Chapter Two

Alone

The crowd.

The fans.

Hundreds of hands in the air.

Bright lights and smoke billowing throughout the stage, Vic Fuentes, the world's most successful solo act.

I love it.

Wait a second…

Is that Kellin?

And he's…shaking his head at me!

God, he looks mad! And disappointed…and disgusted…

Kellin! Stop that!

Why are you leaving?!

"Kellin! I'm sorry!"

"It's alright, man."

Vic's eyelids snapped open to see Kellin laying next to him in his bed.

"You okay, Vic?"

Kellin sat up and gazed down at him.

Vic rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room.

Sunlight was clouding his vision, indicating the arrival of morning. Kellin was wearing sweatpants and a striped tee shirt, his hair was slightly tousled on the side that had been lying on a pillow, and his eyes seemed bigger today.

Was that…was that a dream?

"What did I do?" Vic croaked.

"You slept," Kellin said, removing the blanket from Vic's hands and pulling it away, "And then you told me you were sorry…"

"Out loud?!"

Kellin seemed slightly startled by Vic's quick outburst, but his facial expression dispersed as he asked, "what were you dreaming about?"

Vic sighed and sat up. "Gah, nothing. Just a dream. Who can remember?"

He slid from his bed and stumbled over to his dresser mirror. Rubbing his eyes once more, he gazed up at his reflection. Tangled brown hair and puffy eyes stared back. And then there was Kellin still in his bed, smirking at him.

"Nice chest," he said.

Vic quickly grabbed a shirt from his dresser and slung it over his shoulders, before looking back at Kellin.

"Why are you in my house?"

"I'm staying here," Kellin replied, stretching his arms and plopping back into the pillows.

"Wait," Vic said, climbing back on the bed and hovering over Kellin, "what do you mean staying?"

"Staying. Like staying with you and Mike for a bit."

Vic blinked back at him, almost to say, excuse me? He opened his mouth to speak, but not a word came out. Kellin laughed at this. "You happy about it?"

Vic sat back on his heels. "Wha…why are you staying here?"

Kellin heaved out a puff of breath and sat up against the headboard. "The landlord for my apartment kicked me out."

"Damn, I'm sorry. Why did he kick you out?"

Kellin shrugged. "I haven't paid rent in a few months. I don't have money."

This caused Vic to fall back into the bed. "Kellin, I don't think…"

Kellin sat up and pressed his arms next to Vic's head, "Please, please, please. Please…"

"Kellin."

"Please, Vic. I have nowhere else to go. I'll do anything."

Fuck, Kellin. Really?

Vic sighed.

"If you stay…"

Kellin rolled off of him. "YES FUCK YEAH"

Vic covered his mouth with his hand and pushed Kellin back down into the bed.

"Kellin. Let me finish."

Sigh.

"If you stay, please pull your weight and don't leave Mike and I to make all the money. You may stay in my room, but you have to keep it clean. Don't eat all the food, I'll fucking kill you. And knock if I'm door is closed, you can't just walk in. Now, I'm going to remove my hand."

Slowly, Vic removed his palm from Kellin's lips.

"Oh, and don't fuck with Mike's drums. He'll beat your ass."

Kellin laughed. "Ha, got it."

Vic smirked and pushed Kellin off the bed and out into the hallway. "Now go downstairs or something, I got stuff to do," he said, before slamming the door in his face.

Now, for that song.