The rising to the top band 'Sorry We're Late' has a new record label. Rise Records. Sleeping with Sirens also has the record label. The lead singer, Summer James Parker, has a past that everyone knows about... except for her. She doesn't realize that her forgotten past is a problem until she meets Kellin Quinn. She also happens to meet him during Warped Tour 2012, the tour she's been waiting a life time for. Is she going to let someone she thinks she doesn't know ruin this tour for her? Or, is she going to let him ruin it as punishment. And what happened in her past? Well, that's for Sleeping with Sirens to know and for you, and her, to find out. --QUICK NOTE! Kellin Quinn is not married in this story. Instead he just has a serious girlfriend. I was actually thinking about making him married or with Katelynne in this and them having a child but I just couldn't! Kellin is not the type of person to hurt his family and there is some harsh hurting in this story! I seriously do love Kellin and Katelynne as a couple though. They are so fricking cute! Thank you for understanding.-- Warning: Sexual content (not just heterosexual, guys. You are warned), vulgar language, self harm, medical issues, death, and violence will be in this story. I will warn you when and if characters in the story are getting it on, when and if characters in the story are dying (or in pain either caused by others or themselves), and when and if something goes down that I don't think all of you want to read. But, I will only warn you all if it is truly needed. :) Cover by: simplystiles-

As I crumpled to the floor and letting the sobs wrack my body, I knew that I was lying, I couldn’t hate him, and that was what hurt the most. I knew this would happen, I knew he would never love me, but even when he hated and detested me, I still loved him. I was still in love with Mike Fuentes.

We all have a story to tell, a closet full of skeletons that beckon us with devilish claws. They taunt and terrorize those who are helpless to overcome them, who do not have the strength to fight against it. Hell, I'm one of those people. I let the past get to me, drag me into an oblivion of loneliness and distance from other humans. I may not seem like it; in fact, I'm probably the friendliest person you'll ever meet, but try to get close and I'll only push you away. That is...until I met him. The man who was just as messed up as me inside, who I suddenly became desperate to be near even if his presence was a toxicity. Somehow, he seemed to feel the same. But I knew that it had to end at some point. If I let you in, you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie. If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.