Stomach Tied In Knots(Kellic)

2-...Then I'm Vic Fuentes

'Shit, what day is it? Sunday. It's suday.'

Kellin awoke with this thought. The dark haired man had little concept of time, place, and date. Which, in turn, really didn't impact his life at all. His watch and calendars toured with him, constantly reminding him of the places he had to go, what time he had to get there, and how long he had to get dressed.

Kellin, now hopeless and sullen, rarely got 'dressed' or 'ready' anymore. He simply threw on something, anything he pulled out of his old bag of which was worn out and tearing from tours before. He was certian that this tour would be the fate of the poor, but faithful, tote.

What he was doing at the moment, half heartedly pulling out a faded Anthem Made shirt and black jeans with the same colour TOMS shoes, could only be the most pitiful sight that the other members or the crew and band had seen since Kellin had gotten his heart broken for the first time. His shoulders sunk down, head falling with them as he shuffeld along his well beaten pathway to the small, shared bathroom that the whole bus full used. His fingers fumbled aroud his tooth brush, paste, and the faucet as he tried to brush his already perfectly white teeth. The saddend man seemed to be struggling with the most simple of tasks today, the same day his daughter, who was now 5 years of age, called him on Skype and told him that "mommy said he couldnt come over to see her untill Christmas" leaving both father and daughter in tears.

Now the man was done, he had on clothes and smelled nice enough for public. Nice enough for the other man, the small mexican that held his heart unknowingly. Maybe today of all days, a bad day, he would impress this man.

Kellin had no idea what it felt like before now to be in love and heart broken two times over. The boy hurt. All the bones in his body ached and his heart felt as if it were going to explode, in the bad way. He felt like he could fall over in a million peices any moment.

But he couldn't, for the fans. Not only for the thousands of fans but for Vic, for Copeland, for his band. For everything. He couldn't give up yet. Not yet, but when this damn tours over...Kellin's gotta get shit done. He dosen't even care if it'll kill him...

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So it's a filler. Sorry. I'll write something real on sunday. Love you :*

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x Marti McWhy