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

So Long, And Thanks For All The Booze

*a/n the names of the chapters aren't going to only be SWS anymore just so you know. 

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*Kellin's POV*

When my eyes opened in the morning, I was curled into a ball on somebody's couch. The sweaty stickiness of my bare arms stuck to the leather and it hurt to sit up. I had such a headache, but not only a headache. I was completely hungover.

I looked next to me and saw Justin sprawled out, taking up the entire couch. I was surprised that I hadn't woken up and just pushed him off to give myself more room. Then again, the fact that I had no recollection of anything after midnight last night was a hint that I was probably in something much like an alcohol-induced coma.

I stood up, my head spinning and pounding. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself. I nearly stepped on Jesse, who was passed out under a quilt on the floor. Stepping over him, I made my way to the stairs in search of a bathroom.

There was a window on the landing that was letting the sunlight pour into the house. I blocked my eyes and ran into something. Actually, somebody. "Ouch," a soft and groggy voice said. It was Mariah, in Spiderman pajamas and Kermit slippers.

"I'm sorry," I'm mumbled, taking a step back. She was rubbing her eyes and running her hands over her bed head.

"Its fine." She waved her hand at my apology. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, um, thanks. Where is the bathroom? I've got kind of a, um.."

"A hangover?" she suggested. I nodded. "You were pretty drunk last night." She moved out of my path and pointed to a wooden door at the end of the hall. "I will go make you some coffee."

I nodded and moved past her, mumbling a thanks. "Wait. What did I do last night?" I asked her. A lot of the time, when I drank too much, I said or did things that I probably shouldn't have.

She hesitated and didn't turn around to look at me. "Not much, but if you really want to know, talk to me when you come down."

"Okay," I said quietly. I went into the bathroom, my head still pounding, and splashed cold water over my face, hoping to recall anything about last night that I could. 

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*Mariah's POV*

I woke Damon up before my awkward meeting with Kellin in the hallway. He asked me about last night, but how do you tell somebody that they basically told everybody everything that went through their head and could ruin their life?

A pot of coffee was brewing and I was the only girl in my house. Good thing I only had two of the bands in my living room. Still, having nine hungover men in your house wasn't the most fun.

I called Jamie and Jeydon, who said they would come over, bringing Memphis May Fire and Pierce The Veil with them. Great, I thought. More grown men with hangovers.

Kellin came down, waking up all the men in my living room. Damon was right behind him. As I poured everybody cups of coffee, Jamie and Jeydon walked into my house.

Four pots of coffee later, Kellin finally asked again. "What happened last night?" There was a smile on his face and a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was the only one. The rest of us just looked around and stared blankly into our coffee. Kellin's face sobered. "I did something, didn't I?"

None of us could answer him. We all just sat quietly as the tension thickened.

"Said something?" he tried again, putting his coffee down.

The silence stretched on.

He slammed his fists down on the table and stood up, clearly angry. "Somebody tell me, dammit!"

"You were drunk Kellin," I said. "It was just the alcohol talk-"

"If it was, then why won't you tell me?" he pleaded.

I looked at everyone else in the room. Vic. Alex. Justin. Jesse. Jamie. Damon. Jack. Gabe. And finally, Jeydon. I hadn't even known him for a whole day. All of these other people had known him so much longer. Why did I have to be the one to tell him this? I mean, I'd already cleaned up after all of them, especially Kellin's outburst. Why did I have to do this too?

Justin spoke up, saving my ass. "You said some stuff about Katelynne and Copeland..."

All color drained from Kellin's face as the story went on, and he eventually stormed out of the room. No more alcohol for Kellin.