Hell above. And below. And right in front of us. A kellic fanfiction

Im oversleeping like a dog on the floor

Kellins P.O.V.

"Holy shit. Why the hell am I on the floor? And why am I in a field?" I murmured to myself. As memories came flooding back to me, my pounding head became more excruciating. The last thing I remembered was being on stage at warped tour in Atlanta, and falling off of the stage after the night was done. I guessed that I landed on my head. But why hadn't anyone gotten me up? I sat up, too quickly, making my head spin. I reached up to feel my head, and I was greeted with warm, red blood. "Fuck. Now me and Gerard are going to be hair buddies." I said, once again, to myself. "Naw, it'll wash out." Said a smooth voice. As my vision adjusted, a saw a tanned man with long chocolate brown hair extending a hand. I took it, and when I did, I almost fell over. "Easy there." He said, catching me. "I'm Vic." The man said, his hazel eyes playful and worried. "Kellin Quinn." I replied. He seemed to blush as he realized he was still holding me. "Fuentes." He stated. "What?" "My last name is Fuentes." Oh. My. Flacking. God. This was the guy who had been screaming "THE FUENTES BROTHERS AND THEIR WEIRDOS ARE HERE!!! Im just kidding guys." When we all first got here. He seemed different now. "Well, I'd better go wash off." I stated awkwardly. And as I walked off, I swear I heard him say he could help.

A/N: sorry it's so short! I just don't want it to be so long that no one wants to keep clicking xD but new chapter soon ^_^