Body-Swap | kellic

If You Can't Hang (part 2)

I met a girl stuck in her ways

She found a boy she knew she'd change

I changed my clothes, my hair, my face

To watch us go our separate ways

She said we've grown apart for some time

But then she found somebody new...

Would you please stay and come inside, baby

Would you please stay and please be mine?

{Kellin}

"Kellin we need to talk."

Instead of sleeping, I had been thinking about my relationship with Katelynne. It was a little ironic how I was cuddled up next to someone who I had no idea what kind of relationship we were in contemplating what to do about my marriage. A lot of me hoped that when I broke Katelynne the news of the divorce that she wouldn't try to take Cope away. She was the only thing I ever stayed for. At this point I wasn't even sure that I wanted to wait until we got back into our normal bodies to break the news. I wanted out–now.

"Kellin?"

What did Kate want to talk about this time? Another credit card? Some more shoes? Some more face time as an Anthem model?

I poked Vic in the side so that he could wake up and deal with her, but he just rolled over.

I pried one eyelid open, about to speak when she swiveled on her heel and walked out.

Should I follow her and see what was up? Nah.

Checking the time on my phone I saw that it was 5 in the fucking morning, why the hell was she up this early? Women are weird I tell you.

Vic moved his arm back around me and my worries melted away under the pretense of a warm and snuggly slumber.

{Vic}

When I woke up, I was very sure the world was ending. I jolted up immediately and began mumbling out a final prayer.

But then I realized that I was being ridiculous, because it was only sounds of a fight going on inside the house and not (eye roll) worldwide destruction.

I noticed that Kellin was no longer next to me on the couch, there was just a warm spot that was disappearing just as quickly as the memories we shared last night.

A series of loud bangs came from the kitchen. I padded down there to see what the big deal was.

"I think you need to calm down little lady! I'm your father remember?"

Copeland was screaming her lungs out and so was Kellin–actually he was screaming my lungs out. I needed those, I wasn't planning to destroy my vocal chords this early in my career.

"Shut up you two!" I shouted, breaking the screaming match up.

I looked back and forth at Cope and Kellin. Copeland was sitting in her high chair by counter top and an explosion of food littered almost every clean counter space in the kitchen.

Kellin was breathing heavily and his now tan cheeks were deeply flushed, and I know that they only get like that when I'm irritated to high heaven. I dragged him to a chair and made him sit.

"Now, what's going on?" I crossed my arms.

His mouth ran a million miles an hour describing what happened early this morning and how now Kate is missing and how she won't pick up the phone. And Copeland throwing a God-awful tantrum and then the shocking: "I want a divorce."