Church Boy (Kellic)

Twenty-nine

TW: Homophobic slurs.

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I hear Vic knock on the door and I open it in an instant. I wouldn't lie about me waiting for him and being behind the door for the past ten minutes. "Hey, Kells, what's wrong-" I engulf him in a tight hug because I'm so sad and I just really need him here with me right now.

"I missed you so much." I mumble against his clothed shoulder, breathing in his scent. I don't care if that's weird. I missed him and his everything. His presence always calmed me down and I just missed having to hug him close to me.

"I missed you so damn much, too, Kells." He says, hand soothing my back comfortingly. We stood in the doorway for what seems like forever, just standing there and taking in each other's warmth and comfort. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"He went away, Alan." I whisper and Vic detached himself from me, holding me by my waist and that alone made these little shocks of electricity go through my entire body. Who knew a simple touch could drive me crazy and make me feel warm, all at once?

"Oh? Why? Where did he go?" He asks, genuinely curious and I shrug my shoulders weakly.

"I- he's going to his brother, he's moving in with him, I guess."

"Oh?" I just nod and Vic brought me in the house, closing the front door behind us. We sat down on the couch, not one of us speaking because I just couldn't. I never intend on hurting someone. I wanted to fix things, not push people away. "How are ya feeling?" He Vic asks, finger lifting my chin up and I look him in his eyes, his pretty brown eyes that I grew to adore oh-so much.

"Sad but kind of okay." I say and he smiles sadly at me, holding my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. His fingers seem rougher than usual and I flip his hand over, scanning the pads of his finger tips. "What are these?" I ask, my small hand going over these rough and white-ish bumps on his fingertips.

He chuckles, looking down on our mindless hands. "I've been practicing, guitar." He says and I smile, looking back up to his proud face.

"Really? I'm so happy you're playing again."

"Yeah, I was just feeling really inspired lately." He says and is that a blush across his cheeks? Vic actually blushing? Wow, what a sight to see.

"You're a cute blusher." I comment, fingers caressing his warm cheeks now and he shakes his head bashfully, biting his lip gingerly. "Vic, can I ask you something?"

"Hm, sure."

"Why do you like me?" I ask that one question that I've already asked three people in under two months. They all told me the same answer but I felt the need t ask him again. Was I being hopeful? Of course. Also, it would never hurt to just ask, right?

Vic smiles, the one that reached his eyes and made them twinkle despite the low light in the living room. He smiles that smile that made his cheeks blush cutely and made his nose ring more noticeable. He smiles that happy Vic smile that I am growing to like more and more that I see it. "I told you, you make me think of love."

"Love?" He hums, nodding.

"You make me think of love again, all about it and its endless possibilities. You make me think that I'm capable of being in love." He says and my mind went crazy, my stomach flipped and flopped and my heart jumped up to my throat. I could see imaginary fireworks going off in the background and I felt like I'm in total euphoria. Love, wow. I think out of all the words that I see inside the numerous books that I've read, that's my favorite word now since someone used it to describe me.

"Everyone's capable of love, silly." I say, just trying to counter him but also trying to ease down my flaming cheeks at the same time.

"Yeah but before you, I thought I was going to be an exception." I kiss him. I kiss him with so much love and admiration and appreciation. I kiss him because I missed him and I kiss him because he loves me and I think I love him, too.