Father, Father (Kellin Quinn Fanfiction)
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  • Reads 41,397
  • Votes 1,454
  • Parts 42
  • Time 2h 50m
Complete, First published Jan 16, 2015
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Kellin Quinn? That guy who pops into your head when you hear the band "Sleeping with Sirens"?
I guess you can say he is my father. I never met him. I never contacted him. He doesn't know about me. 
I never cared until Copeland was born. "Aww Cope so cute!" "Aww Cope looks just like Kellin!" Give me a break.
Now that he has a daughter (or two) I want to tell him about me. I want to ruin his "perfect father" image. I want to make sure the world knows he abandoned his first daughter when she was born. 
Since my new foster family is in Oregon I will finally get to meet my father.
Are you on for the ride?
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Never Date The Lead Singer (Kellin Quinn)

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Never date a band member. Especially the lead singer. They get all the attention, all the girls, everything. And it's hard to just sit back and watch that. Well, it was for me, that is. I hated sitting back and watching him put everything before me. I was jealous of all the groupies and all the fans he saw every night. He'd never get with any of them, but still. I was jealous. Why? Because he was and is happier on stage then when he was home and got to see me, the "love of his life". He always did tell me that I came first. I know that's a lie though, because if I came first he would've been home me. Here I am, in Portland alone, depressed. And longing for someone to stay and talk to me. About all my secrets. Everything I've kept bottled up. Everything that I never told him while he was gone on tour. And now I never will. We broke up. I shouldn't cry about it though, I knew this would happen. That's what happens when you date the lead singer.