(We'll See Who's Laughing) In The End (Kier Kemp/Fearless Vampire Killers)

Chapter 7 - Sing For What You Feel Inside

Hey! I know, it's a bit late, but I had to stay behind longer than I thought for History, and then I had to go to the shop and stuff so yeah, but it's here! Hope you like chapter 7! Comment, vote and follow etc.

Title cred: Ritual - Black Veil Brides (someone new, eh!)

Ellen xoxo

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I woke up the next morning much like I had the last, except I was curled up in Kier's lap with my head in Ashley's. I yawned, blinking to adjust my eyes to the daylight streaming through the half-open curtains nobody had bothered to close properly last night. I then noticed the three empty vodka and two empty gin bottles on the floor, and the full effect of my hangover began to seep into my skull. I groaned, not particularly caring if I woke anyone up at this point. "You hungover too?" I looked up at Kier, who was rubbing his temples, red fringe messily sitting on his head. I groaned again and nodded, sitting up so I wasn't touching Ash, but almost snuggled into his chest.

"Yep. Hurts like a bitch."

"Hey, you aren't supposed to be talking, remember?" He smirked, and I remembered the dare Laurence had given me last night, racking my poor brain until a song came into mind. I breathed in and began to sing, knowing it'd sound crap as I was tired, hungover and couldn't sing anyway.

"Last night, can't remember. What happened? Where'd we go? I woke up, this morning. Where's my car? Where's my keys? Where's my clothes? I feel my head still spinning but I'm doing alright, 'cause I think I just had the best night of my life. Last night, can't remember. What happened? Did it happen? Last night." I cringed at my awful Good Charlotte impersonation, but looked up at his amused expression anyway.

"Aww, I think you'd best leaving the singing to us, darling. But basically, we played truth or dare, I'm guessing you remember Laur's dare. Do you remember much after that?" He asked.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit." Hey there, Aritha Franklin!

"You remember we told you about Shane and Drew?" He asked. I looked over to the Timids, Drew laying across Shane, their hands linked, and a smile spread across my face. I nodded. "How about when Jake made them kiss?" I nodded again. "Urr, you remember you and Ashley racing those vodka shots?" I looked regretfully over at the Smirnoff and groaned again, but nodded. "Andy having to go outside and sing the whole of In The End in his boxers?" I racked my brain and giggled at the faint memory, nodding. "Okay... do you... uhh... d'ya remember Ash's dare for me?" I thought and thought, but the last thing I could remember was Jake getting his back waxed (we found wax strips on the room service menu, I know, the fuck?! But, it was funny) and then everyone downing a half glass of neat gin. I frowned and shook my head.

"3pm, on my feet and staggering, through misplaced words and a sinking feeling, I got carried away. Sick, sick of sleeping on the floor. Another night, another score. I'm jaded, bottles breaking. You're only happy when I'm wasted, I point my finger but I just can't place it..." I trailed off of my favourite All Time Low party song, looking at Kier for another explanation.

"No, no! Nothing too carried away. He umm... dared me to... kiss you. We were drunk, I swear! I only know about it because there are apparently pictures on my phone from most of the night. But from what I can tell, it was just a kiss, I swear." Wow, we'd kissed?! He showed me the picture, and he was right, just a simple kiss on the lips. It was only a drunken dare anyway. But there was no fucking way Andy could see this. He would overreact and blow the whole thing way out of proportion. I thought of a song, it wasn't the best description of the situation, but it'd have to do.

"You are the only one that needs to know. I'll keep you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret. My dirty little secret, who has to know?" All-American Rejects for the win! I winced at the end, hoping to convey it didn't mean anything like the song made out, and nodding my head at my brother, who was sleeping on the floor next to Laur.