Kellin's POV

"You sooo like him..." Jaime said when we got in the car. I nearly choked on my tongue, "What?! No, I don't! That's crazy!" I said quickly. Mike just laughed, "Kellin, no white boy can resist a Fuentes..." I rolled my eyes. I mean, yes, Vic was attractive.. But we just met!

Tony rolled his eyes, "You know what'd be cute?" I knew I'd regret this. "What?" "Shipping you two. You are now known as 'Kellic'..." Kellic? Okay, that was pretty clever. "Whatever..." I mumbled, looking out the window at the city beside me. It was over 15 minutes before we showed up to the theater. We went in, grabbed our tickets, and Mike and I got the snacks... "Hey," Mike said, getting my attention while we were still alone. "Yeah?" "I'm cool with you liking my brother... But please, for me, don't hurt him... He's had a hard enough past as is... Promise me?" I nodded, "I promise."

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"Why?!" I shouted at the part where Baymax shot Hiro and the weird dude's daughter back to Earth, earning glares from the people around me. I was so emotional right now and Jaime said it was my "gay-ness" shining through like a freakin' rainbow. I retorted back that he didn't understand what this movie did to my feels...

Once the movie was over I was ranting all the way home about it. I also commented on how hot Patrick Stump sounded singing 'Immortals', letting my gay go like a double rainbow.

Somewhere along the way we got into the conversation of 'Male Pregnancy'. "It can happen!" I argued as we all exited the car. "But, how? Like, where does the baby go?" Mike asked. "A temporary uterus..." Tony and I said simultaneously. "I thought M-Preg was something made up by the Japanese..." I shook my head, "Nope. It's possible... Weird, but possible..." I said. "I don't think I'd like to carry a baby..." Tony said. "I wouldn't either. But, if my boyfriend/husband wanted it, I'd be okay with it..." All 3 of my friends gave me an odd look, "What?"

"Mike, Kellin is planning on getting your brother pregnant!" Jaime yelled. I started panicking, "No way! I never said anything about Vic! I was just saying in gen-" They laughed at me, the assholes...

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my key for my door, "Very funny. I'll see you guys tomorrow..." I grumbled, opening the door and entering the small area. I could hear music playing and I peeked around and saw Vic cooking. Food. Yay...! "Hey, Vic..." I said loudly, causing Vic to gasp, turn to me, and put a hand in his chest. "Sorry..." I said with a chuckle. He just glared playfully and stuck his tongue out at me. "What'cha cooking?" I asked. He wrote, 'Mexican food. Hard to spell name... ;p' "Oh, okay. It's not spicey right?" He shook his head and I sighed. "Good..." I don't like anything spicey...

I recognized the song playing. "You listen to Fall Out Boy?" Vic smiled and nodded. "Oh my god, I love you so much right now..."

Vic's POV

"Oh my god, I love you so much right now..."

I spun around and looked at Kellin with a shocked look. He looked just as surprised by what he said as I did, "Uh, Y-You know. 'Cause you like Fall Out Boy and I've n-never met another fan...?" He stammered nervously. I just smirked and put a hand on my hip. "Don't give me that look," He walked over and "booped" my nose, "Viccy-poo..." I rolled my eyes, 'Whatever you say, Kelly-bear...' He blushed ever so slightly. It was adorable! 'Who is your favorite FOB member?' I asked. "Favorite member? Pete Wentz. Mmm, that man..." He said. I chuckled, "Who is your favorite member, Vic?" I smiled 'Patrick Stump... I like dem white boys...' He burst out laughing and I smiled.

God, what is this boy doing to me? I met him just a few hours ago and I'm already falling for him... I feel a connection with him. Like.. We were destined to meet. I wonder if he likes me back... Woah, Vic, slow down there! Get to know the guy first.

"Is food ready?" He asked, snapping me out of my little daze. I nodded and made him a bowl, 'Try it.. It's good...' I wrote. Kellin took a bite and I swear he nearly fell out of his chair, "Vic... This is amazing! Oh my god, where'd you learn to make this?!" I looked down, blushed, and wrote, 'My mom. She's an AMAZING cook and she taught me... ;)' "Well, this is delicious..." I blushed more and turned around to make myself a bowl and to make it so he wouldn't see my blush...

How was I going to live with this boy for a year and a half...?