in under an hour and went to the hospital. 

When I got there, I didn't really know where to go, so I went back to the emergency room. The waiting room was now full of people with different injuries. I saw one kid that looked about five clutching his arm and crying into his mother's side. 

I approached the desk awkwardly. The lady sitting there was pretty, but had obviously dyed blonde hair and her red lipstick made her look like she'd just eaten a bloody watermelon. She smiled up at me, clasping her hands under her chin. To me, it looked like she was trying to look cute. 

"How can I help you?" She asked, her voice way too high pitched for me. 

"Uh, I'm here to see Vic Fuentes. He was brought in last night after he got hit by a car." 

She asked me to spell his name while she typed it into the computer. "Hm, well it looks like he's been moved into in room 315." 

"Okay, thank you." I started to walk away. Out of the corner out of my eye, I saw her get up and run around to my side of the desk. 

"Um, I can walk you there if you'd like," she said with a bat of her eyelashes. 

I didn't protest or say anything, I just kept walking and she did all the talking. Being trapped in an elevator with her was awful. We finally got to the door of Vic's room, and she finally shut her mouth for a few seconds. 

"So, here we are."

"Thanks for walking me here, ma'am." All I wanted to do was run into the room and apologize and kiss Vic over and over again. 

"Please, call me Leda. And here's my number if you ever want to go on a date or something," she smiled. She was pretty forward about it, which surprised me.

"I hate to break it to you, Leda, but I'm gay. You're a very nice girl, and I'd love to be friends." Her face fell as soon as I said the word gay. She stared down at her hands. My heart softened a little for her. "It's okay." I took the number from her and tucked it in the pocket of my plaid over-shirt. "I'll call you and we'll hang out sometime." Her face brightened a little and she headed back down the hallway to the ER. 

I took a deep breath before slowly opening the door to Vic's room. He was awake, and watching TV, but he wasn't alone. A man was sitting in a chair next to his bed. He had on a normal business suit, but a small pink rose was pinned to his lapel. 

"Kellin! I'm so glad you're here!" Vic cried in a small, strained voice. He smiled weakly and it just broke my heart that I was the reason he had oxygen tubes up his nose, one leg in a full cast and one cast up to his knee. 

"Hey, Vic... How are you? Does anything hurt?" I approached his bed, the other man watching me closely. Vic shook his head, still smiling.

The man stood up and crossed to the other side of Vic's bed. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Leo Ellis. I'm a social worker assigned to Vic's case."

I looked at him, pretty confused. "Vic's case? Why does Vic have a case?" 

"Because he wasn't brought in by a parent, and, when asked where he lives and with whom, he told us he lives with his boyfriend, Kellin. We looked into it and saw that you're overage as of Saturday, thus I was assigned to investigate further." He was almost completely expressionless, except when he looked at Vic. 

My facial expression must've gotten very worried, because Mr. Ellis started to chuckle. "You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Quinn," he said. "Vic has told us everything we need to know. While your relationship maybe frowned upon by what's visible to the eye, what you've done is admirable to me. Vic told me all about his mother and how you took him in after knowing him for only a few hours. And, while you are overage, there's nothing illegal about you two as long as you don't sleep together. The police will search your apartment just for proof you're not doing anything wrong and that you are capable of taking proper care of Vic, with your permission of course."

I relaxed immensely, and gladly agreed to let my apartment be searched. I had washed and replaced the sheets since that night, and taken out the trash. There wasn't a trace of what happened that night, as far as I knew. 

I stayed with Vic for a couple hours, then went home in time for the police to arrive. All my neighbors were outside their doors, staring at me cruelly as the officers entered my house. They went through all the formalities, telling me what they were looking for and what would happen if they found it. They said that if they could prove I'd had "sexual relations" with Vic, I'd be arrested for statutory rape, and be registered as a sex offender for the rest of my life, even if it was consensual sex. I nodded through it all, although the word "rape" made me twitch a little. 

The only thing they questioned me about was the 45 condoms and five tubes of lube I had stashed in my bed side table. I told them I'd bought them when I was sixteen, and had never used them. They seemed a bit skeptical, but didn't mention it any further. 

As they were leaving, one of them commented on how mature and well-natured I was. I put on a smile to hide the guilt that was eating me from the inside at such a small comment. They congratulated me on being able to keep taking care of Vic, and they were gone. I sunk into the couch, unbelievably relieved that they hadn't found anything incriminating. 

I went back to the hospital, going through the ER to say hello to Leda and give her smile before almost sprinting to Vic's room. When I entered, the room was empty except for him, and he was asleep. I rolled the chair Mr. Ellis had been sitting in right next to the bed. I sat down and gripped Vic's hand under the bed rail. He didn't squeeze back so I knew he was asleep. 

"Goddamn the last couple days have been crazy. Well, the cops said I could keep you, thank God." I stopped to take a deep breath, glad Vic was asleep. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You've given my life meaning and made me feel important and loved again. When I said I couldn't love you, I was just scared you'd still leave because of my age. I was so scared... I've never been so afraid of anything in my whole life. Vic, I need you. I need your smile, and your laugh, and your stupid Mexican jokes you tell when I'm cooking. I need the way you fall asleep with your head in my lap during movies, and the way we do homework while you're sitting on my lap. I need the way we cuddle, the way that we kiss, and the way that you love me. I honestly think I'd die of a broken heart if you left." I took another breath, tears creeping up on me, not that I'd ever admit it. "I don't know if you already know this, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I really do love you, Vic. I love everything about you. I love your slightly crooked teeth and the funny way you write. I fucking love you." 

I rested my forehead on the back of his hand that I was holding and closed my eyes. Out of nowhere, I heard a small, choked voice say, "I know, Kellin." I jerked my head up to see Vic's eyes were open and he was tearing up. "I know you love me. I've known since the first week we met. People don't do some of things you've done unless you love the person you're doing those things for. And I know you were scared, and that's okay. I was scared too. I just chose not to show it." He smiled gently as a tear rolled down his right cheek. 

I stood up and bent over the bed. I kissed his cracked, already scarring lips like it was the last time I'd ever kiss anything. Our hands stayed together the whole time. 

When I pulled away for air, I stayed close to his face. "I love you, Vic, you goofy, nerdy bastard." We smiled and laughed a little before he lifted his other hand, which had three IV lines in it, and put it behind my neck to pull me in for another kiss.

I smiled into his lips, knowing this was the boy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I'd try my damnedest to make sure that's what happened.