Boy x Boy {Band One Shots}

Internet friends (Kellic)

Damn, this turned out much longer than I intended to. 7385 words...

Also, Kellin is half German, half American in this because... I was bored??? And I wanted him to come from another country than America and German is the only language I'm completely fluent in.

When someone's talking another language besides English in this, it's either translated in the following context of the story or the translation is put in parentheses underneath the paragraph in bold letters.

The ending is kind of shitty because I just wanted to finish this already.
This isn't completely proof-read either.

Edit:
Aw crap, I totally forgot to say
Possible trigger warning: a few homophobic comments

Anyways, enjoy~

Vic and I have met on Instagram a bit over two years ago now.
He must have randomly found me on that app because we didn't know each other, when he started following me. One day, he had commented under a picture I've posted, and since he seemed like a very interesting guy -and was very attractive, added to that- I started a conversation with him in the comments, what resulted in him, messaging me in the dm's and eventually in us, exchanging numbers.
Since then, we've been texting almost every day, and video chatting at least three times a week.

Vic has been pretty shocked, when I told him that I actually lived in Germany.
First, because of the huge time difference. I mean we were nine hours apart. And second, because my English was very good and I even had an American accent.
I had explained to him that my mom has been born in Germany but moved to the US, after she finished school, where she met my father, who was American. I've been born and raised in Michingan, growing up bilingual so that my English and German were almost equally good. Only almost, because my English was slightly better since everyone in my environment always had been talking English because we lived in America. But when I was in elementary school, my parents didn't get along very well anymore, until they got divorced, when I was eight.
My mom decided that she wanted to move back to Germany, where her whole family still was, and I went with her.
Now, I was 16, what meant, that I had been living in the US one half of my life and the other half in Germany.
I also told Vic, that I was planning on moving back to America, when I was old enough because I had felt more at home there.

Right now, I was video chatting with Vic again.
Even though we haven't seen each other in real life, we were really close friends by now, and I felt more secure when I talked to him than when I talked to my German real life friends.
I also had to admit that I might have been slightly -or more than just slightly- crushing on Vic since almost a year now. I wouldn't tell him, though because I didn't even know if he was gay. He didn't know that I was gay, either because for some reason, we've just never talked about things like that.

"How is school?", Vic asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, fuck you", I rolled my eyes, "Just because school didn't start for you yet." He chuckled at that and I had to grin.

"No seriously, how was your day?", he wanted to know. It was currently 6pm for me, that meant it was 9am for him. That gap was just insane.

"Mostly shit", I shrugged, "My teachers are all assholes and my class consists mostly of idiots. This year will be fun", I groaned, "It's been only one and a half weeks, and we're already drowning in homework."