When Everythings Okay | Kellin Quinn X Reader

Sympathy

I arrive home from school, earlier than usual. I usually walk home with Kellin but today he wasn't in the mood and walked home early. I'm concerned about him.

I walk to the door of my room, sighing and gently opening the door. I set down my things on my desk and go to my bed and fall on it, the pillows surrounding my face. I roll over onto my side and pull my phone out of my pocket, staring at the screen.

Maybe I should text him. Maybe ask him to go somewhere? I should check up on him, just to see if he's okay. It's important. His mental health is important to me.

Y/U/N: Hey. . .

Kellin: Hi

Y/U/N: How's it going?

Kellin: How's what going?

Y/U/N: Your day.

Dumb question on my part. He's not just the mood to talk. I can tell. I just want to make him happy; at least just a little bit.

Kellin: shit, why's it important?

Y/U/N: I. . .
Y/U/N: ugh fine
Y/U/N: Wanna go somewhere?

Kellin: No

Y/U/N: Its not like a date or anything

Even though I wish it was.

Y/U/N: And it doesn't have to be in public or anything.
Y/U/N: I just want to talk

Now here is the part I really fucked up. Yep.

Kellin: Where do you want to meet?

Y/U/N: Wait you actually. . . .
Y/U/N: nevermind.
Y/U/N: meet me half way to my house and we'll go from there.

Kellin: Okay. See you in 20.

With that the conversation ends and I have 20 minutes to get ready to get everything ready. What I'm wearing is to school appropriate. I need a backpack or something to carry something to do. Maybe not though.

I run to my closet and dig through the shirts until I find my Green Day shirt. I quickly take off my shirt and put on the new one. I tuck the shirt into my pants then grab my batman belt and put it on. I on my grey jacket then put on my leather vest. I leave on my black skinny jeans and my black vans.

I hurry to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My eyeliner is smeared. I quickly wipe it off and reapply it, making it look better than when I went to school.

I don't know why I'm trying so hard. It's not like it's a date or anything. On the other hand, it's Kellin. Maybe I'm trying to hard. It's not like I'm in love with him or anything. We're only in our Senior year. Our last year of high school. . . So maybe. . .

I look at the clock. I have 10 minutes to finish getting ready. What to do. . . What to do. . . . Nothing. I'm done and ready.  Now all I have to do is wait. And wait. And wait until time is finally up.