DIARY OF A WORTHLESS CUTTER
Chapter 10: No Need For Introductions, I've Read About Girls Like You On The Back Of Toilet Doors
Roni
We had been in America for about three hours and were chilling at the Warped Tour merch booths. I was currently cuddled up on Jack next to the Jagk shirts; Matt was sitting next to us. My Hello Kitty plushy that Jack had gotten me a few months ago was under my arm. A girl with bleach blonde hair wearing a crop top and short shorts walked up. She lent down over the table in front of Jack, exposing her cleavage to him.
"Hi I'm-" She starts to say but I cut her off.
"No need for introductions, I've read about girls like you on the back of toilet doors." I say angrily and she gasps in offense.
"That's right bitch I went there, he's mine." I growl and she practically runs away.
Jack reaches up, taking my face in his hands, making me look at him, and quirks an eyebrow at me.
"I didn't like how she was looking at you like a coyote looks at a dead rabbit! Baby if we were in Iowa she would have been shot for doing that shit! We don't take kindly to whores showing their tits to our men." I explain and he looks at me in confusion.
"How does a coyote look at a dead rabbit?" Jack questions awkwardly.
I smile, my dad and I used to go coyote and rabbit hunting all the time! I lick my lips and lower my eyelids before sniffing him intently. Stop at his neck I lick it, getting a shiver from him. I nip at his collarbone before finding the spot I was after and biting down on it hard. He moans my name, and I feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I suck on the bite mark, making him moan shamelessly. Soon I was satisfied with my claim and I pull away.
"I wish I was a dead rabbit!" He chirps and attaches our lips.
Mmm Jack Barakat... I move my lips naturally against his. I hear a throat being cleared and Jack pulls away. Oh my God! It's Kellin Fucking Quinn. Jack's eyes widen when he sees the look in my eyes and he wraps his arms tightly around my waist, making sure I don't tackle the singer of Sleeping With Sirens.
"Hey Kellin!" My boyfriend greets casually.
"Hey, Jack! Who's the pretty lady?" Kellin asks, smiling at me.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! EEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Say something you idiot!
"H-hi." I stammer out and slap myself mentally.
"This is my girlfriend Roni, at the moment I am making sure she doesn't tackle you. She loves your band." Jack explains and Kellin laughs- oh my God it's like an angel playing a harp!
"I doubt she could do much damage." He says.
"It's you're funeral bro." The skunk haired boy says, releasing his ironclad grip on me.
I squeal and tackle the green-eyed boy. He gasps in surprise as we fall to the ground, me on top of him- my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I giggle at this and squeeze the dark haired boy.
"KELLIN FUCKING QUINN!" I scream, and hear the click! of my boyfriend's phone as he takes a picture.
"RONI FUCKING I DON'T KNOW YOUR LAST NAME!" Kellin shouts, embracing me.
"My last name is Franceschi by the way." I answer, happily inhaling the amazing scent that is Kellin Quinn. He doesn't smell like Jack, Oli, Josh, the rest of All Time Low or any of You Me At Six or Matt from Bring Me The Horizon.
"Josh from You Me At Six is your brother?" He asks and I nod.
"Adoptive brother yeah." I answer, unwillingly getting off of Kellin fucking Quinn (insert fangirl squeals here) eeeeeeeeeek!
"Cool. I'm Kellin Quinn by the way." Kellin introduces.
"You mean Kellin Fuentes?" I ask hopefully.
"Ah you're a Kellic shipper huh?" He questions.
I nod vigorously because WHO DOESN'T SHIP KELLIC FUENTINN?!?!?!
"Gosh Jack, she's adorable. Better, keep an eye on her. Might have to kidnap her sometime." Kellin says with a wink and I squeal.
"OMFG I always thought it would be me kidnapping Kellin Quinn instead of him kidnapping me." I mumble and look at my feet.
"How many people have you planned to kidnap?" Jack asks in disbelief.
