Stomach Tied In Knots (Kellin Quinn FanFiction)

Dizzy Spells

The night yawned on and soon, we found ourselves at my home. Kellin glanced around the dirty streets of the neighborhood and took in the surroundings with a quiet look of disapproval passing over his squinted eyes.

Hot embarrassment was settling on my cheeks as he looked around the abundance of welfare apartments. The were small rectangular shapes that were lined with red bricks and had dying maple trees in the front yard.

"Well, it's not much, but this is my home." I sauntered up the walk to my apartment that was lit up inside like a poorly made Ginger bread house filled with candles. I glanced to the street and saw a familiar car parked there. Sighing in relief, I felt a weight lift off my shoulder knowing Rebecca was still here. The walkway was dark as I stalked up to the front door and the stress was dropping behind me with every step.

I felt a churning in my stomach that seemed to have originated from my head. It was like I was extremely and suddenly hung over. I just wanted to sleep.

When I turned to say goodbye to Kellin, I was startled by the fact that he had followed me up the walk and was right behind me.

"Well... thank you for bringing me home. Im sorry if I caused any trouble for you or the band." I spoke formally and offered my hand. In the slight shadows I could see part of his face and knew he was thinking of not taking it. The glow of his eyes rested on me expectantly, as if I were doing something wrong.

Finally, he took my hand in his and we shook hands. He shook hands in the way that he cupped both of his hands over my one hand and bobbed it up and down. I thought it was strange and wondered who had raised him to shake hands this way. Maybe he learned it from somewhere he had travelled over the years. Or maybe he only shook hands like this to freak me out; either way, it freaked me out.

"You weren't a bother at all. In fact, I think this whole experience has done some good." He commented in a cheery voice.

Figuring he would want to get back to the band's van, I turned and attempted to take my hand back from him but he held me tight in his grasp. When I turned to question him, he let me go and awkwardly scratched his head, looking away from me.

"Audrey, I don't know when we are going to leave town considering What's happened, but I'd really like to... uh, well, keep in contact. Just to see how things are going." He kept his gaze down for a moment before looking at me and giving me an awkwardly cute, crooked smile. I smiled, realizing how embarrassed he was before he went on. "And I mean, the guys would like to know if you... recover alright. Not saying you can't do things, I mean, obviously you are able to do stuff, but you should get some rest after What's happened. Are you going to work?"

I stood for a moment, taking in what he was saying much slower than he had sputtered them to me. Im sure my eyes were wide with worry for his sanity and I quickly tried to composed myself.

He laughed nervously before stepping closer, resting his arm on the ugly red bricks by the door that I was leaned against.

"Oh.. Kellin, I...." I tried to get out a coherent sentence, but no good words came to mind that would bridge together the thoughts I wanted to express to him. "There's something I should tell you. Something I think I should have said, but didn't think it important at the moment cause--"

I was cut off due to the lack of door supporting my back as it suddenly opened behind me. At the same time, the porch light shot on and burned my eyes. I screached in surprise as I fell back and onto the thin carpet in the entryway of my living room.

Seering pain shot through the nerves in my head as I squeezed my eyes closed. A pulse pounded up through my body and dissolved violently through my head as if it were going to explode at any moment.

"Audrey?" I heard Rebecca, but could only see dancing purple splotches in front of my face as I tried to blink them away.

When I merely laid there waiting for the ceiling to stop turning clockwise, Rebecca was asking questions that I couldn't hear due to the rushing of blood through my eardrums.

I felt strong arms slide under me and I blinked, letting my neck Bob back as I was lifted to a sitting position right in the doorway. The ceiling rolled until my vision stopped face to face with Kellin. The purple splotches danced around his face as if the air around him sparkled and for a moment I was too dazzled to think.

My stomach began to turn as I looked at his face. I wasn't sure if it was my head or his worried expression that made my stomach flip, but I found myself gasping for air from the sickness that enthralled me.

"Hey, you took a pretty intense spill," he observed and cracked a smile, softly curving his fingers over my forehead to move a strand of hair from my eyes.

I looked into his eyes for the first time and he seemed satisfied, even reassured, that I'd done this. I let out a breath before answering him. "I'm gonna throw up." I stated with a sure, but quivering, voice.

I stumbled to my feet and ran to the bathroom. I had just enough luck to throw the door closed before throwing up in the sink. I didn't have much to give so my body wrenched as it stole the air from my lungs. I threw my hands on the mirror attempting to gasp for air.

Grateful Kellin didn't see me hurl, I toppled onto the toilet and tried to breathe as it had felt like I had swallowed sand. I cranked the closest knob on the sink faucet and crumpled into myself, sobbing silently.