Monday morning Vic was driving to school, he usually went early to see his friends and borrow homework. Mayday parade was playing loudly in his black Lexus, and he was driving pretty slow, just taking his time. A red stop sign appeared in his vision and he stopped, a small, dark form in a black hoodie crossed in front of him. The Latino watched the person shuffle away, head down, earphones in. Wait. Is that Kellin? He pulled up alongside the small frame, hoping he was right. After taking a breath and putting on an air of confidence he honks the horn. The poor boy on the sidewalk almost jumped out of his skin. He turned and angrily yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—Vic?!" His large blue eyes looked about four times larger than usual and consumed his entire pale face. When he looked down embarrassedly Vic's heart broke just a little. He turned his music down and leaned out the open window, "Want a ride?"
He had half expected the boy to say no, so when he shook his head Vic wasn't surprised. He was surprised, however, when Kellin changed his mind. The dark head looked up and the ice-colored eyes locked with the Mexican's brown. A still small voice answered him timidly, "Yeah... That'd be great." Vic's eyebrows raised a little. Really? He leaned over and pushed the door open and the smaller boy got in.
Kellin looked out the window most of the ride, as they drove in silence. Finally Vic turned the music back up and the shorter boy perked up immediately.
"Is that When You See My Friends?"
The darker boy looked surprised to hear him speak, "What? Uh, yeah. Yeah it is. You listen to Mayday Parade?"
Listen to them? He knew every song by heart. "Yeah, I've heard them a couple times…" He tried to leave off with that, before Vic asked more questions. But he did, "That's so cool. What other bands do you like?"
Kellin shrugged, "Of Mice and Men, A Day to Remember, Paramore, Alesana, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Augustana, Death Cab for Cutie, Bullet For my Valentine… Stuff like that." He could've kept going for hours.
The chocolate eyes just watched with wonder, "Dude! Those are like, my favorite bands!"
"No way! That's really cool…" He's just trying to make conversation Kellin. Get a hold of yourself. He deflected conversation most the remainder of the trip.
Vic watched Kellin slink off to class. Why was he so drawn to this small and quiet boy? Why couldn't he get into his shell? Why did he want to? Gaaaaaaay. No. Vic, you're straight. Straight. Straight. Straight. Straight. STRAIGHT!
He slouched in his desk at the back of class and frowned at his hands. Jaime, one of his best friends, interrupted his mental argument, "Hey broha! What's up?" The fellow Mexican slid into the desk beside Vic. "Uh… Nothing… Ha." Jaime started telling him about some adventure he had on his way to school, but Vic wasn't listening. His mind was elsewhere. Last year he had had feelings for another guy, but he had ignored them and the boy ended up moving… He thought that was it. The Latino had sworn to himself that was the last time he would feel that way for anyone of the same sex. This couldn't be that… It couldn't. The way he felt about Kellin was different… it was stronger. And that scared him.
