Mike shook me awake an hour later, like he promised. When I woke, I saw that Alex and Jack had already gone, and only Mike and Vic were waiting for me.

"Come on Austin, time to get up. Let's go." I turned on my side.

"A few more minutes mom...geez." I heard him chuckle before he pulled me and threw me on the floor.

"I'm not your mom dude. Come get up, it's time to raid the kitchen." I quickly stood up, rubbing my head slightly and began to follow the other two.

"So what's this kitchen raid?" I asked as we head down the hall, and to the bottom of the staircase.

"The kitchen raid. It's when Mike, Me, Alex, Jack, Kellin, Zack, and Jesse, run off and trick the cooks. We pull pranks on them to get the sweets cabinet." Vic turned around and looked at me, bright brown eyes looking as if he was about to cry.

"Hey are you okay?" I ask, my eyes giving off a sympathetic look for him. Mike immediately snapped around, "Vic, baby? What's wrong?"

Vic's eyes snapped towards me then back at Mike, as his lip began quivering and he began to whimper. Mike's arms immediately went around Vic as he began to whisper and leave little pecks all over his face and neck.

"No, none of that sweetheart. We weren't demanding anything of you, no need to get scared like that. It's okay.."

I went over and began rubbing his back as well, just so I didn't feel half as horrible. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Vic..I shouldn't have said anything.."

He looked up at me and only shook his head. "No Austin, it's fine. It doesn't matter anymore. It's my disorder, it's not your fault.." He soon got up, shaking his hoodie a bit before walking ahead of me and Mike. "I-I'll go ahead Mikey, I'll see you guys in the dining hall..." And Vic slowly walked along, as Mike and I watched.

I then looked at Mike, eyes screaming at how sorry I was. He only smiled, and shook his head. "It's all right Austin man. He gets like that sometimes, he does. It's his anxiety and disorders talking. He'll be fine later. No need to apologize."

"Oh..okay.." I only shook my head as we began walking again. "Can I ask another question Mike?"

"Yeah sure, what's up?"

"Do you know what goes on behind those closed doors? Where the ones who "disobey" are taken?"

He stooped right in his tracks, as his fists began to clench. "I-I got a glimpse. That was after they let Vic go."

My eyes widened. "Vic's been in there. He doesn't like to talk about, but he knows exactly what happened, and why."

The way he showed so much anger scared me. He seemed like a quick, impulsive thinker when he was angry. I immediately began to back up.

"I'm sorry for asking! I-I didn't mean to, I-I...!" I began stuttering, and at this rate, I might begin to shake just like Vic did, and break out in an all out panic attack, right here in the middle of this hallway.

Mike turned around, fists unclenched. He looked at me with apologetic eyes. "I-I sorry...what they did made me so angry, I just couldn't..."

I shook my head, waving my arms in complete and utter sorrow. "Totally sorry for a-asking! I didn't mean to intrude or anything,..I!" I began stuttering. My eyes darted from room to room, watching as other boys began to come out of their rooms. I shook violently, my body failing and hitting the floor. The sweat pouring down my face, got into my eyes blurring my vision.

Well, at least my thoughts are still in tact. And right at this moment, I thought, I'm having a fucking panic attack.

"Austin! Austin! Dude! Calm down!" Through my blurred vision, I saw Mike, his arms reaching around me in the same way he held Vic.

"It's gonna be alright man, just shhh.." He let go as I began to calm down, and I felt another pair of arms wrap themselves around my shaking body. As I turned, I was faced with a beautiful pair of ocean blues. Kellin.

I immediately began to feel extreme comfort, as he smiled and nodded at me. I took that as an, "Everything's going to be okay" look. My eyes darted back to Mike as he helped me up. Kellin wrapped his arms back around me, giving me a tight squeeze for last minute comfort.

"Austin man, it's my fault alright? I made you break down like that, I should be sorry.." I nodded my head slightly, "it was my fault for asking in the first place anyways.." He gave a sympathetic smile before continuing to walk down the hall as the other boys headed back to their rooms.

I only stood there, rubbing the back of my head. Kellin came beside me again, only to intertwine his hand with mine. I blushed crimson fucking red, with wide eyes.

"Kellin, what..a-are you doing?" Oh, lord, please, no more fucking panic attacks. Please, if Kellin keeps at this, I'm sure as hell about to have another one. Oh god, please someone.

Meanwhile, through all of my manic thoughts, he had finished writing his response to me. Holding the paper to my red face, he smiled lightly.

Austin, I really fucking like you. I really do even if we just met today. Sorry if its sudden, my heart just fucking fluttered. But we don't have to be in a relationship if you don't want too, I me-

Flipping a page, he continued to finish the rest of his response.

-an like, we can...ugh I don't know, and my hand is beginning to hurt from all this writing. We'll just figure it out as we go, yes?

He smiled widely as I finished reading. I looked at him and smiled a smile just as wide. I stared him straight in the eye, before locking my lips onto his. I didn't mean for the kiss to go far, just a little peck, but I guess our tongues said otherwise. It turned to a full make out session, and by the look on Kellin's face, he was enjoying it. My hand wandered to his jeans, but I pulled back just in time. I didn't want to take things too far now.

Well that's old Austin right there, always moving so fucking fast. We soon stopped after we heard footsteps. And we needed to breathe anyways (What?! Who needs to breathe air?!). Kellin stared at me, his chest heaving up and down, and the sound of his slight breathing. He quickly grabbed his tiny notebook, scribbling his response as fast as he could.

Oh my fucking god Austin. If I could talk, I'd be talking a mile a minute, about how great that kiss was. This "thing" we have'll be out dirty little secret, right?

I smirked and nodded. "Our dirty little secret baby." I kissed him again, and his hand intertwined with mine as we walked down the hallway. He snuggled up to my arm, doing whatever he could to get my scent on him. My god he's crazy. But that was one of the things I liked about him. Even though he was mute, he didn't let that stop him from being himself or having fun. In fact it made him want to go out and do a lot more than people thought he was able too.

He soon let go, me, myself already missing his soft, godly touch. But I soon realize the ungodly reason why. Headmaster Bokan was heading our way now. He came up to us, jumpy, seeming excited for no apparent reason. Maybe because I was a new inmate, or just plain fresh meat for someone else's fucked up pleasure. I slowly, tensed up, Kellin slightly crawling behind me.

"Why are you hiding Kelly my dear?" He asked, his Cheshire smile, creeping the fuck out of me.

"It's Kellin," I muttered angrily. "What do you want Beau?!" I snapped at him.

"My name to you, you worthless fucking inmate is Headmaster Bokan. Get it right, before you do something you'll regret.." He snapped back at me, his tone harsh and laced with venom. Kellin clenched tighter into the hem of my Iron Maiden t-shirt. I looked back at Kellin, his eyes widened with fear. Slowly shaking his head, he mouthed a small, "no". I looked back at Beau, his eyes shining a dark color.

"Now if you excuse me, I need to talk to Kellin.." I saw Kellin shift behind me some more, before jumping behind me completely as Beau came closer.

"If you want to talk to him, talk to him here." I stood my ground, protectively wrapping my arms around the small boy behind me.

"Fine. If you want to be a stubborn fucking inmate," he then snapped around and looked at Kellin. "You're next appointment is this Friday at 5 am, 2 hours before waking time. Don't be late. You'll be punished."

Beau then left again, his snicker echoing in my ears. As soon as he was gone, I snapped around, my eyes darting to Kellin's. They hurt Kellin too? How many others have they hurt? Everyone here?!

"Kellin baby, they hurt you too?" I felt so hurt already, and I just got here. I swear the pain is just radiating off these poor boys. I looked back at Kellin as I saw tears falling from his face, as he nodded violently.

"Oh my god.." My arms went around him, squeezing him tightly, trying my best to be of any help. "It'll be okay baby, alright? I won't let them hurt you or anyone else for that matter..darling you'll be okay.."

Kellin nodded once again, his beautiful smile returning to his gorgeous face for the time being. Wiping away his tears, I smiled lightly. "Come on, lets get ready for the kitchen raid." We walked down the hall, Kellin keeping himself close. But as close as he was, it still wasn't close enough for me. We hit the end of the hallway, looking around as the younger boys ran past screaming after each other. I looked around wondering how these guys even found their way around here. I mean, this place was a maze, even after I had met Kellin, the way to get to these rooms, you had to go through a maze of hallways (probably that's why I officially hate hallways).

"Where's the kitchen..?" Like seriously, where the fuck was it? Kellin pulled my arm, pointing to the stairs. Well down we go. He dragged me down, running off and making a left into two giant metal doors. Oh finally something that wasn't purple or black! Passing through, I saw those two kids from earlier, Tony and Jaime, running out with tiny square cakes in their mouths.

"TONY! JAIME! Oh why are those two so troublesome...?" Turning around, I was faced with one of the headmasters. The red-headed one, Headmaster Mullins, I think it was.

He turned to us, smiling. "Kellin! Oh and I see you have Austin with you. Well I was just about to leave, but found Tony and Jaime in the kitchen again. Well you two, have fun and enjoy yourselves, alright?" And with that short conversation, he was gone, speed-walking out of the dining room doors. I turned to Kellin, who was smiling as he left. He looked back at me, snuggling his face back into my shoulder.

"Nice guy, I'm guessing?" Kellin nodded and immediately pulled out his tiny notebook.

Amazing guy, he was forced to work here. He really tries to help us you know. He and Headmaster Biersack. They're the only ones who really want to help.

I nodded in understanding, before Kellin pulled me to a ledge by the open kitchen window. My eyes wide, he only nodded at me, and put his finger to his lips. He then pointed to the darkest corners of the room and some smaller spaces. In one corner, I saw two familiar faces, Mike and Vic. The next corner he pointed to had Alex and Jack. Some of the smaller spaces contained a red-headed boy, and some other guy who looked way too old to be even talking to us.

Kellin tapped my shoulder as he held up his notebook.

The red-headed one is Jesse, he's my best friend, and the other is Zack, he hangs with us all the time.

Oh okay. Well, that explains those two. But one question. How are we gonna raid this kitchen? It's like Mike heard my thoughts, because exactly when I asked that to myself, he was already next to me, Vic holding his hand tightly.

"Ready Austin?"

"Well what's the motherfucking plan?!" I asked, somewhat rudely, but hey, it was my first time, I needed to know so we wouldn't mess up.

"Well, the motherfucking plan is that Vic and Kellin, break that chandelier up there, and then after, all the cooks leave the kitchen to the mess we've created, Alex and Jack will act as late distractions. Then, Jesse, You, Zack, and me jump in, steal the sweets, and we get our asses out of here. Sound good to you?"

"Do we really need to break the chandelier?" I asked. Were breaking things really necessary in this plan?

"These sweets are the best of the fucking best. This place may be a mental fucking asylum, but it has the best motherfucking shit I've ever seen and/or eaten in my life. SO YES. BREAKING THE GODDAMN CHANDELIER IS NECESSARY."

Holding my hands up in defense, I turned and looked at Kellin. "Okay, fine, I was just asking...geez." Kellin looked back at me and giggled. Holding up his notebook, he kept at his adorable giggling.

Ready babe?

Babe? Oh my god. I blushed deeply as I read the paper, and gave him a peck in return. "Whenever you are." He nodded, jumping into his position. Kellin and Vic, slowly crawled in the shadows, jumping right in front of the giant metal doors. I followed Mike to the swinging door that led into the kitchen as Jack, and Alex jumped over tables into their positions by the chandelier. Zack and Jesse followed closely behind us, Jesse having his ass smack accidently by the door.

As everyone got into place, Mike nodded at everyone, and got nods in return. "We're ready." And before I knew it, I saw Vic jumping up, climbing walls, with his skinny figure. He currently had his hand locked onto a hook that hung from the walls of the giant room. Kellin followed closely behind him, running under him to keep catch him if he fell. Vic quickly made it to the chandelier, jumping onto it, the chandelier swaying from his weight. I saw as he took a razor blade from his pocket and began to quickly cut the rope. Kellin began to look around, eyes darting from the metal doors to the open kitchen window. I saw Alex and Jack get up form the places behind the table, ready to help with whatever came next.

"Jump now Vic!" Wait, jump?! Two seconds later, I saw Vic jumping from the chandelier, and landing in Alex and Jack's arms as the chandelier hit the ground, shattering into a million pieces. The cooks in the kitchen began filing out, as the other four boys hid away. And that was our cue. Mike, Jesse, Zack, and I ran into the kitchen heading to the burgundy cabinet in the very back of the kitchen. Snapping it open, Mike quickly grabbed a handful of multi-colored sweets and ran. Zack, and Jesse doing the same, and me, myself, grabbing a giant cake and running like it was the end of the world.

As we snuck out, I saw as the cooks, circled around the chandelier, wondering how it fell from it's place on the ceiling. I saw Vic, and the others following quickly behind us, as we ran down the maze-like halls, and into the familiar hall where our rooms were planted at. Running into our room at the end of the hall, Alex quickly closed the door behind all eight of us. I put the cake on the table as the other boys high-fived each other in great appreciation. I just sat there, dumbfounded on the whole situation. I could've swore I even saw Headmaster Radke in one of the rooms we passed.

Kellin, seeing my worried expression, walked over to me, putting his arms on my shoulders lightly, rubbing small circles in them. Vic followed close behind sitting in front of me with a saddened look on his face.

"Austin..? Austin, what's wrong..?" I look at Vic, wide-eyed, surprised he'd even ask that question.

"Well for starters, you broke a chandelier! Then, we stole a WHOLE BUNCH OF SWEETS FROM THE KITCHEN! And now I'm scared of the fact that we'll caught and whatever's happening behind those closed doors will happen to us!" I didn't mean to yell, but I was just so scared.

Vic, flinched a bit, and I was expecting a panic attack from him. But no, I was on the verge of a panic attack. Me. But looking quickly at Kellin, my heart settled down, and so did my anxiety.

"It's okay Austin. We're hardly ever caught." Alex said as he came over smiling.

"And if we are, it's usually Headmaster Mullins or Headmaster Biersack who catches us. They always let us off the hook." Jack said brightly. I only looked around, shocked at how calm these guys were. Kellin came up, pecking my cheek a bit before pulling me to sit me back down. Mike, coming and sitting on the other side of me, put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"They're right. It's okay Austin. Let it go. Let's just enjoy this shit and move on with our lives." And with that, he picked up a small square cake, covered in blue frosting. It had black swirls on it, and so to say, it looked so fucking tempting. Well, like mom always said, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I took the small cake, biting into it, but only slightly. And Michael Fucking Fuentes was right. This shit, was the shit. It was fucking amazing. Better than old Aunt Carlile's home baked cookies. I took another bite, smiling like a little girl who just got her One Direction dolls in the mail.

Kellin's face lit up as well, eyes shining. He smiled widely at me, urging me on to eat more. It seems everyone around me was waiting for my answer to how great these sweets were. "They're good."

"They're good!?" Zack piped up. "Are you kidding me?! Oh sweet lordy Jesus grant me the power to tell this boy otherwise!"

"No need to get religious Zack buddy." Jesse said slapping his back and chuckling. I looked at them, shaking my head.

"Okay, it's better than good. It's fucking amazing okay!?" I screamed cramming another cake into my mouth.

"Alright! That's what's up Austin!" Mike yelled, holding up another small cake (which I swiped out of his hand). Turning the music up, he grabbed another cake, (and his brother) and began dancing. Well hell, we all did. Even though Taylor Swift's "22" was playing, we danced like a bunch of epileptic motherfuckers. Grabbing another cake, and Kellin, I took him into my arms, swaying him around on my bed, singing along to the track.

"Everything will be alright if, you keep me next to you! You don't know about me! But I'll bet you want too!" I sang loudly, not caring about what was going on at all. I've never been this happy since my mothers' death. It seemed my depression, melted away when I was with Kellin. And it's strange. I've only known him for a few hours, and yet I feel I've known him for a lifetime.

From staring into your eyes, to kissing you without permission, and now, to dancing with you, while eating a multiple of sweets, I swear.

Kellin.

You'll be the death of me.