Kellin Quinn is a beautiful soul. There isn't really another way to word it. He is beautiful, inside and out. But of course, the high school sophomore can't see it. He believes that he is worthless, ugly, useless, disgusting, and alone. He's a shy boy who doesn't talk to anybody in his classes at school.

Vic Fuentes is pretty arrogant. Really he acts tough to hide his tender heart, because "that's gay". He isn't gay, no sir. He screws girls all the time, almost every girl in the school has been with him at some point. But he can never quite get over the feeling that it isn't right, he still feels drawn to boys. But he isn't gay. Nope. Straighter than the pole your mom dances on. Ha,

"You're homework over the weekend is to finish that study guide and your presentations on the Prussian-German War. Test is Monday, presentations are due Tuesday. Have a good weekend."
The history teacher finished just as the bell rang. Seventh period was out, school was over, and the weekend was here. Kellin waited until almost everyone had left the classroom before he picked up his backpack to leave. He didn't want to run into any more students. They hated him, they all hated him. Why would they like a freak like him? In this small town it was enough to be gay. Let alone anorexic and socially awkward. And ugly. As he walked out the classroom he noticed that Vic was still in there. Just...sitting at his desk. He was looking down at his blank notebook; just...staring. Weird. Kellin pondered this as he took his stuff out of his locker, as he got his guitar out of the band room, and as he strolled, head down, to the edge of town. That unbelievably good-looking senior, just sitting at his desk. He wasn't moving at all. The far off look in his amber eyes haunted Kellin's thoughts all day. The younger boy couldn't stop thinking about him as he sat in that forest that borders town, where he spends most of his days. Just writing songs, doing homework, sleeping, day dreaming, finding reasons not to go back to his house. It wasn't safe there...

Vic Fuentes had slipped into a funk lately. Maybe it was depression, he didn't know. He didn't have any reason to be depressed though, his life was perfect. He partied every weekend, his parents didn't really care what he did, he was pretty much rich because of his dads share in an oversea oil company, he had fairly good grades, lots of friends, and pretty much did what he wanted. Everyone wanted to be him. He had no right not to be happy. You know full well why you're not happy, Vic. You've been pretending to be this other person far too long. He shook his head to stop himself from thinking. You're fine. He didn't want to go home though, not today. Strangely, he didn't really want to go to anybody's house to hook up either. It's not like he didn't have the choice. So the short Latino got in his Lexus (seriously, his dad had money) and just drove around. After about an hour he spotted the forest on the outskirts of town and thought, Huh, why not? He parked his car on the side of the road, hit the lock button twice, and stalked off into the woods. His tan feet walked for about twenty minutes when he heard it, a guitar. Someone really good at playing guitar was doing it and singing,

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am"

It was a girl's voice, and it sounded absolutely beautiful. She was changing up the song a little, adding her own twist to it. It sounded like an angel singing, 'maybe you ARE straight.'
Vic went on ninja mode, treading as quietly as possible so as not to spook her, he didn't want her to stop singing.

"And you can't find the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feel like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive."

SNAP! Vic stepped on a stick and the singing stopped. 'Shit!'
"Hello?", a voice called out, frightened, shaky, but unmistakably male. The Hispanic boy took a deep breath and a few more steps, then took in the picture in front of him. A small boy with milky white skin and long, wavy, black hair was sitting on the ground, leaning against a log, a guitar in his lap and paper scattered all around him. His piercing ice-blue eyes were wide with surprise, and he looked utterly confused and adorable. God, he was beautiful. 'Straight.'He looked vaguely familiar but Vic couldn't place him. No one else was in the clearing, no girl, just the boy. Vic would guess he was a junior, but they must not have any classes together. Surely he would remember a fave like that.

"Uh... Hey, how's it going?"

Kellin thought he was going to die. What was Vic Fuentes doing in his sacred place? Why was Vic Fuentes talking to him? What the fuck was going on? He couldn't find words to answer, his mouth got all dry and his hands got all sweaty. So he just nodded at his guitar as an answer. He was sure the angelic Mexican would leave in just a moment and that this was all a dream. But, if it was a dream... Hell, he was gorgeous. His smooth tan skin was stretched over finely tuned muscles that weren't too big, and his chest was quite visible underneath the v-neck tee he was wearing. Straight dark brown hair fell to his shoulders and was swept across his forehead in a perfect fringe. His lips were a neutral pink, and full and shiny and totally kissable... And they were talking, pulling Kellin out of his own thoughts.

"So... uhh... It looks like I'm interrupting you here... I'll leave you alone."

Wait, what? No! Kellin finally finds his voice, "You can stay if you want to," it was quiet, and he wasn't even sure why he said it. He half hoped the senior didn't hear it, but was entirely relieved when he did.

"Umm Okay. What are you doing?"

The smaller boy wasn't sure how to act, he was terrified of saying the wrong thing. Oh God this was awkward. 'What the fuck are you doing Kellin?'

"I was just uh.. playing guitar."

"Was that you singing earlier?" Vic's chocolate eyes were trying to consume all of Kellin's ability to gather thoughts. Wait, he had heard him singing? A deep blush filled his pale cheeks and the moss beneath his feet suddenly became very interesting,

"Uhh I-I-I... Yeah..." The older boy gave him a huge smile and his heart melted out between his toes. "You sounded really good. Your voice is so high." Oh god, was he making fun of him? Of course, there's a reason nobody had ever heard Kellin sing, he was terrible. He was terrible at everything. And his blush just got worse.

'Holy fuck, he's beautiful' God, Vic, stop. What was he doing? Making a great big fool of himself that's for sure. "your voice is so high"? Really Vic? Really?' Well, it was time to be brave again. He took a deep breath and sat down across from the smaller boy, who watched him with giant blue eyes the whole time. Then he heard a voice, that really quiet, but surprisingly deep voice, "So umm what are you doing here?" That was a good question, what was Vic doing here?
"I dunno. Just chillin' I guess."

Kellin raised a perfecctly sculpted brow, "You're out walking in the woods, in the middle of no where, just...chilling?"

"Uhh yeah... But you are too." This was true, the pale skinned boy was just out here, alone with his guitar.

"So uh, haha, come here often?" Vic asked jokingly, trying to break the ice. Those cobalt eyes averted back to the guitar in bony, white hands.

"Every day..."

"You come here every day?"

"Yup," the reply was curt, almost rude. He was probably annoying the other boy.

"So... yeah. I'm gonna go now. See ya." He tore his eyes away from the beautiful creature in front of him and forced his body to stand up.

"Bye."
The small Latino turn his back and slowly started to walk back into the trees. He stopped, "I'm Vic, bye the way. I didn't catch your name."

The reply was slow to come and impossibly quiet, Vic wasn't even sure he heard it, "Kellin. My name's Kellin."

Kellin. It was such an odd name, but it suited the small, strange, and utterly beautiful boy with the wild blue eyes. Vic found himself thinking about him the whole drive home, and into the night. Who was this mysterious Kellin?

The man in question was having a similar problem. Was what happened earlier even real? As soon as the Mexican had gone it seemed as if he was never there. The papers were still there, haphazardly scattered everywhere, the guitar case was still there, left open, his backpack was still there, unzipped, with a few notebooks falling out. Kellin was still there, stunned, confused, and now feeling a little lonely without Vic's presence. Everything was the same. Everything except Kellin of course, something in him was changed. His interest was sparked for once, someone had spoken to him. He wasn't sure he liked it either.