Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime (A Sleeping with Sirens fan fiction)

King For A Day

*Damon's POV* 

~Day of Warped tour~

I played a beat on the steering wheel as I was driving to get breakfast. One donut of every kind, a plain bagel with extra cream cheese for Mariah, iced cappuccino's for all but Jeydon, and a smoothie for Jeydon.

I walked into Mariah's, where Jeydon and Jamie were both sitting on the couch. When I asked where Mariah was, they told me she was still sleeping. It was almost 11 and I had never seen her sleep this late. All of us were up before her. How?

I set all of the food down on the dining room table, grabbed an iced cap and a chocolate glazed donut, and walked into her room. Her hair was in front of her face and spread out all around her head. Everything up to her mouth was covered by her two comforters, one rainbow and one navy blue. She had her stuffed Winnie the Pooh Bear cuddled up to her side along with her Mickey and Minnie Mouse baby blanket. She looked like she could be, at the most, 8 years old.

"Mya," I said softly, shaking her shoulders. "Wake up."

"You will never wake her up like that," Jeydon said from the doorway. I didn't even know he was there.

I took a step back, gesturing for him to take my place. "Then show me how I will."

He took a step back, then ran and jumped onto the bed. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" he yelled while jumping on her bed.

She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. "Go away. I'm tired."

Jeydon was still jumping, but she stayed put. "No! I will not! Because today is the day we get to be proud that we are 'those people who know the band'!"

She pulled the blanket off of her head and sat up, still holding Winnie the Pooh. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face and rubbed her eyes. "Really?" There was as much excitement in her voice as there could be for just waking up.

"Yeah, and Damon got us Timmy's!"

She looked over at me, like she was just realizing that I was standing there. "Thanks, Damon," she smiled. She grabbed the iced cap off of her bedside table and ran into the bathroom, but her donut was still sitting there.  

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*Jamie's POV*

Today was the day. The day when we would finally meet Sleeping With Sirens. It wasn't like we had never met celebrities before. About a year ago, we'd met Cute is What We Aim For, and a few years before that, we had met Stereo Skyline (before their eventual schism). Along with them, we had met Alexander DeLeon and Chantry Johnson from The CAB. We weren't new to this, but none of those bands were SWS.

I was scrolling through Tumblr when the doorbell rang. It rang again. And again. And again. And again. And then whoever was at the door beat on it.

Mariah walked out of the bathroom, sipping an iced cap and brushing her newly straightened hair. She wasn't fully dressed yet, only in a camisol and jean shorts. She had to put on one of her concert tee-shirts and one pair of her famous mismatched socks. "You don't hear this?" She asked me.

"I don't live here," I answered with a shrug.

The banging came again and the person yelled, "Answer your goddamn door!"

"Calm the fuck down!" Mariah yelled back. She set her cup down on the banister angrily and grabbed the doorknob. She swung the door open with her hand on her hip, a telltale sign that she was annoyed and wasn't putting up with any bullshit. "Wha-?" Her hand and jaw dropped.

"Hi," the person said. Now that I could hear them without their voice being muffled my the door, my heart began beating out of my chest. "I'm Kellin, but I get the feeling that you already know that."

Kellin fricken Quinn.