Lips I'd Like To Kiss (Kellic AU)

-Chapter 1-

Kellin's POV:

You know that moment right before you completely wake up? That moment when you're awake but your brain hasn't fully processed this, so you remember pretty much nothing. You're just there. Anyways, that's my favorite part of the day.

I open my eyes and throw my warm blanket off of me, stretching and yawning. I walk over to my closet and grab a pair of black skinnies and my signature black Blink-182 hoodie, throwing them on my bed and walking over to my bathroom. I hop in the shower and wash up, jumping out quickly afterwards, running into my room and throwing my clothes on. I go to the bathroom and straighten my hair, quickly throwing on my favorite purple beanie on.

I go back to my room and grab my phone and my book, the two most important things to me, of course. I rush down the stairs and quietly peek into the living room to find my uncle passed out on the couch just like old times. We had just moved to San Diego, California after my uncle almost got in trouble for abusing me. But, much to my disdain, he convinced the neighbors and teachers at my school that I was getting bullied at school, which actually was true, but still. He was drunk just about 99% of the time and it was really annoying. I, of course, being the short, scrawny, gay kid, didn't have the guts to stand up for myself so I was bullied very often. My plan at this school was to go by unnoticed, and fake straightness If needed. I cant handle another year of being beaten by not only my uncle, but jocks at school as well.

Sometimes I think about how my life would have been so much better if I hadn't suggested that my parents have a date night on that late September night. I remember how I was extremely worried after my parents had been gone an hour longer than the said they would be. After about two hours of worrying about them I received a phone call from the police station saying that they had been in a car crash and they both died on impact. After their funeral, I was immediately shipped off from Michigan to Oregon to live with my uncle, Stan. For the first few months he was nice and sympathetic towards me, then one day, he started drinking and made it a habit to beat the shit out of me almost everyday. I remember that was when I started self harming. Honestly, I just wish I died in that car crash with them.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I realized I had reached the front gates of this gigantic school. I already hate it here. Its too fucking big. There's literally a fucking sign with maps on it for students to use. I walked up to the sign and grabbed a map. I studied the map and found out where the office was. I followed the directions that the map was giving me and got to the office about 3 minutes after the bell rang for 1st period.

I walked up to the front desk and saw a fairly attractive blonde sitting there typing away at the computer. She looked up at me with her dull brown eyes " Hi! What do you need?" She said with obviously fake enthusiasm. "Uhm..... I-Im new here." I said and cursed my goddamn stutter. "Oh! You must be Kellin!" I nodded and she handed me a piece of paper with my locker number and combination and my Schedule. I gave her a small smile and walked to the locker hall, navigating with the small map that I collected. I finally found my locker, number 182. 'Wow, what a coincidence!' I think, looking down at my Blink hoodie. I enter in my locker combination and grab my Creative Writing folder, since that's my first period. I looked at my map and headed off to first period.

I slowly opened up the door to Mr. Winchester's classroom. I walked inside and all conversation stopped as the students moved their judging stares to me. Who im assuming was Mr. Winchester walked towards me with a surprised and slightly sympathetic look. I guess he knows about my parents then.... Oh well.

"Hello, you must be Kellin Bostwi-" I cut him off quickly, not wanting to be called after my uncle's last name. "Quinn. Kellin Quinn." I said adding extra emphasis on 'Quinn'. "Well hello, Kellin Quinn. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Winchester asked me. "Nope." I said and popped the 'p' with a bored look.