I Hate My Match (Kellin Quinn Fanfic) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I Hate My Match (Kellin Quinn Fanfic) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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Sleeping With Sirens hit a rough spot in their career. So the guys decided to get the fans interested again by creating a competition so that everyone can participate. But not everything's all peachy. Ariana is being forced by her Kellin-obsessed sister to sing in the competition and make it seem like it was Rachel singing. The sisters encounter a rocky road involving bands and boys, lots and lots of boys who will only make things more difficult for Ariana to cooperate. The truth will come out eventually but how long will it take? But most importantly, how will everyone else, including the one Ariana fell for, take it? Please note that I do not mean any disrespect to any of the cast...
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