He likes me too? But why? How, is a better question? How could anyone ignore my arrogant, bullshit
attitude and look past it enough to somehow find something that they liked about me? There was
literally nothing, absolutely nothing to like about me, and that's how I knew he was lying. I'm a dick to
everyone I meet, my appearance resembled actual trash, and I pretty much destroyed my own entire
life. How is there any good in that at all?
"Oh, um… okay then." I replied stupidly, standing and leaving the room before he could even make a
response. It was pretty rude to just leave him there like that, but he lied to me, I knew it, I could see it in
his eyes. I didn't want to be around someone who was only telling me false statements out of charity for
my gay little heart.
Before I knew it, I was out the back door, hopping the fence and stumbling through the woods, kicking
up leaves in annoyance and pity for my own pathetic existence. I knew I was an idiot, but did I really
have to be so stupid that I went and confessed my feelings to someone who would never even like me
back?
I stopped my angry pacing and looked up to take in my surroundings. Shit, I had gone a lot further than I
expected. I didn't think I could have been walking for more than ten minutes, but I was nowhere near
the building now. Maybe it was a good thing though; now no one would bother to walk this far to find
me. Hell, what am I talking about? No one cared to find me at all.
As soon as I found a suitable tree, I slumped down against it, just needing a place to be alone and think
about how much of an idiot I am. I hung my head, staring at the ground and absentmindedly playing
with the leaves and dirt, letting my brain take over to scold myself for my stupidity.
How could I have been so senseless? What on earth actually made me think he would like me back? And
why did I have to make it awkward enough for him that he actually lied to my face just to get out of the
conversation? Stupid. Just stupid.
The woods were almost completely calm and quiet, so I heard the footsteps right away. I didn't bother
to get up, though. Whoever it was, whether it was just Lucy coming to scream at me for leaving and give
me consequences, or even a serial killer coming to murder me where no one else could see; I wouldn't
care. I'd actually quite like to die; I've wanted to for a while.
Much to my dismay though, my visitor wasn't a murderer coming to take me down in the middle of the
forest. I should have guessed it; it was the boy who had been driving me crazy, which might've been
better than a killer, but also a lot worse. The person who was unknowingly stripping you of your sanity
by just being a fucking normal human being wasn't exactly the most anticipated person to see when you
were having a near breakdown over them.
"What do you want?" I croaked, my voice having nearly given up on me.
"I-It's time for dinner, and um, I-I just wanted to see if you were okay…" he trailed off; looking away, like
coming out here to talk to me was a bad decision.
Dinner? But hadn't it just been lunch? How long had I been out here feeling sorry for myself, anyway?
"Do you really care if I'm okay." It wasn't even a question, I knew he didn't.
"Yeah" he nodded his head, looking me in the eyes.
"Why though?"
He gave me a confused look. "B-because I-I like you, remember?"
I rolled my eyes. "Right, sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"D-do you think I'm… you think I'm lying?"
"I know you are."
"W-why would you think that?"
"Because why would you like me? No one ever has, no one ever will! Everyone just feels sorry for me,
and I'm sick of it! I hate how everyone always feeds me these lies and expects me to put up with it day
after day, because I'm just some stupid little gay orphan that they can push around and do whatever
they want with, because I act like I don't care! And no one stops them, because if I don't care, and no
one else does, then why the fuck should they stop treating me like a push-over?" I was almost yelling
now.
Vic stayed quiet, still staring at me, looking kind of… sad? I don't know. It looked like the same look
people gave me before they threw me another pity party. I didn't want that.
"Sorry, you can go now if you want. Just tell Lucy I'm not hungry, she can scream at me later." I
mumbled, my voice much lower.
"I'm not leaving."
My head shot up, giving him a look that might've looked like I thought he was stupid. But anyone who
would feel the need to stay with me alone in the woods had to be pretty dumb.
"Why?"
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Because I like you!"
"Would you stop saying that? You don't, okay! I know you don't!" I was getting kind of frustrated.
"Kellin, why can't you just believe me?" his voice softened.
"Because, why would I believe something that isn't even true?" I replied in the same tone, trying to get
my point across.
He sighed and walked the few steps over to the tree, sitting down next to me on the ground. We were
incredibly close and I wondered how he was pulling all of this off. No one had ever gone this far just to
lie to me over and over again. Maybe he wasn't lying…? No, he had to be; there was no way anyone
would actually want to be around me.
"Would someone who didn't like you, go through all this trouble just to find you and convince you that
they do?" he asked, locking eyes with me.
I shrugged, unable to find my voice. I was about to go insane; he was so close.
"Would someone who didn't like you, follow you around all day like an idiot because he just wanted you
to like him, too?"
I shrugged again. He almost had a point.
"And would someone who didn't like you, do this?" he questioned, biting his lip.
"Do wha-," I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was the
best few seconds I had encountered in a while.
He moved away, looking down, seeming like he was regretting what he just did and was on the verge of
getting up and leaving. I gave him a few more seconds to make his decision, but he didn't move. After a
bit more silence, I figured it was time one of us spoke.
"Why… why did you do that?" I breathed, taken aback.
"Because I like you." He replied in a small, quiet voice. He seemed afraid of what I was going to do next,
like I was going to hit him because kissing me was the wrong thing to do. If anything, it was the absolute
best thing he could've done.
"So… d-do you believe me, now?" he asked with worried eyes.
I waited a few more seconds before nodding. Something, something really idiotic and crazy and stupid
within him made him like me. I wasn't sure how, but he had managed to find something good in me and
decide that he liked me for it. I wasn't sure what it was, and I still had the smallest of doubts in the back
of my mind that it all was just one big scandal, but for now, I would say or do anything just to have the
possibility of him kissing me again.
"So, you like me?" I questioned, just to be sure.
He nodded with a small reassuring smile.
"Do we… do something about it?" I asked hesitantly.
He just shrugged and looked away.
"Wow, okay, so um…" I started, stuttering due to my small state of shock. "So… I like you, and for some
reason, you like me too, and um… well, we're both going to be here for God knows how long, and I don't
think either of us are getting out of here soon, and just… Jesus Christ, I'm not good at feelings." I sighed.
More silence followed as we both tried to work out whatever was happening.
"So… what does that, like… make us?" he asked, barely above a whisper.
I shrugged, raising my head to look him in the eyes.
"Let's just say… more than friends?" I questioned nervously, the possibility of rejection making me
anxious.
"Yeah… that sounds good." He replied, the corners of his mouth twitching up to give me the smallest of
smiles.
Even though it might've looked more like a forced grimace, I returned the smile, because I really needed
some way to show him that he was literally perfect, that he made me happy, and that now, he was mine.