After Vic made it over with his own band, Kellin decided to aimlessly wonder around, stuffing his hands into his skinny jeans.
His mind whirled with images as thoughts about Vic and him...his Wife and daughter. A slight pang in his chest stopped him cold in his tracks. He was feeling guilty again.
"Fuck. Fuck me fuck me fuck.." Kellin cursed quietly to himself, his red downcast as he walked.
Not paying attention, the SWS singer walked smack dab into a group of milling fans. All wearing PTV/SWS shirts.
Kellin muttered out an apology, planning on to walk past, his shoulders hunched. A small tap on his shoulder had him turning back around though.
It wa a shy girl, a SWS shirt and bracelet donning her wrist and body. She had a small smile, and her cheeks were a faint dusting of pink.
"H-hi, Kellin. I was just wondering if..if you would sign my shirt? And possibly play a song for my friends and I? I-it's my Birthday." She finished quietly, black fringe bangs covering her shadowed eyes.
The singer studied her, and he knew he couldn't possibly refuse that face of innocent hope.
"Sure, can I get a name?" He asked, shifting onto his other leg so he could sign posters, shirts and various other little things for the small group.
"C-Claire." The girl stammered out, squeaking out a thanks as Kellin signed her shirt.
The singer chuckled a bit, grabbing her hand for a shake, when he noticed faded, angry red lines criss crossing her wrist.
Kellin's eyes widened, his light colored eyes going back up to Claire's.
Her head was hanging, an air of shame clouding around her. "I'm sorry, Kellin..I..I was weak.." A sob crawled up her throat.
Her friends moved closer to her, wanting to give comforting support, but Kellin shooed them away.
He leaned down, gently tilting her head up to see a stream of pain filled tears tracking down her pretty face.
Clearing his voice, he quietly sang a part of a song that always meant a lot to him, making sure only Claire heard it.
"You are beautiful, in every single way, words can't bring you down...no, no, no, so don't let them bring you down, today." Changing a few words to make it fit her. Kellin's voice was soft and smooth, that light voice of his, whispering the song in her ear.
Claire's eyes widened, and her dam broke.
Heart felt cries racked her body, and she buried her face into her hands, shoulders hunched.
Kellin pulled her into a hug, whispering comforting words to her, only letting go when she finally quieted down.
He gave a light smile, taking the wrist that was covered with scars, Kellin wrote "Wrists are for bracelets, not cutting. -Kellin" across her arm in the black sharpie he had for signing things.
Claire was speechless, her smile was wide and happy, but Kellin wasn't done.
Turning to her friends waiting a few feet away, "Anyone want to take a picture for Claire?"
A girl raises her hand, stepping forward with a camera.
Kellin put an arm around Claire's waist, and she mimicked his move. Before the camera went off, Kellin pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Awwwww!" Her little group tittered, and the shy girl blushed all over again.
Kellin laughed, looking over at Claire. "If you ever need anything, call this number."
He scribbled his cell on her opposite hand. "I'm always here for you."
Se gasped, peeking out at him through her bangs. "R-really?!"
"Yes." The SWS singer replied, "only if you need to really talk though okay? This guy is really busy a lot of the time."
She nodded vigorously. "Of course, thanks Kellin!" With that she jogged back over to her friends, and Kellin guessed was probably chatting to them about how she got his number. He hoped no one else got it..
Continuing to walk through the crowds, he thought to himself, which he seemed to do a lot.
He had never given a fan his actual number before. But maybe cause Claire was different. He felt her pain, it was insanely real, and it felt different from most fans he encountered with the same problem. She seemed more genuine, and Kellin could feel that he related to her. He was picked on in Highschool too, but look where he is now? Doing something he loves and touring the country!
"Haters get at me." He chuckled, shaking his head.
Now if only a certain cute Mexican singer would be done soon...
"Oh my god.." Kellin muttered into the pillow over his face. After that thing with Claire, he had gone back to the empty tour bus, his band members had told him they were out at a local restaurant for lunch.
The singer picked up his phone, tapping in the password and sliding the lock over.
Opening a text to Vic he wrote:
To:Vic3
Where r u, sxy?
-Kells
Kellin waited a few moments, anxiously glancing at his phone. A few minutes later, a reply came in.
From:Vic3
Almost done. Y? Want me to come c u?
-That~One~Sexican
Kellin grinned, laughing a bit at Vic's silly signature.
To:Vic3
Obvi! I miss u already.
-Kells
Kellin decided that while he waited for Vic's reply, he'd quickly text his wife and make something to eat. Concerts always made him hungry.
He bit his lip, opening a new text to Kate.
To:Kate
Hey Bby! Miss you. Love, K.
He hadn't added the extra "Kells" sig for her...it was only for Vic. That same small pang of guilt shot through him.
Kellin hated, hated lying to his wife like this, but he wasn't ready to let Vic go..
Groaning, he rolled off the bunk, padding into the small kitchenette area in the Sirens tour bus. Pulling open the fridge, he grabbed a beer, popping the cap and taking a swig.
The Siren singer pulled out a loaf of bread, American cheese and turkey, placing it all on the table when his phone pinged. He sighed. Not Vic, or "Kissing in Cars" would've rang.
Picking up the cell he unlocked it, seeing the text from Kate.
From:Kate
Hey! Love You Too Babe! xoxo.
-Kellin's-Wifey
Kellin sighed, throwing his phone onto the couch. At least she had responded. Going back to the table he quickly slapped a sandwich together, munching on a bite as he plopped onto the couch.
His phone rang with the PTV song as he sat down.
Flipping the lock, he read the message, smiling between bites.
From:Vic3
I'll b there soon! Promise! Hang out tonight rite? Hugs&Kisses!
-That~One~Sexican
Kellin typed back, licking mayo off his fingers.
To:Vic3
Yep, hangout at the Sirens tour bus tonight. X's and O's.
-Kells
Scrolling to his contacts, the SWS singer created a mass text to all his band mates. He told them to meet him at their bus for a little get together with PTV.
Deciding he'd take a shower before everyone got back, Kellin stripped while walking to the bathroom.
"Nice hot shower, here I come." He grinned, closing the door.
To say Kellin was uncomfortable would be an understatement. he was squished up next to Vic on the SWS bus couch. While all the Sirens and Pierce Members were sitting around. Vic was secretly toying with the hair at the back of Kellin's nape. And it pleasantly distracting.
"Man, how about that set today?" Jaime grinned, nudging Mike next to him.
Mike shrugged, grinning as well. "I dunno. Didn't Vic seem a bit distracted today while performing?"
Kellin choked on the beer he had been swigging down, the liquid dribbling down his shirt.
Vic's hand stilled on the other singer's neck. "Whaddya mean?" He asked cooly, one eyebrow raised.
Kellin was shaking, he wasn't sure what Vic's brother was talking about. He hoped it wasn't what he thought, but how could he know? Kellin had left before Pierce The Veil had started their set.
Mike shrugged, winking. "I saw you checking out that one girl at the merch stands. Long dark hair, dark skin, Egyptian looking?"
Vic's eyes widened as his cheeks heated. So he had forgotten about that. Sure, he has an attraction to Kellin, well it was more than that, but he still kinda liked girls...
"She was cute.." The Mexican muttered, shying his gaze away.
All the guys in the bus erupted into laughter, knuckle fiving each other.
Vic just scratched the back of his neck, while everyone laughed. His gaze cut to Kellin, who had one eyebrow raised.
"She was cute?" Kellin mouthed, a look of envy crossing his features.
Vic chuckled quietly, throwing his arm back over Kellin. "Relax, Kells, you know I-"
The SWS singer slapped a hand over Vic's mouth. "Shhhhh!" Kellin hissed. "I know!"
Removing Kellin's hand off his face, Vic rolled his eyes. He scooted away from Kellin, giving him breathing space as everyone settled down.
"So Kellin, hear from Katelynne lately?" Jesse asked, his eyes trained on his frontman.
"I, er.." Kellin fidgeted. The topic of his family suddenly made him nervous. "We talked earlier, before you guys got back." He replied, pasting on an easy smile to cover up his stammer.
Justin nodded sagely. "Better make sure she's not getting anyone else's disco stick."
Another round of laughter echoed through the bus. Kellin flushed. He was embarrassed by the words, but mostly he hated keeping things from his boys. Like how he was actually the one messing around...and with a said Mexican sitting next to him.
"I'm sure she's not, dude. I mean, if I was a chick, I'd be all over our boy Kells, here." Vic said, his face poker straight, but the wobble of laughter in his voice gave it away to Kellin.
Jack and Gabe high fived Vic, laughing madly.
"Vic-Toria over here, has a bro crush on ya, K-Dog." Jaime snorted, punching Vic's arm playfully.
"I uh..heh.." Kellin giggled, pulling at the neck of his tank.
"Victoria? Really?" Vic exclaimed, his arms spread in a questioning way, one hand gripped around a beer.
"We'll you do have those pretty pink princess wipes in your bag." Tony piped up, fresh peals of laughter rocked the Siren Bus.
"Nobody make fun!" The singer laughed, tilting the cap on his head over his eyes and pouting, arms crossed.
Kellin smiled softly at the sight. It was pretty adorable.
"I am a pretty princess though." Vic added, pushing the cap up. "So I need royal shower wipes to go with."
"Pft! Jeez, Mike, when did your bro come out of the closet?" Jack asked, wiggling his brows.
Mike shrugged, lighting up a cigarette. "He was born in the closet."
Vic snorted, flipping off his younger sibling. "Yeah in fucking Narnia."
Kellin giggled, leaning against Vic. "He's one of those shirtless goat men with the goatee!"
That made everyone laugh, even Vic.
The bands laughed and joked with each other over the night, swigging down beer after beer. By the time midnight had rolled around, Jesse was fast asleep, and so was Tony.
Mike and Gabe were playing cards at the table. Jack, Justin, And Jaime were messing around outside, smoking a cigarette or two.
That left Vic and Kellin still on the couch, and both were a bit tipsy.
"Mmm, Kells..you smell sweet.." Vic murmured, nuzzling into his lover's neck.
Kellin blushed, tilting his head back to give Vic easy access. "You're making me blush."
The PTV singer left sweet kisses along Kellin's neck, making him bite his lip to hold in a moan.
"V-Vic, there's people still around." Kellin whispered, jabbing a finger back at the remaining friends of there's still up.
The Mexican grinned, pulling Kellin up with him. "Then shall we take this to my bus?"
"That sounds like a perfect idea, baby.." The siren singer murmured, smirking a bit.
The two quietly exited the bus, sneaking over to the Pierce The Veil bus. Hustling inside, the door closed shut with a small snick of the lock.