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

All Around Me

*Jeydon's POV*

It was too early to be woken up, but I was anyways. I had to be woken up to listen to Jamie tell the story about how she got drunk last night, even though I already knew. I was there, smart ones. I helped her get the alcohol, and now I was woken up after only about 4 hours of restless sleep. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to seem too bored. It turned out to be more difficult than I had thought it would be. I already knew most of this, and I was tired. My eyelids were heavy and I had a hard time staying focused, not that that part was different from every other day of my life. 

My eyes were closed, but I was still trying to listen the best I could. I leaned my head on Mariah's shoulder, which probably wasn't the best idea. As boney as her little shoulders were, they were warm and surprisingly comfortable. It just made me even more tired. 

"Now, I feel horrible and disgusting," Jamie finished. I couldn't even tell you how long she had been talking, because I had barely heard any of it. I did, however, notice that she just happened to avoid the subject of her kissing me and Kellin. That clever little shit.

"You just-"

Mariah was interrupted by a knock at the door, which she quickly stood up to answer. My head fell onto the bed and my eyes flew open. It wasn't as comfortable to lay down here. 

Kellin walked in the room, giving Mariah a quick kiss before entering. It was weird to me that she was okay being in her pajamas, with bed head, in front of him. I mean, she was okay being like that in front of me and Damon, but we had been her friends for years upon years. He was her celebrity idol, and now her boyfriend. 

As much as I tried to ignore it, seeing them kiss made my stomach clench. I had honestly tried my best to get over that- over her. It just didn't really seem to work, but it was easier to be like we used to be without him around. 

He walked over to Jamie and sat down next to her, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Mariah sat back down next to me and ruffled my hair. If anybody that wasn't her tried that, I would smack their hand away. Jamie punched Kellin's arm, blushing. "Shut up," she mumbled. 

"So what were you guys just doing?" He asked us.

"Girl venting sesh," Jamie told him. 

"I'm not a girl," I pointed out. 

"Hush you," Mariah said. "It's not like you were listening anyways." 

"So she knows everything?" Kellin asked. Jamie nodded, but I knew that Mariah didn't know what he was talking about. "About you and Jeydon and the whole kiss situation."

I felt Mariah tense next to me. We probably should have told her everything. 

"And she isn't mad at you? Or me?" Kellin added. 

"What?" Mariah asked. Sometimes, it took her forever to get something like that. You know, put all the pieces together. This time, she did it in a matter of seconds. "You didn't think this would be something I would want to know, best friend?" She spat venom, directed at Jamie, in the last two words. "I know you were drunk and heartbroken, but really?"

It made me feel like when your parents give you that whole "I'm not angry with you, I'm just disappointed in you" speech. It hurt and made you feel like a bad person. I sat up just in time to see Mariah stand up and walk into the bathroom, not even slamming the door behind her. She was kind of bad at being angry.

That was okay with me, though. For a second, I thought that Kellin and I would have to break up a cat fight. There was an awkward and tense silence that hung in the air. "I think we could all use some breakfast," Kellin said, breaking a little piece of the tension. "I will go get some."

He stood up, leaving the room and going somewhere else. Jamie fell back onto the bed and put her hands over her eyes. "I feel like a whore," she said, her voice muffled my her hands.

"You're not a whore," I assured her.

She sat up, sighing. "I need more distraction," she told me. "And I don't mean the alcohol and sex kind. I mean the coffee and best friend shopping day."

I was all in. I got dressed and we headed out. I guess resolving issues with best friends could wait until later, but I couldn't stop thinking. Was she mad at just Jamie, or was she mad at me too?

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*Mariah's POV*

About an hour had gone by, and I decided it was safe to leave the bathroom now. I changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, which was pretty much what I wore everyday. I knew we would be checking out of here in a few hours, but I had this weird thing where I had to clean a hotel room after I stayed there. Damon and Jeydon always made fun of me for this. They always pointed out that there were people whose jobs were to clean the rooms when people left. I just couldn't help it. I guess I felt bad or something. I had to make the beds and pick up all the garbage. I had to have everything the way it had been when we had gotten there. It wasn't fair to just have other people clean up your mess because it's their job. 

Anyways, I had my iPod playing over my speakers, being careful not to play it too loud. Didn't want any noise complaints. I was stacking up the pens and little notepads on the desk when one of my favorite songs came on. Remember When by Chris Wallace. I turned the speakers up a few notches and jumped onto the bed, using my hairbrush as a microphone. I was spinning and singing as loud as I could. I jumped off the bed and whipped my hair once, examining the mess I had made out of the newly made bed. I good ten minutes of working on that had gone to waste. 

I got over it, continuing to dance around the room. The song came to an end and I stuck a pose, tossing the brush back onto the bed. I heard somebody laugh from behind me and start to clap.

I turned around slowly, pushing my blonde hair back into it's place. Kellin stood at the door, an amused grin plastered in his face. "That was beautiful," he chuckled. 

"I try," I shrugged, trying to ignore the blush that was finding it's way to my cheeks. I didn't want to look like a freaking bright red idiot in front of him. 

"I brought you food." He lifted a paper bag from Tim Horton's over his head. He pulled out a tray of iced caps from behind his back. "I'm open for praise now. Even a hug or kiss would be accepted."

I shook my head and started remaking the bed I had ruined. "I'm not really hungry, but thank you," I told him. 

"You know, they have people to clean after you leave, babe." 

Ugh. Like I hadn't heard that before. "I know," I admitted, not in the mood for talking about my weird habits right now. 

"We have some things to talk about," he said, sitting down on the bed I was trying to make. 

Hell yeah we do, I thought, but what I said was, "Okay." I say down next to him.

"The divorce became official this morning," he said. I smiled a little bit, waiting for the rest. "Now, I have to fight for custody of my child."

I nodded. He could get, at least, partial custody. "When do I get to meet her, by the way?" I asked.

"I, actually, don't know if that's a good idea," he said quietly. "I don't know if it would be good to have a new girl in her life so soon, and I don't know of Katelynne will try to use you as leverage in the case."

My smile fell and I just looked at him. Was he suggesting that I could somehow ruin his reputation of the perfect rock star father? How in the hell would I do that? By seeing his kid? I doubt she could even know what was happening. I wouldn't just tell his kid that I was her father's girlfriend and that her parents had just gotten a divorce. It wasn't my place to say anything like that. 

"Just for a little bit," he said, trying to assure me that this could still work out. We could still work with only having Skype dates at 2 in the morning. 

"Okay," I nodded. He took my hand and smiled at me. I forced a smile back, wanting to be as confident in all of this as he was. I just didn't know if I could be.