Kellin's POV

Knock. Knock. Knock.

It was 6:50 A.M! On a Saturday! Who the hell could be at my dorm at this hour?! I opened my door, "Oh, Principal Way... What brings you here at this hour?" I asked. "Mr. Quinn," He said firmly, "You're getting a dorm mate. He'll be here soon so I suggest that you.. Clean up..." He said, peeking in my room. "Uh, of course, Sir... I'll make sure he's welcome..." I said with a smile.

I showered, got ready, and picked up my mess of a room. Hey, don't judge me! I'm a 17 year old boy, dammit! Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm clean...

I decided Tumblr, Twitter, and Wattpad were the way to go as of right now. There was a light, almost shy, knock at the door. I got up and answered it and there was a short Mexican boy with a whiteboard in his hands.

'Hello,
My name is Vic Fuentes, I'm 17 and I don't speak. I am an optional mute. I hope we can be very good friends! ;)'

I smiled, "Hi, Vic... I'm Kellin Quinn." I shook his hand. "I'm 17, love rock music, and.. Of course we can be friends!" He smiled and I let him in, "So, uh.. This is my bed, yours is there. There's a small kitchenette if you're hungry and the shower is free since I showered earlier." I explained. He smiled and nodded, setting his things on his bed.

He wrote on his bed, 'Is this an all boy school?' I nodded. "The girls' dorm is far from here..." He wrote back, 'I guess that means I won't have to worry about you coming back with a girl.'

I laughed and shook my head, "Yeah. You wouldn't need to worry about that even if they were close." He raised an eyebrow. "I'm gay." I said.

'I am too. Good to know we have something in common. ' He wrote. I chuckled, "The more you know..." And he let out a small giggle. He sat on his bed and I sat on mine, us facing each other. "So.. Wanna play 'Unlimited Questions'?" 'How?' He wrote, "Oh.. I'll ask, you write..." I said. 'Unlimited Questions' was my form of '20 Questions'. He smiled and wrote, 'Thank you for being understanding...' I smiled back. "It's okay. You want to go first?" He shook his head... I guess I'm going first. "So, if I can ask.. Why are you mute...?" He tensed up slightly.

He motioned for me to hold on for a minute as he got up and dug through his things. I was curious as to what he was doing, but he opened a green notebook and handed it to me to read.

'Well, if you're reading this it means you wanted to know my story/asked why I was mute.. People who know me know this. I have a very feminine voice. Before I came here, I was bullied for it... A. Lot. Now, this was probably a year and a half ago.

Here's the... "Interesting" part. Before I became mute I was walking home from a friend's party. I went down an alley because it was a short cut home, but a few of my main bullies found me. Each of them cornered me and beat me up,calling me a "faggot" and telling me I had a "girl voice". One of them pinned me to a wall and each of them took turns raping me. When they were done I blamed myself... I was so scared and in pain that when they told me to not "breathe a word" about it, I swore to not talk again in fear of it slipping and them hurting me again. Today, all of them are in jail for molesting one of the guys' brother...

Well, that's my story. A depressing story, but it's my story... :'/'

I was shaking. He... He was.. Raped? By the bullies who called him a "faggot"? I looked up at him,  "Y-You didn't deserve this..." He smiled sadly, stood up, and hugged me. I knew what he meant. "You're welcome..." I whispered. He pulled away, smiled, sat down, and scribbled on his whiteboard, 'What's your story?' "My story?" I questioned. He nodded. "Well... My dad was an abusive drunk. He... Used to 'sell' my mom for money after he lost his job. The nights my mom was 'working' he... He'd beat me and.. Molest me. My mom caught him, ran off with me, and... Here I am..."

He scribbled on his board, 'That's harsh.' I nodded, looking into his coffee eyes. They showed sorrow. Regret. Sympathy... I took a deep breath and smiled, "But, that's all in the past now..." He just gave me a sympathetic look and nodded, 'Are there other friends to meet?' I nodded. "Yeah. Let me call them..." I dialed my friend, Jaime's, number and walked to the other side of the room...

Vic's POV

I watched as Kellin talked to his friend, Jaime, and I began to wonder...

My brother went to this school... He'd tell me about his boyfriend, Tony, and his best friend, Jaime, and I was wondering if the Jaime Kellin was talking to was the same one.

"Okay, see you guys soon..." Kellin sighed dramatically, "I love you too, Hime-Time..." He hung up. "Alright, they'll be here soon." I nodded and scribbled on my board, 'Is Jaime friends with a guy named Mike?' He raised an eyebrow and nodded and I started laughing quietly. "What's so funny?" I wrote on my board, 'Mike is my younger brother.' And his eyes went wide. "Mike Fuente- Oh god, I'm stupid." He said with a chuckle. I laughed more and let out a little snort, covering my mouth. "D-Did you just snort?" He asked and we both burst out laughing, "Woah, what's so fun-Vic?" Mike seemed shocked to see me. I waved and wiped the tears from my eyes, "Guys, this is Vic... He's my dorm mate. He, uh, he's mute, so he doesn't really talk... So, please be nice."

'Hi, Vic. How are you?' Tony signed to me. 'I'm good. You?' 'Good.' Poor Kellin looked confused so I wrote on my board, 'I know sign language... It's a lot easier.' "Oh, okay..." Jaime walked up to me and smirked, "You're cute..." I looked down and blushed shyly. Man, this guy was forward... Too bad I like white boys. Kellin shoved Jaime playfully. "No flirting! Sorry about him, he's a pervert..." "AM NOT!" Jaime yelled from the kitchenette.

We spent the day getting to know each other/catching up and by 3:00 P.M all of them left me and Kellin. 'So, do you know sign language?' I wrote. Kellin shook his head, "No, never got around to learning it... Kind of too lazy, you know?" I nodded in understanding, already knowing Kellin's type.

Acts shy and innocent, but most likely a freak in the sheets. Abused, broken... Just like me.

"Hey, uh... The guys want to go see a movie, wanna go?" He asked. I shook my head, 'I have to unpack, eat, shower... The good stuff.' He looked concerned. "Want me to stay and help?" I wrote, 'No, it's cool. I'll go with you guys next time.' "You sure? We are going to see Big Hero 6." I chuckled, 'Seen it. Have fun :)' "Okay, feel free to anything here and if you need anything just text..." He wrote down his number and I texted him before he left to see Big Hero 6.

He makes me feel safe. Why? I'm not sure... I also think I have a tiny crush on him... I opened the drawer to what I thought was my night stand and blushed instantly. Inside was a big bottle of lube, hand cuffs, a huge-and I mean fucking HUGE- vibrator, a box of condoms, and other sex related things. Suddenly, images of Kellin, handcuffed to the bed with the vibrator in him at full blast flashed through my head and I felt my jeans tighten. I closed the drawer, took a deep breath, and decided to take a cold shower...