We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 1

A/N Okay so this is my first kellic, i've had this idea in my head for a while now, and I had to write it, i'm sorry if it sucks.

Kellin

I stared at my computer, looking over the ad I had posted.

Hello! My name is Kellin Quinn, and I am trying to start a band, Sleeping With Sirens, and I just need a back-up guitarist. If you are interested, please email me at Kells_the_bells@yahoo.com !! Thank you, and goodnight.

-Kellin Quinn

My finger lay over the send button. I wonder if I could find anyone who would be a back-up guitarist for Sleeping With Sirens. We already had Jack, and he was great, but I felt like the band needed something else. Something...more.

I pressed send, and leant back in my chair, turning it around to my fellow bandmates, classmates, and friends.

"Well?" Justin - the bassist - asked.

"Calm your man tits, it's posted." I said, grabbing a rubber ball from my computer desk and tossing it at him. He easily blocked my throw and looked at me, shocked. "Why would you assault me with your balls, man?"

I laughed. "You loved it!"

Gabe - the drummer - started talking. "So now all we do is wait?" I nodded. "We wait for a reply, or if nobody replies, it's all good, we've got a good thing going here, anyways."

Gabe nodded, and all of a sudden my cheek was stinging. I looked at the ground, and saw my red ball. I looked at Justin, who had a grin on his face. "You dick!" I said.

"You should have not insulted my man- titties!" He said, which earned a laugh from Gabe and Jack.

I laughed, getting up and walking to the closet, picking out a different outfit for school tomorrow, and I really hated school. It was like ugh. But, I was sort of popular and hung around with everyone. I wasn't a dick or anything, but I was nice to everyone, because I know what it's like to be bullied, and it's not fun.

I hoped that we get a response for a back-up gutairist.

Vic

"Vic! Get your butt cheeks down here!" My brother, Mike, yelled from downstairs. "My butt cheeks are comfortable!" I yelled back, rolling over in my bed. I was sick, and it was hell. It's like there is always hell above me. "Hell above me...there's hell over me...hmm. "

I wrote down the new lyrics, and got up from my bed, a wave of nausea hitting me. "Ugh, sickness. Go away."

I walked down the stairs, my blanket wrapped around me. I tripped over the blanket and tumbled down the stairs, hitting my head multiple times until finally landing hard on my back. I looked over to see Mike smiling at me. I groaned. "Ow..."

Mike laughs, his nose ring twisting up in his nose. "Well wasn't that a grand entrance," he said, as I slowly got up off of the floor, picking up my blanket. "What do you want?"

"Didn't you want to be in a band?" He asked, scrolling through his laptop that was sitting on his lap. "Yeah, why?"

"There's an ad for a band called Sleeping With Sirens.."

"And...?"

"They need a gutairist...you'd be perfect for it!"

I sighed. "Remember what happened the last three times with that?"

Mike set his laptop beside him and stood up. "But I have a great feeling about this! Come on, just send an email! We can make videos of you playing! Please..?"

He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes. I groaned.

"Fine. But - "

"Yay!!"

He started dancing around the room, soon yanking me up and dancing with me.

"If you don't stop i'll change my mind," I threatened.

He stopped what he was doing and sat down. "Well, good, I already sent them an email, saying you would send them some video's, but it would have to be once you're feeling better."

"You are a dick, you know that?"

He nods. "I know. Now, go pretty up and get your gutair!"

Ugh, I don't have a good feeling about this..