Hey guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated, I've been going through some stuff and having writers block.
I've decided not to write the final chapter of this story, I may even delete it. If any of you would like to write an ending yourself, I'd be happy to pick a favorite and publish it. You can message it to me here, or email it to me at quinnway10300@gmail.com.
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I wrote this story as therapy for myself, I was self harming daily and I felt like shit, to put it in short. I'm actually really embarrassed that I published this, I didn't even give it a plot line, I was just writing to help myself.
Now that I've read this story over, I hate the message it sends; I hate how Kellin feels the need to "fix" Vic. Again, this is an example of me living through the story: I felt like I needed to be fixed.
No worries though, I'm recovering and I've learned that, despite how much help I may need, in the end the one responsible for my getting better is me. Annnddddd this story teaches the exact opposite.
Anyway, I may delete this, I don't know yet. But if for some reason you liked this fanfic, please go read my new one, Misadventures. It's not depressing and it'll have an actual plot, it's not just a stupid therapy writing.
Anyway, so long and goodnight. I love you all, and thank you for your votes and support for Kissing In Cars, even if I never intended for it to go anywhere. Until next time~
-Landon
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Kissing In Cars | Kellic
FanfictionBefore I could stop myself, I ruined the perfect moment: I laughed. Kellin pulled away from me and stuck his bottom lip out, pouting. "What's so funny? Do you not like the way I taste?" "No, you taste fine, but... is this going to become a routine...
