Broke Summers (Kellin Quinn)

If You Can't Hang

I was awoken by blinding sunlight peeking in from the window. I sleepily glanced at the clock, reading 10:46. I ripped off my quilt, letting it slip onto the floor where my outfit for warped laid untouched. It was a black muscle tank, shredded shorts, and a boho flower headband that rested perfectly right above my eyebrows.

I quickly tousled my hair, threw on some clothes, and blinked on some type of drugstore mascara and eyeliner. I hustled down to the lobby singing "You were screaming til the police came, can we create something beautiful and destroy it." My vans slapped the hot August sidewalk as I tried to hail a cab. Finally, after an awkward ride to warped I pushed some loose change into the driver's hand before he got a chance to complain.

I walked into the theme park, warped tour's venue, and was greeted by the scent of marijuana, some girls with multi-colored hair, and a large group of guys comparing tattoos. I smiled and headed off to the Sleeping With Siren's stage. It all started with "Met a girl at 17, thought she ment the world to me..." I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins, my heart pounded along to Kellin's voice. In that moment I didn't think about Lilly, or how I'm mommy's little disaster. In fact, I didn't think a all. I let myself be hoisted up, feeling each hand guide me threw the crowd. I wiggled out of my muscle tank reveling a black bandeau. I felt everyone's eyes flicker from me to the boys, some people were stunned and others threw me a smile like I was one of them, like I belonged. I saw Kellin glance at me momentarily, I could my heart race quicken. I slowly started losing track of time, and fell into a Sleeping With Sirens coma, mesmerized by Jack's guitar solo. The bass shook the ground sending a flood of electricity through the sea of people surrounding me.

"Thanks guys, you're amazing," yelled Kellin, signaling the band's exit off stage. My heart dipped a little, at the swarm of people heading elsewhere. A few girls in whistled and stuck around, but most left.

After a while of wandering aimlessly I found a large tree. I let out a sigh and collapsed under the thick shade. It reminded me of my real dad. He loved trees, he was able to name any tree, any time, anywhere. Funny thing is trees were not only his life but the thing that killed him. He was driving home on a rainy Thursday, the roads were really bad, slick with rain. He was on the phone with me pleading me to go to bed, considering I was ten at the time, and he lost control of the wheel and veered into a ditch flipping his escalade multiple times. What the doctors said really killed him was what came next, a maple tree that fell on his car. My new "dad" isn't half the man of my real dad, but my mom thinks otherwise. She's molded him into a tacky knockoff of my real dad. Together they live life as if everything is always bright. As if wars aren't going on, in other parts of the world. As I if both me and Lilly can forget our real dad.

"Forgetting something?" A familiar voice called from behind me. I turned around to see Kellin Quinn standing there my limp tank laid casually in his arms.

"Indeed I did," I smiled up at Kellin. In person his eyes glistened and his hair... I can't even.

"Uh, there's this house party tonight... Vic, Mike, Ronnie, the gang, their coming too, and after you little crowd surfing excursion I take it you're good time:)"

 I grabbed Kellins arm, thick with bracelets, and said " Why wait until tonight?:)" As I pulled him under the tree with me.