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

It's Not Goodbye, It's BRB

*Mariah's POV*

I dropped my ear bud out, Kellin giving me a funny look. I just held up my still ringing phone as an explanation. I got up and went into the back, pulling the door shut behind me. I clicked answer.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi," Douche Bag said.

"What do you want?"

"I miss you, Mya," he sighed.

My heart clenched. For so long after he broke up with me, I had wished that he would call me and say that. "Ha!" I exclaimed. "Cut the bullshit."

"It's not-"

"Get to the point. I'm kind of busy."

There was a knock on the door, and somebody asking if I was alright. 

"I saw you at the mall earlier," Douche Bag told me.

"And..?"

"And I saw the guy you were with."

"Wow. You're calling me because I went to the mall with Kellin Quinn?"

"No, that's not-"

"That's rich! What, does Jessie want to meet him? Scotty? Do you? Because I know for a fact that you don't listen to his music," I snapped.

"Mariah! I was going to say that I saw you with him and I couldn't-"

"Are you just now realizing how stupid you are? Is all that weed finally catching up with you? It rots your brain, you know, but I guess you get that now." My voice was shaking and rising at the same time, tears forming in the back of my eyes. The knock on the door came again, but another voice yelled through it.

"Fine, don't talk to me. You're a real bitch, you know," Douche Bag said, and then I hung up.

I opened the door to see both Kellin and Jamie standing there. I was suddenly aware of the tears trailing down my cheeks. I hated crying, especially in front of people. I tried to yank the door back closed, but Kellin put his foot between it and the wall.

"What happened?" he asked.

I shook my head, trying to calm down. I knew talking about it would only make it all worse, and I couldn't cry anymore than I already was.

But Jamie knew, and she wasn't going to let it go. "Douche Bag?" she asked. I nodded, biting my lip. "Babez," she sighed. "What did he say?"

I just shook my head again. "I don't want to talk about it." I pushed past both of them to the front and took Jamie's seat.

"Mya," Jeydon said softly. I looked over at him. He was glancing over at me every few seconds, one arm open for a hug. "Come here."

I climbed off my seat and went over to him, wrapping my arms around him and digging my head into his chest.  

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*Kellin's POV*

I looked over and saw Mariah leaning her head on Jeydon's shoulder. I didn't know anything about what had happened, so I asked Jamie. She seemed absolutely pissed about the whole subject.

"He dumped her last year, completely broke her heart," Jamie told me. "It takes a lot for Mariah to open up to people, to trust them and let herself like them, but he worked his way in. Then he got drunk, stopped answering her texts, and took some whore home. The next day, he ditched us and broke up with her. Can you believe that? HE broke up with HER! It should've been the other way around."

Jamie seemed ready to light something on fire, so I got up and moved to the couch. Mariah always seemed so happy and like nothing ever bothered her. Maybe this douche bag was the only person who could change all that. When I looked back over to her, she was smiling again and dancing in her seat to a pop song on the radio. It almost seemed like nothing had happened. 

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We got to the campsite and it was almost 10 pm. It was pitch black outside, all except for the headlights and the fire we were building.

"Mariah, honey," Mariah's mom called out. "Why don't you give Kellin a small tour?"

"It's past curfew," Mariah argued. "We aren't supposed to leave the site."

"Just show him the porta-potties and come back," her mom ordered

"Okay," Mariah turned around and pulled me after her. "Let's go see the porta-potties."

It wasn't just a porta-potty she was showing me, although it was much nicer than most other porta-potties I had seen. It even had a bottle of Febreeze in there. But outside of it was a little brick shelter that looked down across a little town and the mountains.

Mariah sat on a table, her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt, swinging her legs. "I wonder what would happen if you fell down this hill," she said.

"Well that's a cryptic, gruesome, and depressing thought," I answered, taking a seat next to her.

"There's a road right there," she pointed out. "I think there are trails down there, but I've never been on them."

"You know, you gotta teach me how to ride."

She nodded. "I know. Its really not hard. At least the four-wheelers. The first time I ever road one of the bikes, though, I nervous throttled and bruised half of my leg."

"That's it. I'm not doing it. I'm too pretty to get dirt on me."

She smiled and bumped me lightly. "Too bad you aren't me, then. I repel dirt."

"How?" I asked.

"Well," she began. "I'm pure at heart, and that repels dirt."

"Can I call BS?" I laughed.

She shook her little blonde head. "Nope. Its a fact."

"No!" I hopped off the table and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her off too. Her foot landed in a mud puddle, mud splashing all up her legs and mine.

"Asshole," she growled, scooping mud up in her hands and tossing it towards me. I flinched back, but the mud hit me straight in the face and went all over my jacket.

I heard her giggle. "Oh no," I said. I marched over to her and hugged her, getting mud all over her. "Too bad being 'pure at heart' doesn't repel me," I cheered.

I pulled back from the hug just enough to see her looking up at me. "Maybe that's a good thing," she whispered.

"Maybe it is," I whispered back, inching my face towards hers. She took in a sharp breath as my lips brushed hers, then her eyes fluttered closed and she pulled me closer.

And she pulled back. Our eyes were wide and our faces flushed. She ducked out of my arms and started walking back to the campsite.