Emo Band Imagines

2. Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens:) "How Long Have You Been Standing There?"

"Jaime, I can't tell him yet! It's too soon." You're on the phone with your best friend, Jaime from PTV. Worry lines crease on your forehead as you pace your apartment.

"You need to. If you don't, he'll find someone else and you'll regret it." He says.

"What if he doesn't like me back? I can't deal with that heartache. It would just make me even more depressed than I already am."

You've liked Kellin Quinn for years, ever since you met at Warped tour in 2012. You were, and still are, one of the biggest fans of SWS. You were passing by the merch booth when you two bumped into each other, knocking each other over. Ever since you two met, you guys have gotten pretty close.

Dealing with depression your whole life has put you in a slump, sometimes effecting your job. Kellin understands the situation and helps out whenever he can, whether it be leaving you alone to your thoughts, or turning on a romantic comedy. Usually the latter helps, but some days you're just not feeling up to anything except eating your feelings in fettuccine with chicken or rereading your favorite book series.

"I'm pretty sure he likes someone else though. I mean, who would like me anyway? I look like a rat."

"No you don't." You hear someone behind you. You freeze up, recognizing that voice immediately. Shit! You turn around and forget that Jaime is still on the phone with you. Standing behind you is Kellin. His light green eyes piercing (haha get it...?) into yours.

"H-how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough."

"Y/N, do you want me to call you back?" Jaime's voice startles you.

"Uh yeah. I'll be back in a second."

"Okay. See ya. Good luck."

"Bye." You hang up and put your phone in your pocket avoiding his gaze. "How much of that did you hear?"

"'What if he doesn't like me back?'" He repeats what you said earlier.

"Ugh. I'm so stupid." You walk over to the couch and sink into it, pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face in them, sighing in frustration.

"No. You're not." He stands in front of you, his arms crossing over his chest.

"I just admitted that I like you and you heard the entire thing without me knowing. That's not stupid?!" You look up at him for a second and then turn away.

"No it's not." He sits beside you and puts a hand on your upper back.

"Why not?" You grumble, making your words muffled against the dark denim jeans you're currently wearing.

"Because..." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Because I like you back."

Not believing a word he's saying, you raise your head to look at him with disbelief. "You're lying."

"Nope."

"You are! You would never like me! I'm the worst person to hang out with. All I ever do is binge watch How I Met Your Mother on Netflix for months on end while eating like shit all the time. I'm the laziest person you've ever met. We are not compatible at all! You're always on the go with your photo shoots and recording sessions and interviews and tours while I'm here in my pajamas all day, everyday. And on another note-"

Unexpectedly, his soft lips are on yours and you're about to pull away in surprise, when you feel his hand on your back, pulling you closer. You pull back. "Wait."

"Fuck. I'm sorry. Was that not what you wanted?" Kellin puts his head in his hands, running his fingers through his fringe, making it go back to its original position.

"No. That is what I wanted. It's just you took me by surprise. I wasn't expecting it."

"Really?" He lifts his head up, a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Yeah." You lean in, but stop when he doesn't lean in with you. "Kellin?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how the fans will react to this." He stands up. "I mean... you were, and still are, a fan. Other fans would just be crushed if we dated. What if they don't support it?" He's leaning against the wall ahead of you, looking at the ground. His hands are deep in his pockets.

"Then we'll have to just see how it plays out." You stand back up and walk over to him.

"Ok."

"Ok? That's all you have to say about-"

He interrupts you with a kiss and you can't help but smile, sinking into it. His lips turning upwards in a similar smile that you're wearing. His hands pull you closer on your back, yours flying up to his hair.

He pulls away "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

"No." A serious look is on your face.

Confusion and worry wash over him, his smile fading instantly, making him look like a sad puppy. "Wait what?"

"I'm kidding." A smile makes its way to your lips.

"Jesus Christ. You're the worst." He smiles back and hugs you. "I hate you."

"That's a fucking lie." You look up at him, his hands resting on your waist.

"Yeah. It is." He kisses your forehead.

"Should I call Jaime back?"

"Nah. He can wait." He leads you by the hand to the couch. "Let's watch a movie."

"Captain America?"

"You just wanna see Chris Evans shirtless." He turns the tv on and looks at you, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah." You nod and blush, thinking of the first Avenger and his huge muscles. "Damn."

"Let's just watch the movie, yeah?"

"Okie dokie." Cuddled up on the couch, you watch the story of Captain America.

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