Body-Swap | kellic

Madness

Vic tousled his now green and black hair.

The lady who dyed his hair asked if this was really what he wanted. If she meant ruining someone's life one hairstyle at a time, then yes, Vic really did want lime green hair.

He walked out of the salon, swagger exuding like never before.

Unlocking his car and sitting in it he whipped out his phone and posted a picture. It was time for Instagram to know about this.

It was beside the point, but Vic really liked this color on Kellin. It suited him. Checking the time Vic decided it was past time for him to be at the studio to start recording his and Kellin's duet.

"Well," he shrugged starting the engine," I am Kellin Quinn."

Kellin paced back and forth across the studio floor, Copeland's papoose strapped across his midsection. He felt like he looked like an average middle-aged suburban dad. But only in the sense that your average middle-aged suburban dad was dressed in skinny jeans, TOMS, a beanie, and was certainly not a WASP.

"Why do you have Cope again?" Nick asked.

Nick was the most responsible and probably the smartest the person in the band. Not saying the rest of the bad wasn't smart, but there's a difference in common sense and street smarts. Let's just say that the guys didn't have a lot of common sense.

Everyone had taken a liking to him when he first joined the band because he was well...not an idiot.

Kellin stuttered, "Because Kellin had to run some errands," then proudly," I'm babysitting."

"It's not really like him to leave the kid with someone." Kellin narrowed his eyes, Nick knew too much for his own good. How long had he been in the band so far anyway?

"Maybe it was a bad idea to choose the smart guy," Kellin muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just said that Kellin trusts me." Kellin laughed awkwardly.

The door to the studio burst open. Vic was panting like he just ran a marathon. He kinda had because going up two flights of stairs is rigorous work.

Jack whistled. "Nice doo Kermit."

Vic laughed pushing his fingers through his mane," I know right."

"You look like that guy from Sesame Street."

"Big Bird?" Five slack jawed faces stared at Gabe.

"No Gabe," they monotoned, "it's fucking Oscar."

Kellin, who looked lightly salted over his new hair color, wasn't having any of it.

"Um guys can we like track this song or something? We've been waiting like five-ever on freaking Kellin to get here."

"Why the rush Ke–Vic?" Vic purred.

"We haven't been waiting that long Vic. It's literally been fifteen minutes, "Justin interrupted.

Vic stared pointedly at Kellin.

"Let's just fucking go," he said under his breath, stomping into the actual recording booth. He stomped out ten seconds later when he realized Copeland was still strapped to his chest.

Kellin set his daughter down carefully and stomped back in the booth.

"Start the recording!" he snapped, pulling the headphones on.

The Sleeping With Sirens guys looked sheepish, wondering why Vic was acting like such a diva. Wondering why Vic was acting so much like Kellin.

"Maybe it's because they've been hanging around each other so much," they collectively thought.

The audio track of soft guitars started to play from the speakers around the room. After about thirty seconds of thinking, Kellin took a deep breath and started to sing,

"Sometimes it's a battle

At times it's a war

But you're never defenseless

Sometimes we all lose strength

Please don't lose your faith

After our time has passed

We're like light through stained glass

We go on and on and on

In the end we're never gone

Out of the skies I shaped the silence

And from the earth I carved these walls

A piece of the world was only mine

And then I said I wanted more

At the edge of the blackness

When you're stretched to the core

Catch hold of the madness."

Everyone was gaping by the time Kellin stopped singing the verse. Even Copeland, the child who was hardly amused at anything, had put down her toys. Kellin smirked from inside the booth, shrugging off the headphones and placing them back on the rack.

Justin ran a hand through his hair trying to look at anything but the man coming from out of the booth. "I'm at loss for words Vic."

"Vic Fuentes does it again," Nick cheesed giving him a thumbs up.

"Can he help us write all our songs from now on?" Justin laughed," I heard one of you guys talk about creating a superband. I'm all for it."

"Good job man, totally worth the wait!" Jack said giving Kellin a back slap.

Copeland gurgled excitedly for her Papa.

Six pairs of eyes swept to room over to where Vic was standing. They had yet to hear his input. But by the way he presented himself, everyone could tell that something was about to go down.

He was physically shaking. His hands were clenched into fists into his sides. Easily put, Vic Fuentes was not a happy camper. The six pairs of eyes continued to stare, but the stares soon turned to sheepish glances once they saw the furious glare Vic shot them all.

As the green haired Vic started to open his mouth everyone instinctively flinched. Seeing his friends' fear, Vic unclenched and spoke.

"That's not the song we wrote." His voice was quiet. Vic sounded broken. "We took all that time to write a song and you didn't even sing it Kellin."

He started to feel the pinpricks of tears at the end of his sentence.

"Why'd you even call me here if you could have done the song by your–

The soft words stopped as Vic realized, as he had before, he was Kellin and he wasn't supposed to use that name.

The Sirens guys stood in confused silence. Vic started to choke up as he clenched his fists again, "I-I'm sorry everyone. I need to go."

Vic tried to calmly walk out of the room, but it turned into more of a mad dash. Six pairs of eyes turned to Kellin in question.

  if you're confused to why Vic is upset, you have to remember that:

 1.) kellin totally ditched him after that shower blow job 

 2.) Vic really cared about the song they wrote and Kellin just dropped that for a song he literally free styled  and 

3.) he's tired, he's been putting on a show for the last couple of days pretending to be Kellin, it's a lot of stress on him

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