What my dreams are made of

Chapter 1

A/N: i kinda portrayed kate as a bitch and a bad mother. i have no ill thoughts of her. my writing is fictional, and i think she is great. but for plot reasons, i portrayed her that way. NO HATE!!!

My name is Kellin Quinn Bostwick-Fuentes, and I'm the happiest man on earth. But I wasn't always this way. I had to fight for my happiness. Here's the story of how.

(Kellin's POV)

I awoke to the sound of music. I suppose that's a good way to wake up. My eyes adjusted to the light that was streaming through the open windows. Shivers ran up my back as I looked around. Where the hell am I? Oh yeah... Kate's bed. I mean OUR bed. It really didn't feel mine since I was always on tour. The only thing that still felt mine was cope. Copeland Quinn. My pride and joy. My beautiful love. That baby was everything to me. But her mother... Well. The whole thing with Kate is complicated. She loves me, and I don't feel anything. But I can't leave, for cope's sake. so there i was, stuck in my perfectly imperfect life.

i rolled out of bed, stumbled down the stairs, and emerged into yhe living room of our house. kate sat on the couch as cope played on the ground with some toys. "hello love," kate smiled at me. i smiled back weakly."ready for your new tour, babe?" she said, with a slight hint of sarcasm. "of course! time to see the boys!"

cope tugged at kate's shirt. " COPELAND QUI.. i mean... copeland darling" kate cooed "dont play with mommy's expensive clothes. designer is not for babies!" i just rolled my eyes. "im gonna go shower." i say as i walk back up the stairs.

i had maybe 20 minutes to get ready before mike and vic came to pick me up. i picked out clothes, layed them out, and turned on the shower.

(vic's POV)

i was up bright and early. i took a shower and spent about an hour picking out my clothes. i ended up choosing a pair of grey skinny jeans, a red amthem shirt, a beanie, and vans. casual, but cool. i popped i my earbuds and played the first song that came on. it was 'stomach tied in knots' by sleeping with sirens. wow. so thats why i was happy. you know that feeling when you're really excited, but you can't quite place why? well i was feeling that up untill right now. Kellin. that was it. mike and i were picking him up for the 'collide with the sky / feel' tour. a few months with kell... i could hardly wait. im not gay, but kellin has the most amazing eyes. and hair. and voice. and everything. okay. ill admit it. he was perfect and i had a bit of a crush on him. just a bit. or alot...

i was ripped from my thoughts by a knock at the door. "yo! you ready?" mike yelled. "yeah. ill be there in a sec," i spit out. i grab my stuff and run out of my room. "mike... hold on a sec. i need To talk to you" i run up to him, my heart pounding.

"i think i might like kellin." I cough out. "wait why are you smirking?" i ask mike, as he attempts to hold back laughter. "bro, im sorry, but your walls are thin. did you know you talk in your sleep?" he chuckled. "lets go," he smiles, as i stand there stunned.