Damaged Goods

***Mike's P.O.V.***

Tony was having a hard night and I didn't know what to do really. He was standing over by the light switch and he kept turning the light on and off. I knew this was a part of his OCD rituals, he did it a lot, but tonight it was really bad. He's turned the lights on and off about 20 times. It started earlier when he began to wash his hands every few minutes. He's washed his hands about 50 times today. I read up on the disorder, it was really weird because I usually never read anything, but I was trying to figure out why Tony was getting worse. Being in a different environment sometimes agitates OCD due to the fact that some people with the disorder need to perform specific rituals that they aren't able to in unfamiliar places. Another reason he might be getting worse is the fact that in some cases of OCD, things around the house need to be arranged a certain way, I knew Tony, he was shy most of the time, he wasn't gonna tell me that there were some rituals that he had to do or if he felt uncomfortable. He doesn't even talk much about it, I know he thinks it's gonna "scare me away," but I think if his history of anger problems and the fact that he spent time in the asylum didn't scare me away then nothing can.

"Tone." I said suddenly.

"I know it's annoying, sorry." He said turning away from the light switch.

"No, that's not what I was gonna say. Do you think maybe we could rearrange the house?"

"What do you mean babe?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and flopping on the bed to lay on me, crushing me in the process.

"You're getting worse and I read online tha-"

"Mikey, you actually read something?" Tony gasped.

"Shut up you asshole." I laughed, lightly slapping him on the arm. "Anyways, I was reading and it said that it'd be easier for you if you were able to do your rituals and arrange things the way you want so it wouldn't bother you so much."

"It's fine. The house belongs to you guys, we don't have to move things around for me."

"Vic won't give a shit and I want it to happen, I think it'd help." I said.

"Okay." He said smiling slightly.

"Tomorrow we'll spend the day rearranging the house to your liking." I smirked at him.

***Vic's P.O.V.***

"Kells wake up." I said, before placing a light kiss on his forehead. "We're gonna miss our flight."

I received a groan in response. I could understand why he was so tired, we stayed up until 3 am. We weren't doing anything in particular, we just laid in bed and talked for hours. We talked about everything imaginable and it was amazing. It was great to be able to talk to him for that long, it kinda gave me a glimpse inside that complex mind of his. It was also great to see him gradually get sleepier by the hour. He started out sitting cross legged on the bed across from me and by 3 am he was all snuggled up under a blanket with his head in my lap while I continued to talk and play with his hair. The little things like that are what make me happy, it reminds me what we're working toward and why I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.

"C'mon baby." I said, kissing him once again.

He opened his eyes, squinting up at me with a frown on his face.

"Vicky I'm so tired." He yawned.

"I know love, but we can sleep on the plane."

He groaned once again before sitting up, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Good morning." He squeaked, his breath tickling my neck.

"Good morning." I said, smiling lightly at how cute he was.

After about 10 minutes we finally got out of bed and I got dressed quickly so I could go downstairs and make Kellin breakfast. It was 5am and I didn't want to cook anything, but I knew we were running late so we wouldn't have time to stop and get something and Kellin needed to have at least 3 meals a day. I was happy we packed everything and loaded it up in the car the night before so we didn't have to rush that much. I decided to do something simple and make him some bacon with half a bagel smothered in blueberry cream cheese, I had to make sure that there was a lot on there because that was the only way he'd eat it. I brought our plates back to the room and set them down on the dresser before looking over to Kellin to see if he was almost ready. He was bending over to look in his drawers for a pair of pants and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to give him a light smack on the ass. He squeaked in surprise before giggling as a blush covered his face.

"You have a cute butt." I laughed.

"You're so embarrassing." He giggled, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

He grabbed our plates from where I left them and brought them over to the bed, where I was sitting.

"Thanks for breakfast babe." Kellin smiled.

"You're very welcome."

After about 15 minutes, Kellin finished the whole plate and I was surprised due to the fact that I put more bacon than usual on there. I was watching him get ready and we were set to leave in 10 minutes. He threw his hair into a messy bun and brushed his teeth hurriedly before grabbing his wallet and coming over to me.

"Do I look okay?" He squeaked. "I feel like I look like I just rolled out of bed. I mean, I did but people aren't supposed to be able to tell."

He was wearing a thigh length light blue sweater and some black skinny jeans.

"I think you look adorable."

-

After a four and a half hour plane ride and dealing with difficulties while renting the car, we were finally on the way to Kellin's moms house. The flight was particularly funny due to the fact that a flight attendant accidentally mistook Kellin for a girl.

"I look like a guy, right?" He pouted, slouching slightly in his chair.

"Of course love." I smiled.

"I'm pretty manly if I do say so myself." He murmured.

"I think you are too baby." I chuckled.

He sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. After about 5 minutes of comfortable silence he spoke again.

"I hope you'll like my mom." Kellin said quietly.

"If she's anything like you, then I'll love her." I smiled.

"She's not, that's why I'm scared you won't."

"How bad can she be?" I smirked.

"She's religious and acts like she always has a stick up her ass." He giggled.

I couldn't help but giggle too.

"She thinks that if she keeps praying to Jesus," I laughed again at the finger quotations he put around Jesus," that he'll forgive her for all of her fuck ups." He laughed.

"What did she do? If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, she had me at 15 and she got married to my dad soon after. They were unhappy with their life so they both did drugs and my dad got really into alcohol. He was a really bad drunk. He ended up leaving us when I was 7. My mom told me it was my fault, but I don't think so. I think he was just a selfish asshole." He shrugged.

"Why haven't you told me about this?"

"I dunno. I guess I just don't really care that much about them. Why worry about the bad people in my life when I have so many good people? You know what I mean?" He smiled.

I nodded in response.

"The only reason I'm willing to see her is because she sounded different, like a good different." He said, looking up at me with those huge eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're really fucking cute, you know that?"

"I happen to think the same thing about you." He smiled back at me.

-

We were on Kellin's street and I could tell he was getting more nervous by the minute.

"It's this one on the right." He said, pointing out of the window.

"What the fuck?" I said looking up at a huge ass house which looked like it had 15 rooms at least. "Your mom is rich as shit."

"She works in real estate, so yeah I guess." He squeaked.

We got out of the car, dragging our luggage with us, and made our way up to Kellin's moms house. As he pressed the doorbell, Kellin dropped his hand from mine nervously. I could understand why he was nervous, it's been a little over 2 years since he's seen his mom. After about a 30 second wait, Kellin's mom was opening one of the huge wooden double doors that stood in front of the house.

As soon as she opened the door I was stunned, it was like I was looking at Kellin, a little older with longer hair. He looked exactly like his mom, who was quite attractive I might add. She had those big blue doe eyes, long wavy black hair that cascaded down her to her hips, a small nose to match her small, pink lips and a petite stature that was identical to Kellin's.

"Hi mom." Kellin said suddenly.

"Kellin." His mom said before reaching out and pulling him in for a bone crushing hug."I've missed you so much."

He giggled and squeezed his mom back.

"I missed you too." He pulled away from his mom and looked back at me. "This is Vic, my boyfriend."

Her demeanor completely changed as the word boyfriend slipped out of his mouth. His mom knew he was gay, right?

"Hi, nice to meet you." I smiled, gesturing to get for a handshake.

She reluctantly reached out and shook my hand while the other pale hand gripped at the cross on the necklace she was wearing. Oh God, here we go with this religious shit. Her frown quickly faded and a small smile returned to her face.

"I'm Lisa." She added. "Well, come on in." She smiled.

Kellin smiled again and walked inside, his hand quickly grabbing mine and leading me inside. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside.

"The place looks just how it looked when I left." He said, almost in awe.

"Yeah, well it's just Kailey and I here, not much happens. She's barely home either, so it's really just me." His mom explained.

His mom showed us around, well really just me because Kellin already knew this place. Then we went upstairs so she could show me around up there. We ended up in Kellin's room and Kellin was having a moment.

"Vic, your room is right up the hall." Lisa said from over by the doorway.

"Um, no he won't need the guest room, I want him to sleep in here with me." He said, walking back over to me and grabbing my hand almost protectively. "We sleep together at home, so we're used to it."

His mom raised an eyebrow and squinted her eyes slightly, but nodded nonetheless.

"Okay well I'll be downstairs. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."

We both nodded and Kellin's mom was heading down the stairs.

"So yeah this is my room." He said with a slight blush on his face.

"It's really nice." I said, looking out of the window that took up a whole wall. "Like insanely nice."

He had a nice view of downtown Atlanta and the walls were a nice nude color, his furniture was dark brown and his carpet was really white. It had a really nice feel to it.

"I've always wanted to hang up posters but my mom said it would mess up the walls." He shrugged.

"Yeah, the walls look expensive, everything looks expensive."

"Thanks I guess." He said looking around. "It's weird because it doesn't even feel like home anymore."

"It's been two years. It's normal to feel weird." I said wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him closer.

"You're right." He agreed.