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I Can Play Drums Too.

                 Kellin's POV

          After that phone call I was exhausted mentally and physically.  I went back up to the room. I grabbed the little journal that they gave me when I got here yesterday. I carry it to my bed and reach over to my nightstand to get the fat kindergarten pencil without  an eraser on it that came with the book. I guess the figure that we can't injure ourselves with this....but I  can think of a couple of ways. Anyways. I open the book to the first page and begin to write. I write lyrics and they just flow out. I couldn't stop either, not that I wanted to. This is good. I like this.

                                  *The first song he wrote at mesa vista.* (A peek into Kellins notebook.)

YOU

YOU

Tell me how, has it taken so long for me to open up my eyes.

I see through you now, I won't fall for the things you said before.

How, has it taken so long for me to finally realize.

I'm on my team, I won't run away but back to believe.

And when they all turn against you, you better be prepared to fight.

They say i'm a sinner, but nobody knows, You only do what you're told, you better hope that your right.

They say I'm a sinner, im not the only one.

You wanna point your finger, you better make a choice tonight.

Cus i'll stand up for what is right.

How, has such a bitter person become the man I am.

I'm turning my heart out just give me the time.

Tell me how, how am I to change when i'm still trying to figure out how. 

How to be saved.

save my, save me, save me.

And when they all turn against you, try not to look away.

They say i'm a sinner, but nobody knows.

You only do what you're told, you better hope that your right.

They say i'm a sinner, i'm not the only one.

You wanna point your finger, you better make the choice tonight.

cus i'll stand up for what is right.

YOU

You better choose your side make a choice tonight.

No, you better draw the line right now between wrong and right.

I am a sinner.

I'll never be your martyr.

Just stand up for what is right.

They say I'm a sinner, but nobody knows.

You only do what you're told,you better hope that your right.

They say i'm a sinner, Im not the only one.

you wanna point your finger, you better make a choice tonight.

cus i'll stand up for what is right.

All my life i've been the person  I am.

Who are you to try and judge. 

         "whoa dude that....was awesome."Says a voice I recognize as Gerard. I snap the journal shut as he walks closer. My cheeks heat up and I mutter a thanks and shove the journal under my pillow. I glance at the clock; it's half past 7 and I can't feel my feet again, my heart's pounding out of chest! please dont ask please dont ask. I think in my head. "So what was that song about?" Gerard ask. I mentally groan. "My boyfriend." I sigh. He only nods to show that he isn't gonna push the subject. 

    "We aren't confined to our rooms for a couple more hours why are you up here?" I ask Gerard  "Oh right, well there's therapy session at 8 which is in 15 minutes. We also got two new people today that mean we have to introduce ourselves all over again." He said with an exasperated sigh. I nodded and followed him down to where group therapy was held.

 "Alright everyone take your seats we have two new people here so we are going to introduce ourselves and say one thing about you. I'll start I'm Margaret and I hold group therapy everyday at 8." The lady said nodding her head at me which I didn't notice because I haven't looked up from the ground since I got to group therapy. "I'm Kellin and I sing in a band." I mumbled and went back to staring at the ground. My name is Josh and I play the drums." A new voice said. I wasn't very interested in  meeting new people so I didn't even look up. I just dont want to be here. "I'm Mike and I play the drums too." A new voice said. That voice sparked my interest my head snapped up. "Oh my god." I mumbled. "What do you know him?" Gerard whisper asked. "That's my boyfriend's little brother." I stated. A smile spread on my lips. "Kells dont-" was all that Gerard got out before I launched myself at Mike. "Michael!" I screamed interrupting the therapy session. "Michael and Kellin you both have therapy detention after therapy you too are dismissed from group therapy see you in two hours." Margaret seethed. We got up and walked to my room to catch up. 

 He can play drums too.