Body-Swap | kellic

Props & Mayhem

Maybe it seems so strange

But we don't even stress at all

'Cause we've got poisons in our well

{Vic}

"What the actual fuck Kellin? You poisoned me?"

He threw up his–my–hands in the surrender position as we continued walking.

"It could have ended up worse."

I cut him slack because he was right, this could have ended up a lot worse.

"So all we need to do is finish the song and we can switch back?" I asked mainly for my own well being.

"I guess. 'Seems simple enough."

Sure it is, I rolled my eyes, the only reason we finished King For A Day in one piece was because when he came in I already had half the song done. When Kellin recruited me to do his song there were no lyrics, no chords, and barely a name. It was just a vague idea that no one felt like cultivating.

When we finally got back to my house, the rest of my band was making breakfast. My stomach rumbled at the sight of blueberry pancakes.

"Can you fix my plate Mike?" I asked my brother, walking past him to go upstairs.

"What?"

You're in Kellin's body dumbass.

Mike gave me a strange look, I decided to play it off.

"We're gonna work on the song upstairs so can you make me some pancakes too?" I laughed awkwardly, "Please?"

"Sure," he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Me too bro," Kellin added heading on to the upper level.

As soon as we were upstairs, I pulled him into the bathroom and plugged in my hair straightener.

"That was close," I huffed snapping the iron a couple times to see if it had heated up yet.

Kellin laughed and I couldn't help but smile, "I thought you would be the one to remember the terms of being in each others bodies, you're the responsible one."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah."

The methodic sound of the opening and closing of the straightener became our conversation. My long hair decided to cooperate and fall in neat warm waves.

"There," I pronounced, beaming at the end product of my work.

"How do you do this everyday?" Kellin whined running fingers through the hair.

I quickly pulled Kellin's messy black bangs though the iron too.

"It's called wanting to look good. Take notes kid."

"Your hair looks great natural Vic. You don't need to straighten it everyday."

I wasn't sure how to respond to the compliment so I played it off cockily and grinned, "I know."

He stuck out his tongue like a middle schooler. I unplugged the flat iron from the socket and left it on the counter to cool off.

"That was fun and all," Kellin said sarcastically, "but let's get some actual work done."

Jamie opened the bathroom door, two steaming plates of pancakes in his hands.

"Umm breakfast, and why were you calling each other by your own names?"