This Story Is Literal Shit And So Am I.

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Kellin's P.O.V

I'm starting to miss my old life, although life was shitty, it was shitty in a good way. My father was a dick though, I don't miss him. Recently I have realized that I am emo hippie trash and also really fucking gay, and that Vic kid is pretty fucking cute. After our last encounter, i've been having mixed feelings about him. It's not like I was a virgin because I used to be a prostitute but i had felt something that i never felt before. I had actual feelings for him and i had no idea what to do. 

I swam over to Chris, my emo godfather to give me advice. Today he looked especially emo with his glittery black eyeshadow and slicked back hair. 

"Hey Chris, why are you so dressed up?"

"Well my child, I just went on a date with my boyfriend ricky."

"How the hell did you go on a date if we are in a fish tank with only 6 fish and nobody else?"

"I don't fucking know Kellin this story makes no fucking sense and neither does fucking life, nothing fucking makes sense anymore fuck you fuck this fuck that everything is distress i don't give a shit if your ego is maniacal I just want to watch you fucking die motherfucker."

"Whoah good fucking bye 4th wall."

"That motherfucker was demolished the first fucking chapter."

"Also why the fuck are you still reading this."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuckadoodledoo."

"Alright whatever i'm Kellin Quinn and im gonna go have anal sex with vic now."

"Bye motherfucker?''

"Bye motherfucker."

Vic's P.O.V 

What the actual fuck just happened like what the fuck are they talking about. Kellin began to approach me. 

"Hey Vic I was a prostitute once and you're hot have anal sex with me."

"k."

Then that bitch threw his booty in a circle and I began to have a fish erection. I then fucked that hoe and then we cuddled, but it was not just any cuddle, it was an advanced cuddle. Suddenly I heard fish screams in the distance.

"I DIDN'T SELL THE DRUGS I SWEAR I'M INNOCENT I JUST WANTED A FUCKING PINEAPPLE FUCK."

We all rushed to the scene as fast as our fins could take us to see the J strung out on drugs twitching violently. He was having another nightmare from his hood days, but this time it was different he looked like he was having a seizure. 

"Don't worry I am a nurse!" Kellin screamed.

I gave him an odd look he wasn't a fucking nurse.

"You aren't a fucking nurse you dumb bitch."

"Yes I am, I had to be, during my fish prostitute days many men would pass out or have a seizure from this dick, it was very serious and I was forced to learn how to get those motherfuckers up."

Kellin then rushed to the scene and screamed. 

"SKATER STOP, SKATER STOP, SKATER STOP."

It was like a ritual, he was looking into a mirror while he said it three times. Jordan had stopped but not in the way we had wanted.

"Pineapples." Jordan had hoarsely whispered on his last breath.

"He has no pulse." Kellin had said sadly. 

Jordan went limp and his chest stopped rising and falling. His skin began to pale and we knew he was gone. Nobody could speak a word, we were all just shocked. He was gone, he is really gone. A bloop was then heard as a fake reef was knocked over. 

"You know what we have to do, we need to burn his plaid scarf."

We had set his scarf on fire underwater so his spirit could rest up in fish heaven. 

"Rest in peace Jordan Robertson, you will always be our best drug dealer."






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