Playing With Fire

Beatus Quinn; Part Numero Uno.

(Read the bottom for info on the Kellic Mpreg- 'Fast Times')

Kellin's POV;

I heard shooting and shot up from my seat, banging my head against the freaking car in the freaking process. I looked to the side and noticed the keys dangling from the ignition. The shooting had been going on for a while, but I knew we were supposed to be out of here before it started.

Let's just say the basement walls are thin.

I moved not-so-swiftly onto the driver's seat and started the car. As soon as I did, there was banging on the backseat window.

"Kellin, let us in!" Jaime shouted and I unlocked the doors. He and Tony got in and I drove to where I knew Vic would be. He was standing next to his asshat brother when I stopped beside them. I rolled down the window like a badass, "Get In." Both wasted no time in rushing into the truck. I glanced at the graffiti on the wall and did a double take.

"What the.. Is that me??" I turned to Vic.

"What? No! Maybe, just drive!" He yelled and I did as told in a daze, because I couldn't decide how I felt about seeing my face illegally plastered onto the brick wall of a posh community. Not only that, I had a mustache and a sombrero on.

A. Freaking. Sombrero.

"DRIVE!" Four voices ordered, all with a bit of panic in them.

"GOD, OKAY, so pushy.." I muttered as I drove back the way we'd come.

I parked outside of a Taco Bell that I had seen while I was in my caffeine-induced high.

"What are you doing?" Vic asked as I got out of the car.

"I'm going to buy Chinese food, Vic."

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car; I was quickly followed by Jaime, Tony, and Mike. Vic remained in the car and I told the others to go ahead.

I opened his door, "If you come with us, we can stall the conversation about why my face was on a wall."

He nodded, got out, and followed me inside where the others were already sitting in a booth with a heap of food in the middle.

No one talked, and we ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other.

We left Taco Bell and piled back into the car, only this time I was back on the passenger seat and Vic was driving the guys home. He dropped Mike off last and asked me if I wanted to stay with them.

"Really?"

"Yeah.. And we can talk about the whole illegally-spray-painting-your-face-onto-the-wall thing tomorrow."

"Oh, I don't want to talk about that." I said as we walked in his house.

"You don't?" He asked, confusion his tone, as he lead me upstairs to his bedroom.

"Nope, I want to talk about the whole illegally-spray-painting-a-sombrero-onto-my-face-on-a-wall."

I plopped down on his bed as he stripped in front of me.

Lord, help me.

Don't get a boner, don't get a boner, don't get a boner, don't get a boner.

He pulled down his pants so that he was just in his boxers.

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"Well, technically Mike did that."

"Did he also do the caterpillar on my lip?"

"Mustache, but yes, he did."

We laid down as far as we could from each other and honestly the fact that he was nearly naked was starting to get to me.

"Y'know, that wasn't Kellin Quinn on the wall, nop, that wasn't me."

Vic chuckled,"Then who was it."

"That was my cousin.."

"Your cousin?"

I nodded as I drifted to sleep.

"Beatus Quinn."

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HOLA HUMANS!

THIS SUCKS.

IT'S SO SHORT LIKE 500 AND SOMETHING WORDS SHORT ;-; I'M SORRY

I REALLY AM I SUCK I KNOW, I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT UP BUT UGH IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING AND I JUST CANT KEEP THIS CHAPTER GOING.

Also, I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER OR REALLY FIRST CHAPTER OF 'FAST TIMES' AND THERE WILL BE SMUT. I'VE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE SO, IT MIGHT SUCK. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

-xoxo