This is not a normal Kellic. It has its twists and turns....Lets see who ends up with who

Kellin Quinn is the kid in the back of the class, who gets bullied because of his sexuality. Vic Fuentes is the one who seems to be at every social event their school has. Simply put, these two are look like polar opposites, right? Wrong. Everybody has secrets that they never intend on telling anyone, but sometimes, we all make slips. (An/(like years after I wrote this) I went back and read some of this and thought, "huh. I shoulda put a trigger warning in this self harm and maybe slight suicide warnings." So yeah. That.)

Hey, this is the sequel to Coffeeshop Soundtrack. Enjoy :) http://www.wattpad.com/story/15478909-coffeeshop-soundtrack-kellic

Sequel to my Kellic fan-fiction called "In Reality". If you want to read this story, I strongly suggest you read the other one first, because otherwise some things in this book might hardly make any sense to you. DISCLAIMER: Just like "In Reality", I think of this to be very cringey and embarrassing and the only reason I haven't deleted it, is because people still read my old stories all the time.

Kellin is an actor who works in plays, and so far, he's been pretty successful. Even though he's been dealt a good hand, he still wants more. More being Broadway. In search of that something more, Kellin seeks help in Vic Fuentes, his co-actor and mentor. Things go smoothly, until one day, a big 'oops' falls onto both of them.

Kellin Quinn. That's his name. He started to live with his dad eversince his mom left him, at the age of 9. He moved schools to San Diego and met Vic Fuentes by accident. What would happen when he find himself falling hard for Kellin, the shy and fragile boy? Will things become awkward or will it be something that he had hoped for?

What happens when Kellin and Vic are put face to face the most terrifying problems?

'Stop it. Stop the voices, stop the noise, please. I pleaded to my own head. Please. It was killing me. I felt like I was going to pass out. I was confused and distraught, but at the same time, empty. I opened my eyes to look down at the ground, a force was pulling me forward over the rails. I smelt the air, and felt the sun on my face for what could be the last time. /Do it. Oh, please. Do it./ My own mind was begging me, It will make things easier. It will end the pain. "Stop, please." I shook my head, pressing my hands to my ears, as tears were still falling out of my eyes. /You've fucked up everyones lives anyway. It will solve things./ I looked down into the traffic of busy cars and streetlights, feeling the rails, before leaning forward.'

"That's Kellin. He's original"