Kellin's POV:
Pounding headache? Check. Little recognition of where I was or what happened the night before? Check. Who was that in the shower? I didn't know. And God, I swore the sun wasn't so close five seconds ago and it pained me to see. Yeah, this was the aftermath of a good night out.
I squinted in the sunlight to try and see who the culprit was of waking me up on a...Sunday? Was it Sunday? No, wait, it was Saturday. I saw two figures at the end of my bed and I didn't even need to see them to know who one was.
"Fuck, mom. Close the fucking curtains." I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head.
"That's no way to speak to me when we have a guest." My mom's prim and proper voice spoke.
"Then tell them to close the curtains." I whined.
"I'm not your maid." The new voice said.
Wait, I knew that voice, vaguely though. I peeked over the gold, satin sheets. My thought was confirmed.
"Vic? Is it Christmas already?" I asked.
"No..." He started, sounding aggravated.
"Then there's no reason for me to up before noon." I said and buried myself within the sheets once more.
"It's two in the afternoon and I've come to talk to you about this." My mom said.
Something landed on me. I sighed and pushed the sheets back, feeling around until I found what it was; a magazine.
"You're in the tabloids. Again!" She explained.
There I was on the front page, stumbling out of a limo with a joint between my fingers. My eyes were blood shot and if there was a definition of "derp" in the dictionary, my picture would be next to it.
"Ugh. They really got my bad side." I said in disgust and tossed the magazine back on the bed.
I looked up at Vic. I hadn't seen him in months. He was looking good, for a poor person at least. He smiled that cocky little "you're in trouble and I'm not" smile.
"You need to take this seriously, Kellin. I can't have you wandering around the streets looking like this!" Mom exclaimed dramatically.
"It could be worse. I could've gotten someone pregnant." I said.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Mom murmured as she flicked her long, platinum blonde hair behind her back.
"I would." I snorted in laughter.
"This isn't a laughing matter. When you're in the tabloids it affects me and your father." She said.
"He's not-," I stopped, biting my tongue. I didn't want to speak about that.
"Whatever. So, I got high last night. Who cares?" I asked.
I laid back in bed, sighing. I couldn't count how many times I've gotten this lecture from my mom. She always forgot about it a few days later anyway. She knew she couldn't control me.
"I care, and I'm putting a stop to it." She said firmly.
"Are you now?" I asked, bored.
"Yes. Vic is here to help." She said proudly.
"Vic...Vic...hmm...where do I know that name from?" I pondered, "Oh yeah, I remember. He's that guy that moved out the second he turned eighteen and only comes back for Christmas and thanksgiving because he hates our entire family. Yeah, yeah, that name rings a bell."
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Out Of Control // (KELLIC)
FanfictionWild and reckless, Kellin Quinn is a rich, over indulged little brat who loves to party hard. His antics are getting in the way of his parent's public image though so they call in his step brother, Vic Fuentes, to keep him in line.