Stomach Tied In Knots(Kellic)

1-If You're Kellin Quinn...

"I can't even live with myself...woah oh..."

It rang true that the dark haired boy, who sang to a crowd of thousands, could not live with himself any longer. His marriage had failed of recent and he found himself falling for someone he was on tour with at the moment. The person seemed to be an odd choice for Kellin, seeing as the other boy was of the same sex as Kellin himself. The black haired boy, who continued to sing half heatedly to the crowed, was sure for most of his god-given life that he was straight. Rest assured that he now questioned his sexuality and sanity before tons of boys and girls who had already faced their own and took it on proudly. The man was scared of his own being and the feelings his heart and mind had enflictited upon his small and fragile body and heart.

Jesse Lawson and Justin Hills, two best friends from his own band, had reassured him that he had not fallen for the older, Hispanic, man but simply adore the attention that the other has shown Kellin.

Vic was a very handsome man with long, brown hair, eyes to match, and the naturally tanned Mexican skin. The eldest of the Fuentes brothers was a very kind and caring individual, epically towards the younger vocalist. Victor Vincent Fuentes had a heart of gold and a mind to match, if only Kellin could be more like the man he so loved at the moment.

The acoustic set Kellin was playing was soon over, and he was waving and yelling goodbye to the crowd or screaming and crying fans. He blew a kiss, then trotted off the stage. Kellin looked around, knowing Vic had been watching the show. Kellin could have sworn that Vic was sporting a smile that could have lit a dark room, a smile Kellin had never seen from the older man before. To Kellin, this was the best kind of smile on Vic, not like anyother emotion the elder chose to display was anything but incredibly adorational.

Kellin had long, long meaning for the past 15 seconds, given up on searching for the other lead. He now resided in his bunk and stared at the empty spot where the now absent photograph of his young daughter, Copeland, and his ex wife, the witch named Katelynne, used to reside. Kellin had found a picture that someone had taken of Vic being carried off stage by Kellin and the boy had put it on his agenda to print, and tape the photo on his celing.

The boys thoughts were interupted by a wash of orange hair and the same coloured scruff invading his bunk and calling his name loudly, in a squealing noise.

"KELLIN STOP JACKING THE FUCK OFF TO PICTURES OF VIC AN LETS GO TO THE SIGNING!" Jesse screamed into Kellin's ear and then ran off, only evidence of him being there was the bunk curtian and the bow fully awake Kellin.

Kellin just grunted and slipped on his TOMS then put in his best fake smile for his fans, and headed out to face the harsh sunlight of the Vans Warped Tour.

Pierce The Veil, Vic's band, would be playing soon. That meant that Kellin should put on his glasses with the mustache attatched and head to side stage after meeting a few fans.

Time to go out and face his biggest fear.

His own feelings tward a small, Mexican man named Victor.

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Authors note!

First chapter is pretty good, eh?.

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x Marti McWhy