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

Conspiracy

*Mariah's POV*

Everything seemed pretty good. I mean, Kellin freaking Quinn just told me that he liked me. It was something I had never even dreamt possible. Well, maybe I had dreamt it, but it was like dreaming about unicorns and islands make of sandwiches; It was impossible. Actually, now it was completely possible.

Yet what Jeydon had said to me played in the back of my mind. "He just left his wife!" He'd said. "Do you really want to be responsible for that?"

Did any of this make me responsible for that? Did I want to be responsible?

"Responsible for what?" Kellin asked, taking another bite of the bread sticks my mom had made. She sure was going all out for this. She even had rainbow cupcakes in the oven.

"What do you mean?" Had I really just said all my thoughts out loud? Way to go.

"You asked if you really want to be responsible," he told me.

Yup. I'd said everything out loud. Now the new decision. Should I tell him what I was thinking? I mean, we weren't really a thing. Did he want to be a thing? If we were a thing, would that make me responsible for his marriage falling apart? Would he think I was insane if I asked him? Would I seem stupid if I just assumed that we would become a thing?

"Mya." Kellin shook my arm and I was snapped out of my reeling head. "What do you or do you not want to be responsible for?"

"I, um... The Apocalypse," I lied. The Apocalypse? Really? Why would I have said that? Although, with the kind of random stuff that normally goes through my head, it was extremely possible that I could have been thinking about that. I guess it was a good thing that Kellin didn't know me well enough to know whether or not I was telling the truth.

"How would you be responsible for that?" He asked, laughing at me.

Time for my immense bullshitting skills to come in handy. "Well, don't you-"

BANG. A gunshot rang out through the room and the glass window across the room shattered. Kellin reached over and shielded my body with his. What did I possibly have that anybody would be willing to shoot me for?

After a few seconds, Kellin sat up cautiously. "Are you okay?" he asked me.

I nodded."I'm pretty sure. Are you?"

He nodded. Jeydon and Jamie came running down from upstairs. Jamie ran straight to the window and looked outside, while Jeydon ran over to help me up.

"Um, you guys might want to see who's outside," Jamie said. Haven't I really had enough for a day?

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*Jeydon's POV*

I walked over to the window, Mariah and Kellin close behind me. Outside stood Douche Bag, who looked pretty shell-shocked, with his friends, Jessie and Scottie. Jessie had a pistol in her right hand, but it hung down to her side. She looked pretty pissed though.

Mariah ran outside, faster than I would've thought she could move in a cast. I ran after her, Jamie at my side in seconds, and everybody else in the house quick after.

"What the hell is your problem?" Mariah shouted. She didn't really get angry very often, and if she did, she bit her tongue.

"We didn't- I mean I didn't-" Douche Bag started, but he didn't know what to say. I think that was a first.

"Why are you even at my house?" She asked, stepping down the steps and closer to them.

Kellin leaned closer to me and asked,"Who are they?"

I told him and he began to look just as angry as I felt. If I could, I would've punched Douche Bag, but I didn't. I really, really wanted to. For now, though, I was just gonna let her do what Mya wanted.

"We just wanted to talk to you," Scottie mumbled.

"I don't believe you," Mariah snapped. "Why does she have a gun?"

"We didn't know she-"

Jessie interrupted Douche Bag. I was actually kind of thankful, because I wasn't in the mood to hear him talk. "I thought I might need it," she growled.

"I think I might need it soon," Mariah said through gritted teeth. Her fists were clenched. I had honestly never seen her this angry.

Jesse brought the gun back up and held it towards Mya with surprisingly steady hands. I tensed and held my breath. She wouldn't, I told myself. She couldn't.

"Jessie," Douche Bag said, moving towards her. "This really isn't-"

"Shut up," Jesse barked at him. He listened and took a step back.

"Hey!" Kellin yelled, finally speaking up.

Jessie looked up at him, instantly softening and lowering the gun. Oh the instant control you have over fangirls when you sing in a very popular band. She looked really odd holding a gun. She was small and had light brown hair that hung down to her hips. It didn't seem right that this girl, wearing a pair of pink and red floral jeans, should be holding a gun. All of it just didn't add up.

"Hi, Kellin," she smiled.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her, stepping off the porch and walking up next to Mariah.

"I just-" Her smile was faltering. "She wouldn't let me meet you."

"Well I don't want to meet you," Kellin spat.

The pistol fell to the ground. "But- but I-" she broke off, her lip trembling.

"You should really leave," Kellin advised.

"No wonder you two are friends," Douche Bag said, shaking his head. "He's just as much an asshole as you are a bitch." It was directed towards Mariah, and it just set me off.

"Fuck you!" I shouted running down so my toes touched his.

He pushed me back, and all hell broke loose.  

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