Daughter of Kellin Quinn

You Deserve A Second Chance

*Copeland's POV*

I feel like shit. I shouldn't have drank so much. At least my vision isn't blurry and my head doesn't hurt anymore.

It was bright and early when I woke up. The sun was shining right in my face. I poked my head out of the curtains that blocked my view from the boys. I took a peek inside Vic's bunk. He was asleep. There was a slight crack of a view to Jaime's bunk. He was also asleep. I couldn't see if Mike was up so there's no use trying. I slowly flipped the cover off me and got up. I put on Vic's slippers since he wasn't aware I was wearing them. Tony was asleep on the couch. He looked so adorable sleeping with his other Star Wars blanket perched over his head where I can't see his face. He looks like he's suffocating though. Can he even breathe under there?

I walked over and opened the fridge to get something to eat. I didn't wanna wake Jaime up to make me breakfast. Usually I would jump on him and wrap his cover over his face and mess around with him. I would lay on top of him until he woke up. I recollect the time I stretched my body to the max that I was practically covering him. I was his blanket, with some weight of course. Too bad I was younger. I can't do that now. I'll probably break his ribs. Or...can I?

I creaked open the door to their room. Damn, I didn't want to wake up Mike or Vic. Oh, a little noise won't hurt 'em. They're used to loud sounds anyway. Their music is fucking all guitars and drums!

I climbed the ladder to his bunk. I smiled at him even though his eyes were closed. Here goes nothing...

"Wake up, Jaime, you lazy bastard!" I yanked his dragon blanket off him. "Hiiiimmeeeeee! Wake up!" He popped open one of his eyes. "Hime! Yay! You're awake! Okay so I n-" He closed his eye. I slowly sat on his stomach. This is hard. It was easier when I was younger, now it's difficult. I started galloping on his stomach, holding him down so he couldn't turn over. "Hime! Hello?! Hime! Wake the fuck up!" He pushed me over to the side where the wall was.

"What time is it?" he said.

I smiled widely. "Time for you to get a watch. Okay 7:24 am, bright and early!"

"Bright and early my ass. Leave me alone." He grabbed his pillow and forcefully threw it over his head, holding down the sides.

Okay, now I'm mad. "Jaime Alberto! Please? I'm hungry and you are the only one who can cook. Besides Vic, I can't wake him. He still needs his rest."

"I need my rest."

I jumped on top of him. He let out a giant gasp of air. "Omg, Jaime. Please?"

He turned over and tossed the pillow to the side. "You're not ten anymore! Get your fluff off of me."

"Fluff?"

"Whatever. You're 18 and a girl. How can you not cook yet?"

Is that an insult? "My mom does all the cooking. She insists on it." He didn't answer me. "I'm not getting off of you until you agree to make me something."

He sighed and sat up in his bed. "What do you want?"

"Pancakes," I clapped with joy.

"No."

"Jaime..."

"Fine, eat cereal."

"Jaime..."

"Eat Mike's pizza rolls."

"Jaime! You are so ungrateful, which is why I'm taking your advice. I will eat his pizza rolls."

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"Who the fuck ate my pizza rolls?!" Mike shouted, slamming the fridge and running in the living room. I was on Vic's laptop and I focused my attention on it so it wouldn't seem like I ate them. Mike has a temper and I don't want him to go off at me. Tony was sitting next to me watching TV, and Vic was writing new lyrics at the dining room table. "I'm still waiting for an answer," he argued.