Sleeping Pills // Kellic

napping in gym class

Fuck school. No, seriously, fuck school. I'm not just saying this as any other junior in high school says it, because I mean it. I'm 100% sure I'll never look back on these days that I dragged myself out of bed at 6 a.m. to sit in a cold classroom and say, "Now those were the days!" like my mother says I will. Her high school days were probably a lot less empty and depressing though, because parents were like, always more popular than than their kids are in their day. I don't know how that works, but it's true. Also, my mom probably had way more friends. Me? I've only got the one, and right about now he was being annoying as hell. As per usual.

"Why don't you just get more sleep?" Matty was turned around in his desk with his elbow propped up on mine, totally blocking the homework due next hour that I was trying to finish. I laughed with little effort, trying to scribble down answers to geometry problems between his elbow.

"I wish it was that easy," I mumbled, ignoring the eye contact he was trying to make with me.

"It is," He said. "You just like, take a break from living and close your eyes. Like everyone else?"

"Well, fuck, I never thought of that. Thanks for the advice!" I replied sarcastically only looking up briefly to fake smile at him.

Honestly, I would love to sleep. Like, really, actually sleep. And when I say actually sleep, I mean at night in my bed and not during a history test with my face flat on the desk. That's how it's been going recently. Whenever I try to sleep, I end up laying in the dark for an hour with that feeling that usually ranges from your chest to the top of your throat; you know, when you're mind wants you to cry but you're just too tired? Personally, I can't sleep because I'm too damn sad. I hate night. That's when I'm the saddest. That's usually when I realise how alone I am. So, I hate school, which happens in the day, and I hate the night. What else is there? That's why I like Matty- and the weekends. The weekends are nice, because neither of us are ever alone. Were usually at one of our houses, doing anything but sleeping. I can barely even tell night passes when were watching some shitty low-budget zombie movie on the floor in my bedroom.

"Okay, okay, I know." He finally moved his elbows, standing up when the bell rang. And yeah, he does know. I tell him everything. "But aren't you like, going to just pass out eventually? When's the last time you've had an actual full night of sleep?"

"I dunno, man, but I think if I drink enough coffee I'll just stay awake forever," I stood up with him, shoving my half completed homework into my backpack. Okay so, study hall wasn't enough time to finish five subjects worth of homework. I must have miscalculated at 4 in the morning.

"Kell, you hate coffee." He glanced back at me as he walked through the door.

"Monster then? Will that keep me awake for a few more days?" I was genuinely curious, trying to keep up with his pace. Wow, people walk faster when they're running on a full eight hours of sleep.

"What happens after a few days? Are you gonna sleep then?" He asked condescendingly while he struggled with the lock on his locker.

"Maybe- who knows. I could fall asleep whenever. Maybe a teacher will just start feeling bad for me and let me sleep in their class.

-

And I was exactly right. Two classes later I woke up on the bleachers, still in my gym clothes. I must've fallen asleep when I got out in dodge ball. The only thing that woke me up was the sound of my other classmates leaving, changed back into their normal clothes again.

"You're gonna be late for History again, Quinn," Austin yelled from the doorway across the gym, laughing. I probably would have flipped him off if I had the energy.

Shortly after forcing myself up from the cold, metal bleachers, I found out that my gym teacher did in fact let me nap there for about twenty minutes. And that I was almost fifteen minutes late for history. Thirty after I changed clothes. He gave me a note, thank god, and I made it back in time for just a few minutes of class. I think it just might have been the best day of school I'd had in a while, and that's actually kinda sad. Little did I know it was going to get better. I knew it was Friday, so that was already going for me.

-

Second to last hour of the day was English, and the teacher informed us we'd be discussing Romeo and Juliet. Again. Only this time in groups that she assigned for us. I couldn't have cared less who I ended up with, but it happened to be a couple of girls and Vic Fuentes. God, Vic Fuentes. I've talked to him like, once or twice. The first time was when Alex introduced me, and the second time was just me trying to get a second look at his eyes. I don't really think I could explain well enough, but he has a nose ring and this long brown hair that makes me want to cry. Alright, he's really attractive, is what I'm trying to say. He's hot, and he has a good taste in music, and I have to sit here and talk about Romeo and Juliet with him, while I'm running on a twenty minute nap and half a Mountain Dew.

"Hi," He said when we sat down with the rest of our group. He was smiling, and I barely had time to think about the butterflies in my stomach because, holy shit, I was smiling too. Pretty soon he'd moved on to greeting the rest of the group, and I was left wondering what the fuck was going on. I've already been over this whole questioning my sexuality thing before; I questioned it, and I found out I'm pansexual. Though, that was two years ago, and since then I've never been this confused over someone. No one's made me smile simply by being present in like, forever, and this guy was making my stomach tie in knots with his smile.

**Okay so this is my very first published Kellic, so I just posted the first chapter to see if anyone would read it! Important side note:::: Sleep (or lack thereof) is big theme in this story, because I've been struggling with that for a while, and I'm using this to kind of get my mind off of it, especially when I can't sleep. I'm sort of portraying Kellin as myself in this situation, so you'll actually learn a lot about me in this probably hahaha. Don't worry though, I'm still trying to write him as him, not myself. He's still got his personality and all that. Sorry this first chapter is kinda short and bad, but its just kind of to give you a feel of the Kellin's character. I'm planning on keeping this one going, especially if i get feedback or at least if I see someone's reading it besides myself. The title is from a Brobecks song, and I'm eventually going to make a cover. If you read this, please let me know what you think!! I didn't promote this on anywhere, or on my other stories, so I'm kinda just throwing it out there and hoping someone finds it. Also, if you have any suggestions for characters (preferably from post-hardcore bands) that I should add in here, let me know!! Plus any side pairings you wanna see in here. I'm already planning on some Jalex for sure and I've got a few secret ideas...... anyway, please tell me what you think so far!!!**