Daughter of Kellin Quinn
You Deserve A Second Chance
*Copeland’s POV*
I feel like shit. I shouldn't've drank so much. At least my vision isn’t blurry and my head doesn’t hurt anymore.
It was bright and early when I woke up. The sun was shining right in my face. I poked my head out of the curtains that blocked my view from the boys. I took a peek inside Vic’s bunk. He was asleep. There was a slight crack of a view to Jaime’s bunk. He was also asleep. I couldn’t see if Mike was up so there’s no use trying.
I slowly flipped the cover off me and got up. I put on Vic’s slippers since he wasn’t aware I was wearing them.
Tony was asleep on the couch. He looked so adorable sleeping with his Star Wars blanket perched over his head where I can’t see his face. He looks like he’s suffocating though. Can he even breathe under there?
I walked over and opened the fridge to get something to eat. I didn’t wanna wake Jaime to make me breakfast. Usually I would jump on him and wrap his cover over his face and mess around with him. I would lay on top of him until he woke up. I recollect the time I stretched my body to the max that I was practically covering him. I was his blanket. With some weight of course. Too bad I was younger. I can’t do that now. I’ll probably break his ribs. Or…can I?
I creaked open the door to their room. Damn, I didn’t want to wake up Mike or Vic. Oh, a little noise won’t hurt em. They’re used to loud songs anyway. Their music is fucking all guitars and drums!
I climbed the ladder to his bunk. I smiled at him even though his eyes were closed.
Here goes nothing…
“Wake up, Jaime! You lazy bastard!” I yanked his dragon blanket off him. “HHiiiimmeeeeee! Wake up!” He popped open one of his eyes. “Hime! Yay! You’re awake! Ok so I n-” He closed his eye. I slowly sat on his stomach. This is hard. It was easier when I was younger. Now it’s difficult. I started galloping on his stomach, holding him down so he couldn’t turn over. “Hime! Hello?! Hime! Wake the fuck up!” He pushed me over to the side where the wall was.
“What time is it?” he said.
I smiled widely. “7:24 am. Bright and early!”
“Bright and early my ass. Leave me alone.” He grabbed his pillow and forcefully threw it over his head, holding down the sides.
Ok, now I’m mad. “Jaime Alberto! Please? I’m hungry and you are the only one who can cook. Besides Vic, I can’t wake him. He still needs his rest.”
“I need my rest.”
I jumped on top of him. He let out a giant gasp of air. “OMG, Jaime. Please?”
He turned over and tossed the pillow to the side. “You’re not 10 anymore! Get your fluff off of me.”
“Fluff?”
“Whatever. You’re 18 and a girl. How can you not cook yet?”
Is that an insult? “My mom does all the cooking. She insists on it.”
He sighed and sat up in his bed. “What do you want?”
“Pancakes,” I clapped with joy.
“No.”
“Jaime…”
“Fine, eat cereal.”
“Jaime…”
“Eat Mike’s pizza rolls.”
“Jaime! You are so ungrateful. Which is why I’m taking your advice. Imma eat his pizza rolls.”
---
“Who the fuck ate my pizza rolls?!” Mike shouted slamming the fridge and running in the living room. I was on Vic’s laptop and I focused my attention on it so it wouldn’t seem like I ate them. Mike has a temper and I don’t want him to go off at me. Tony was sitting next to me watching TV, and Vic was writing new lyrics at the dining room table. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he argued.
We all just stared at him. I wanted to confess but I just couldn’t. He would yell at me and god knows what else he would do.
“Jaime, did you eat my rolls?” Mike questioned.
Jaime glanced at me and turned his head to Mike. “Um, no I didn’t.”
“I ate it,” Tony confessed. Jaime and I gave each other a stare for a second and turned our attention to Tony. We knew that he didn't do it. He was sticking up for me. Did he know that I ate them? “It was me.”
Mike placed his hands on his hips. “You fatass! I’m eating your bacon.” He went over to the fridge and pulled out the package.
Tony gave me a dirty look. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered to him.
“Apology not accepted.”
“But, Tony…”
“I’m kidding. But don’t make me lie again like that. I love me some bacon!”
Ok, now I know not to fuck with Tony and his bacon. Or Mike and his damn pizza rolls.
---
It was late Saturday. I was still upset about eating Mike’s pizza rolls. I confessed to Mike and told him it was me, not Tony. He forgave me but gave a me a dirty look in the end. I guess I deserved that.
My dad came by to see if I was here. Obvisouly I didn’t come home last night. Mike convinced him that I came here around 9 because I got bored at the party. I didn’t feel like going home so he let me stay for the rest of the day. I swear, all the guys and I lie to my dad so much.
Jaime walked over to me. I was laying on the couch having fun, wasting my time on Tumblr. “Who’s Bryan?” he winked.
Oh fuck. “Why?” I looked over at him.
“Well, judging by this,” he showed me my phone vibrating, “he wants to talk to you.”
Bryan Query was calling me. Why was he calling me? I don’t wanna talk to him. “Let it go to voice mail.” I ignored him and turned away.
“Are you sure?”
Ummm “Yeah.” He placed my phone beside me on the arm of the couch.
A couple minutes later, my phone was buzzing. “It’s not Bryan again, is it?” Jaime said from a distance.
“Ugh, actually it is.”
“Who is that? Why does he keep calling you?”
Lets see. He tried to take advantage of me while I was drunk and out of it. He tried pulling my shirt off. He tried going down on me. “I don’t know. I don’t really wanna talk to him.”
“Maybe you should. He might just keep calling if you don’t answer.”
He was right. Maybe I should pick up. “Fine.” I walked into the bathroom and pressed the green button. “Hello?”
“Danielle?”
“What do you want?” I said bluntly.
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to do what I did. It was stupid and I’m sorry.”
That’s it? “Ok whatever.”
“Whatever? Most guys don’t apologize for their actions. You should be happy I’m taking that extra step to say sorry and admit that I what I did was wrong. I was a little hungover myself. You can’t blame me.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It means I want you to accept my apology. I’m sorry for what I did. It was immature and childish. Please, forgive me?”
Ugh, I’m trying to stay mad at him and he’s making it so strenuous. “Ok I forgive you,” I said rolling my eyes to myself.
“And to make it up to you, I was hoping that you would, sort of go on a date with me…Just for saying sorry.”
Hmmm. “A date? Like where?”
“Maybe to Olive Garden or something. And then I could take you to see a movie.”
“That would be something nice. Ok I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“So this Tuesday maybe? Or sometime this week?”
“Yeah, ok. I like that. Thanks.”
“Alright well I’ll see you on Monday. And thanks for giving me another chance,” he chuckled. He’s making it sound like we’re dating when we’re not.
“Alright see ya.” I hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom. A date? This should be interesting.
---
Monday cruised in and the first thing I saw when I walked into school was Bryan standing at the door way of the boys bathroom. He waved at me. I smiled at waved back while I wandered over to him.
“Sup,” he smiled at me.
“Hey,” I returned the smile.
“Do you wanna walk to class together?” he offered looking at the third floor.
“Sure,” I said gripping my notebooks tightly in my hand.
As we strolled along to the third floor, weird stares were brought to my attention. I wondered what these people were saying to themselves. Ewww, why is he walking with her? Are they dating? She’s so fucking ugly and gross. He can do so much better. Does she really think he likes her? Honey, he’s not interested, he just wants a piece of your ass. She's disgusting. Fuck, I hate hearing these repulsive things that are swirling around in my mind.
We sat down in class. The teacher took attendance and off to work we went. It was a work day. That meant complete silence thorughtout the class. No one was aloud to talk.
Bryan passed me a note.
So yeah, tomorrow if you can…
I’ll pick you up from your house. Just tell me the address, alright?
We’ll go to Olive Garden and then a movie. I have it planned out so no worries(:
It’ll be fun, I promise. Dress the way you want, it doesn’t matter.
I just want you to have fun. And once again, sorry for the other night.
Oh. My God. My address?! HE CAN’T KNOW WHERE I LIVE. HE JUST CAN’T! I’ll be exposed. He’ll know who I am. I can’t have him know! I fucking can’t! What am I going to do? I can’t refuse his offer. I already said yes and he would be devastated if I say I can’t go. I'm not a person to reject someone and so suddenly. What am I gonna tell Bryan?Oh sorry, I can't go because you'll know who I am. My dad is Kellin Quinn. He's the lead singer Of Sleeping With Sirens. I'm not giving you my address. Sorry not sorry.
Fuck. My. Life.
I feel like shit. I shouldn't've drank so much. At least my vision isn’t blurry and my head doesn’t hurt anymore.
It was bright and early when I woke up. The sun was shining right in my face. I poked my head out of the curtains that blocked my view from the boys. I took a peek inside Vic’s bunk. He was asleep. There was a slight crack of a view to Jaime’s bunk. He was also asleep. I couldn’t see if Mike was up so there’s no use trying.
I slowly flipped the cover off me and got up. I put on Vic’s slippers since he wasn’t aware I was wearing them.
Tony was asleep on the couch. He looked so adorable sleeping with his Star Wars blanket perched over his head where I can’t see his face. He looks like he’s suffocating though. Can he even breathe under there?
I walked over and opened the fridge to get something to eat. I didn’t wanna wake Jaime to make me breakfast. Usually I would jump on him and wrap his cover over his face and mess around with him. I would lay on top of him until he woke up. I recollect the time I stretched my body to the max that I was practically covering him. I was his blanket. With some weight of course. Too bad I was younger. I can’t do that now. I’ll probably break his ribs. Or…can I?
I creaked open the door to their room. Damn, I didn’t want to wake up Mike or Vic. Oh, a little noise won’t hurt em. They’re used to loud songs anyway. Their music is fucking all guitars and drums!
I climbed the ladder to his bunk. I smiled at him even though his eyes were closed.
Here goes nothing…
“Wake up, Jaime! You lazy bastard!” I yanked his dragon blanket off him. “HHiiiimmeeeeee! Wake up!” He popped open one of his eyes. “Hime! Yay! You’re awake! Ok so I n-” He closed his eye. I slowly sat on his stomach. This is hard. It was easier when I was younger. Now it’s difficult. I started galloping on his stomach, holding him down so he couldn’t turn over. “Hime! Hello?! Hime! Wake the fuck up!” He pushed me over to the side where the wall was.
“What time is it?” he said.
I smiled widely. “7:24 am. Bright and early!”
“Bright and early my ass. Leave me alone.” He grabbed his pillow and forcefully threw it over his head, holding down the sides.
Ok, now I’m mad. “Jaime Alberto! Please? I’m hungry and you are the only one who can cook. Besides Vic, I can’t wake him. He still needs his rest.”
“I need my rest.”
I jumped on top of him. He let out a giant gasp of air. “OMG, Jaime. Please?”
He turned over and tossed the pillow to the side. “You’re not 10 anymore! Get your fluff off of me.”
“Fluff?”
“Whatever. You’re 18 and a girl. How can you not cook yet?”
Is that an insult? “My mom does all the cooking. She insists on it.”
He sighed and sat up in his bed. “What do you want?”
“Pancakes,” I clapped with joy.
“No.”
“Jaime…”
“Fine, eat cereal.”
“Jaime…”
“Eat Mike’s pizza rolls.”
“Jaime! You are so ungrateful. Which is why I’m taking your advice. Imma eat his pizza rolls.”
---
“Who the fuck ate my pizza rolls?!” Mike shouted slamming the fridge and running in the living room. I was on Vic’s laptop and I focused my attention on it so it wouldn’t seem like I ate them. Mike has a temper and I don’t want him to go off at me. Tony was sitting next to me watching TV, and Vic was writing new lyrics at the dining room table. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he argued.
We all just stared at him. I wanted to confess but I just couldn’t. He would yell at me and god knows what else he would do.
“Jaime, did you eat my rolls?” Mike questioned.
Jaime glanced at me and turned his head to Mike. “Um, no I didn’t.”
“I ate it,” Tony confessed. Jaime and I gave each other a stare for a second and turned our attention to Tony. We knew that he didn't do it. He was sticking up for me. Did he know that I ate them? “It was me.”
Mike placed his hands on his hips. “You fatass! I’m eating your bacon.” He went over to the fridge and pulled out the package.
Tony gave me a dirty look. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered to him.
“Apology not accepted.”
“But, Tony…”
“I’m kidding. But don’t make me lie again like that. I love me some bacon!”
Ok, now I know not to fuck with Tony and his bacon. Or Mike and his damn pizza rolls.
---
It was late Saturday. I was still upset about eating Mike’s pizza rolls. I confessed to Mike and told him it was me, not Tony. He forgave me but gave a me a dirty look in the end. I guess I deserved that.
My dad came by to see if I was here. Obvisouly I didn’t come home last night. Mike convinced him that I came here around 9 because I got bored at the party. I didn’t feel like going home so he let me stay for the rest of the day. I swear, all the guys and I lie to my dad so much.
Jaime walked over to me. I was laying on the couch having fun, wasting my time on Tumblr. “Who’s Bryan?” he winked.
Oh fuck. “Why?” I looked over at him.
“Well, judging by this,” he showed me my phone vibrating, “he wants to talk to you.”
Bryan Query was calling me. Why was he calling me? I don’t wanna talk to him. “Let it go to voice mail.” I ignored him and turned away.
“Are you sure?”
Ummm “Yeah.” He placed my phone beside me on the arm of the couch.
A couple minutes later, my phone was buzzing. “It’s not Bryan again, is it?” Jaime said from a distance.
“Ugh, actually it is.”
“Who is that? Why does he keep calling you?”
Lets see. He tried to take advantage of me while I was drunk and out of it. He tried pulling my shirt off. He tried going down on me. “I don’t know. I don’t really wanna talk to him.”
“Maybe you should. He might just keep calling if you don’t answer.”
He was right. Maybe I should pick up. “Fine.” I walked into the bathroom and pressed the green button. “Hello?”
“Danielle?”
“What do you want?” I said bluntly.
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to do what I did. It was stupid and I’m sorry.”
That’s it? “Ok whatever.”
“Whatever? Most guys don’t apologize for their actions. You should be happy I’m taking that extra step to say sorry and admit that I what I did was wrong. I was a little hungover myself. You can’t blame me.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It means I want you to accept my apology. I’m sorry for what I did. It was immature and childish. Please, forgive me?”
Ugh, I’m trying to stay mad at him and he’s making it so strenuous. “Ok I forgive you,” I said rolling my eyes to myself.
“And to make it up to you, I was hoping that you would, sort of go on a date with me…Just for saying sorry.”
Hmmm. “A date? Like where?”
“Maybe to Olive Garden or something. And then I could take you to see a movie.”
“That would be something nice. Ok I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“So this Tuesday maybe? Or sometime this week?”
“Yeah, ok. I like that. Thanks.”
“Alright well I’ll see you on Monday. And thanks for giving me another chance,” he chuckled. He’s making it sound like we’re dating when we’re not.
“Alright see ya.” I hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom. A date? This should be interesting.
---
Monday cruised in and the first thing I saw when I walked into school was Bryan standing at the door way of the boys bathroom. He waved at me. I smiled at waved back while I wandered over to him.
“Sup,” he smiled at me.
“Hey,” I returned the smile.
“Do you wanna walk to class together?” he offered looking at the third floor.
“Sure,” I said gripping my notebooks tightly in my hand.
As we strolled along to the third floor, weird stares were brought to my attention. I wondered what these people were saying to themselves. Ewww, why is he walking with her? Are they dating? She’s so fucking ugly and gross. He can do so much better. Does she really think he likes her? Honey, he’s not interested, he just wants a piece of your ass. She's disgusting. Fuck, I hate hearing these repulsive things that are swirling around in my mind.
We sat down in class. The teacher took attendance and off to work we went. It was a work day. That meant complete silence thorughtout the class. No one was aloud to talk.
Bryan passed me a note.
So yeah, tomorrow if you can…
I’ll pick you up from your house. Just tell me the address, alright?
We’ll go to Olive Garden and then a movie. I have it planned out so no worries(:
It’ll be fun, I promise. Dress the way you want, it doesn’t matter.
I just want you to have fun. And once again, sorry for the other night.
Oh. My God. My address?! HE CAN’T KNOW WHERE I LIVE. HE JUST CAN’T! I’ll be exposed. He’ll know who I am. I can’t have him know! I fucking can’t! What am I going to do? I can’t refuse his offer. I already said yes and he would be devastated if I say I can’t go. I'm not a person to reject someone and so suddenly. What am I gonna tell Bryan?Oh sorry, I can't go because you'll know who I am. My dad is Kellin Quinn. He's the lead singer Of Sleeping With Sirens. I'm not giving you my address. Sorry not sorry.
Fuck. My. Life.
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6/19/14