Collide With This Guy

We left early to the party, since Mike wanted to catch Tony while he was still sober. I agreed to that, and luckily Kellin’s parents were already gone so they didn’t see us leaving.

“Wait,” Kellin said suddenly, as we walked out of my house and out to my car.

“What?”

“What if my mom comes home and sees that your car is gone? What if she figures out that we went somewhere?” he asked, sounding incredibly anxious. His eyes grew wide and worrisome. I bit my lip, not entirely sure how to work my way around it. In all honesty, I wanted to just tell him to forget about her because she should have trusted him more than she did. I mean, sure he was sneaking out now, but honestly.

“Take mom’s car out of the garage, and then close it,” Mike suggested. “Then Mom’s car will be in the driveway, and she really has no business knowing whether your car is in the garage or not. “

It sounded like something that might work. I wasn’t too keen on having to switch cars, but I went back inside and quickly made the switch, leaving mom’s car outside, and closing the garage. I put my mom’s keys back in the house before jogging back outside and getting into the drivers’ side. I took note of the fact that Mike was in the back, and Kellin was in the passenger seat.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to be in the front seat? That’s only for big kids,” I teased, as Kellin rolled his eyes and put his head back against the headrest.

“You’re so funny,” he said, sarcastically. After I had pulled out of the driveway, Mike suddenly leaned forward, so that he was in between Kellin and me.

“Nose game!” he shouted, quickly bringing his finger up to his nose, as Kellin did the same.

“What the fuck, what for?” I snapped, obviously the loser as I still had my hands on the wheel.

“Designated driver. No alcohol for you, Vic,” he said, as he reached over to attempt a fist-bump with Kellin, which just looked extremely awkward.

“You’re stupid, Mike,” I grumbled, “Obviously I’m the designated driver- I’m the only one with a fucking drivers’ license… do you even drink, Kellin?”

“No, I’m not old enough,” he said, sending Mike into a fit of laughter.

“That’s funny, I’m sure eighty percent of the people at this party aren’t either,” I chuckled. Kellin bit his lip and sank back into his seat. “If it makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to stay.”

“No!” He said quickly, sitting back up. “I want to go, I’ve never been out like this before, I don’t know when I’ll get another chance.”

“I feel like we’re corrupting him,” Mike commented. I felt a grin spreading across my face.

“Oh, we totally are,” I joked.

When we got to Tony’s house, we followed Mike inside, where we met Tony in the hallway. There were several people that were already there, but the party really hadn’t even started yet. Tony was a nice guy, I guess. He was covered in tattoos and had these big gages in his earlobes.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” he said, after Mike had introduced us to him. “Mike tells me you guys put a pretty good song together, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. I had my guitar with me, and held it up to show him that I had come prepared. He nodded, seemingly impressed with that, and motioned for us to follow him downstairs to the basement.

“You can be in here now, but as soon as the party gets going, this room is off limits to every single person,” he warned, before opening the door to a small home studio. It was pretty awesome. He had several guitars, a drum kit, a keyboard, almost every instrument lined up against one wall, and a set of mics and various wires set up across from it, next to a computer and couple of other gadgets that I didn’t know the names of. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Oh, right,” I said, realizing that I was spacing out as I took everything in. I set down the case and removed my guitar before taking a seat in a nearby chair next to Kellin. “Um, yeah, so I wrote this song, and Kellin’s going to sing it.”

Tony nodded and folded his arms across his chest. I was a little nervous, this was more people than I usually let listen to my songs. In fact, I never really let anyone listen before.

I looked down and started playing, then over at Kellin, who started singing. He messed up on the words in a couple places, but that was okay, because he had only just learned it. He still sounded like a fucking angel, though.

“That was impressive,” Tony said, nodding once we were done. “But… have you ever thought of reworking it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. He shrugged.

“I don’t know, like making it heavier?” he suggested. “The acoustic’s nice, but there’s so much more you could do with the song- I like it though, a lot.”

“Um, thanks,” I shrugged.

“You guys should come over some other time, and I’ll show you what I mean,” he said, checking the watch on his wrist. He smiled. “But now it’s time to party.”

“Fuck yeah,” Mike said, bumping against his friend as we headed back upstairs. I noticed that Tony locked the door behind him, almost seeming paranoid about it. I would have been paranoid, too. Drunk idiots plus expensive music equipment did not sound like a good combination.

There was a lot of awkward wandering around as Tony started blasting some music to the point where you could feel it more than you could actually hear it. It caught Kellin off guard, and he took a step closer to me as the room quickly began filling up with people. He looked a little intimidated, so I grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of the kitchen through a few groups of people.

“I don’t know what to do, Vic,” Kellin told me, or yelled at me, really, over the music.

“Just have fun!” I exclaimed, exaggerating a happy face so that he would get the point, just in case he couldn’t hear me over the music. He still looked a little uncomfortable, so I turned to the kitchen table, which was set up with various arrays of alcoholic beverages. I grabbed a cup, some vodka, some peach schnapps and some orange juice and set it out in front of me. I had no idea what it was called, or if it even had a name, but I remembered having it one time and it wasn’t that bad.

“I thought you were driving,” Kellin said, over the music.

“I am, this is for you,” I replied, grinning. I felt a little bad, like I was pressuring Kellin into doing something he didn’t want to do. However, those feelings quickly left when he grabbed the cup from me eagerly.

I laughed at him; it was cute how much he wanted to rebel against his sheltered lifestyle. I guess it made sense though. I watched as he put the cup to his lips and took a sip of the contents. He choked a little, probably not expecting it to burn. I stifled a little giggle as I watched his facial expression. He glared at me for laughing at him, but I still saw the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tried again, this time taking in a mouthful. I grabbed a plastic cup for myself and went over to the sink to pour myself some water.

“How is it?” I asked him when I came back. He held his cup towards me, showing me that it was empty. My eyebrows went all the way up. “Damn.”

“I can’t believe I just did that!” he shouted, looking like a kid that just downed a pixie stick or something. He was so excited to be out that I just couldn’t stop smiling right along with him. Just then, Tony came by, with a beer in each of his hands.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, handing me one. I shook my head, and he shrugged, then handed one to Kellin. He got this mischievous grin on his face and popped the tab and started drinking in. He made a face, but then kept going until the can was empty.

“Whoa there,” I said, taking it from him. “At this rate we’ll have to get your stomach pumped tonight if you don’t slow down.”

“What?” he yelled, not hearing what I said. I waved it off, not wanting to repeat myself.

“Let’s go in here,” I said, nodding towards the living room. He took a step towards me, and immediately toppled to the floor. Well, that was quick.

I reached down and grabbed both of his hands, pulling him to his feet. Once he was there, he fell against me, which really caught me off guard.

“Oops!” he gasped, pushing himself off and stumbling towards the living room. I followed him, worried that he was going to hurt himself or something. Maybe giving him alcohol was a bad idea, especially since I wasn’t even sure how much I put in. Should I have measured that? Should I have skipped the vodka? I sighed and looked up, but Kellin was nowhere in sight. Shit.

I pushed through a crowd of people, looking for where Kellin could have possibly gotten off to. I passed a few people and passed Mike, who was leaned against a wall, a cup in his hand while he talked to some girl.

“Mike!” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked a little annoyed with me for interrupting him, but I didn’t really care. “Have you seen Kellin?”

“No, why?” he asked. The girl gave me a weird look, and rolled her eyes, eager for Mike to turn his attention back to her.

“Um, I might have given him too much to drink for his first time, and now I’ve lost him,” I explained. Mike moaned.

“I haven’t seen him,” he said, turning slightly back to the girl, after adding, “I’m sure he’s fine… but let me know if you think he’s not.”

I rolled my eyes and spun around, scanning the room for a scrawny kid with black hair and a blue shirt. I I didn’t see him, so I moved on through the house to the front foyer area, where a bunch of people were gathered. No sign of him there.

I cut back through the living room and got to the back door, where I noticed there was a crowd of people gathered on the porch. I slid the door open and went outside, my ears enjoying the break from the loud music.

I found Kellin talking to a couple of random people and gasped. It wasn’t the people that worried me, it was the empty shot glasses in each of his hands.

“Kellin!” I said, marching over to him. He burst into a fit of giggles when he saw me. When I got closer to him, he surprised me by throwing his arms around me and squeezing me as he introduced me to the two people he was talking to.

“This is my- this is my best friend, Vic,” he said, obviously completely out of it, but it still made me smile to hear that he considered me his best friend, especially when we had only known each other a little over a month. “Vic, this is … uh… this … who are you guys?”

The girls he was talking to just giggled.

“He’s so cute,” one of them said to me.

“Oh,” I said, not really sure how to respond to that.

And then, suddenly Kellin was on the floor again. One of the girls gasped, a little dramatically, which led me to believe that she was pretty intoxicated as well. I knelt down and helped Kellin up, this time letting him drape one of his arms around my shoulders.

“Okay, no more alcohol for you,” I told him, then excused us from the girls before leading him back inside. Kellin looked up and waved back at them, even though he still had no clue what their names even were. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but I knew I couldn’t leave just yet. Mike was still enjoying himself, and I felt bad trying to force him to leave, so I went upstairs with Kellin (which was actually quite a challenge) and found a hallway that was relatively empty.

I took him down to one end of I, and pulled him down into a sitting position, then sat across from him.

“What is this?” he asked, confused.

“What is what?” I sighed.

“Why are you making me sit here?” he whined, going to stand up again. I pulled him back down so that he was seated again. He gave me a pathetic looking pout, which was heart wrenchingly adorable. “Vic, let me have fun!”

“I did, now you need to chill out,” I explained. “That’s what you get for having too much too soon.”

“I’m bored,” he whined again, “I want to- I want to do things.”

He leaned over so that he was sprawled out on the floor. I raised an eyebrow at him, because he looked kind of really stupid.

“What are you doing now?” I said, but couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him.

“I’m on the ground,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “I’m lying on …the ground.”

“I can see that,” I said, as he turned towards me and made a face. “Come on, sit up. You’re being crazy.”

“No, you’re crazy,” he said, sitting up and kneeling closer to me. I bit my lip and looked up at him, still pretty amused by his antics.

“Nope,” I said, shaking my head.

“I want to have fun,” he said again, trying to stand up. I stood up with him, ready to pull him back down. He stumbled again, and I caught him before he hit the floor. All this physical contact was almost too much for me. I mean, it was obviously innocent, and I was just trying to make sure he didn’t hurt himself, but I couldn’t help but relish in the fact that I was holding him. I held him up straight for a minute, looking into his eyes to make sure he was okay.

Okay, I had to admit it at that point- I really did have a crush on this guy. He had the prettiest blue eyes and the softest looking skin and the most adorable smile- it was almost too perfect. I bit my lip as I looked at him, my stare lingering a bit too long.

I needed to stop this. I needed to realize that there was no way in hell that Kellin would even like me like that, since he probably wasn’t even gay. Hell, he probably wasn’t allowed to be gay. I shook my head at the thought. I would have to stop having these thoughts.

Or maybe I wouldn’t have to.

Because the next thing I knew, Kellin was grabbing my face and crashing his lips onto mine.