Long Live (Kellic One-Shot)

So one time I was listening to “Long Live” by Taylor Swift, and then this one-shot happened. The title and several lines throughout the fic come from that song. Also, you may recognize some direct quotes/moments in the first scene, as I took them all from the same video.

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On the first day of filming our “King for a Day” music video, I realize that I’ve got a crush on Kellin Quinn.

It happens while he’s filming his singing bit on top of an office desk, alone, and the rest of us are watching him from the side. My friend and bandmate, Jaime, calls out a teasing “You suck!” It’s all casual, just a simple music video to go with our latest single. Or, at least, that’s what it’s supposed to be.

As I’m looking at Kellin, something about him just sort of catches my attention all of a sudden—maybe it’s the hair, maybe it’s how good he looks in a suit, maybe it’s the motions he does with his hands; hell, maybe it’s his ass. I’ve got this weird feeling, like I’ve just been physically struck by something, because that’s how stunned I am by my own thought process.

I’ve got a crush on this guy, don’t I?

I try to keep my cool, convincing myself that, yeah, it’s probably just the suit. To distract myself, I turn towards a nearby camera—we’re planning to release a behind-the-scenes video of our filming days after we release the actual music video—and talk into it.

"I’m seeing Kellin’s performance right now," I say, "and I’m getting a little nervous." It’s not even a lie. “‘Cause, uh…"

Jaime turns to me. “He’s killing it?”

"He’s killing it right now," I agree. And he is.

Jaime distracts me by talking into the camera about his “heist” dream in relation to the plot of this music video, in which Kellin and I work at a bank and end up in a plan to steal a bunch of money that our boss has smuggled. We’re so busy talking and joking about it that I almost forget about Kellin for the moment. Almost.

He comes over to me after his singing bit and starts talking about his performance. I can feel my heart beating faster just at his presence, as if he can magically tell that I’m thinking about how fucking attractive he is.

I’d say I cover it up pretty well, though; we both still talk and joke without any problem like we usually do. He did a bit of an “air-scream” into his own fist while on camera, as if holding an imaginary microphone or something, and as we’re laughing about that, he says, “It might be kind of dumb or it might be kind of cool; I didn’t—I didn’t know. I was just doing what I do in my bedroom, y’know?”

"Right," I say, but that last bit seems to take on a whole different meaning. Goddammit.

The scenes in the office cubicles are fun to film, and Kellin, of course, acts like a total dork the whole time. I’ve always found it endearing, but now it’s more than that—it’s adorable as hell. I need to get a grip.

"I’m here with my boy…my boy Kellin here," I say into the camera at one point, putting my arm around him. It feels completely natural, but I can’t help but wonder if it’ll look weird to other people.

By the end of the day, though, nobody seems to notice anything strange going on. That’s good. I need to figure out my own emotions.

Kellin and I have only really known each other for less than a year. We got together to record a song called “King for a Day” for my band, Pierce the Veil, and our new album, Collide With the Sky. His band, Sleeping With Sirens, has also been on Warped Tour with us, and we’re just finishing that up. Throughout all this, we’ve only been good friends, nothing more. Neither of us have girlfriends, but I’m pretty sure he’s straight anyways. I never even thought about it until now.