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If You Were A Movie, This Would Be Your Soundtrack

:Scene Twenty-Three:

-Andy Oliver Point of View-
“Need some help bro?” Devin nods. I grab the bag of ice and walk towards the back door, holding it open for him.
“When’s Telle coming over?” I set the ice down and lift my brother up and down on the ground, handing him the crutches after.
“Sometime this week. He wants to see Kat.” I grab the ice and expected to see Devin gone, but he seemed lost in thought. “Hey,” I nudge him in the rib. “You okay?” he nods and takes a bag of ice and hobbles along. Sometimes, I just wish he would realize he can’t do everything and that he’s going to need help.
I trudge after him, with a bag of ice, and walk towards the Bailey sisters, except Kat. Vince and Ryan left to get some booze which left us. They’re throwing a mini-barbeque for Kat’s progress. All but Devin thought it was a good idea.
“Hey, where’s Kat?” Annah asks as she heats up the weed. I shrug my shoulders.
“Well, go find her, dumbass.” Ellie says to me.
“Okay, Iris-Elizabeth.” I snicker.
“Don’t push it Andrew.” I put my hands up in defense and flaunt to the house. I hesitantly stop outside Kat’s door.
You can do this, it’s just Kat.
I twist the knob and slowly enter, only to find her sprawled out on her bed with a notebook and guitar.
“You okay?” I ask sitting on the edge of her bed.
“I guess.”
“New song?”
“I guess.” I frowned a little. I thought that getting her out of her depression would make her happy, or at least a little less depressed, but she seems worse.
I reached out and grabbed her book, looking at the lyrics. Words were angrily scribbled out, circled, doodled on, and smudged out. But some of the lyrics were actually, pretty good.
I don't need fate to give it time
It doesn't take pain to change your mind
No weapon can sever the soul from me
I can tell it’s about Kellin and that’s okay. The fact that she’s in the right mind to even write lyrics again gives me some sort of hope. But she still didn’t look happy.
“Kat, what’s wrong?” I climb up on her bed and sit across from her. she shrugs her shoulders and drops her head.
“You know how I told you I never believed in love?” she said it barely above a whisper.
“I can’t believe I even let my guard down, when I’m starting to realize, maybe I just don’t need love.” She sighs and sits up. “The one guy I actually do fall in love with is too oblivious to and when I try to move on, this” she waves her arms around. “Happens.” She sighs and sits up, running a hand carefully through my hair. “Your hair grew.” She said. I took her hand and lowered it from my mane of hair and held on to it.
My lips gingerly brushed the top of her head again as she turned to face me.
“You know you are worth it. You will find love.” I say. She gives out a hoarse laugh.
"Right. I'm supposed to be going on some tour with 12 other bands. One of them was supposed to be my boyfriend/baby-daddy but he's caught up in "The World Of Kellin" I have a bad drinking problem and I haven't had my period in five months and it's pissing me off, so tell me, do I look lovable?" And she was being dead serious. My answer would either make her cry or attempt to kill me. while crying. Either way, she's going to cry. So I answered:
"What kind of guitar riffs or you going to use for the song? Are you working on a new album?" It caught her off gaurd, but she didn't press it any further.
"I want to. Write a new album, but I need someone to feature on this album, on this song more specifically." She looked up at me and in her eyes all I saw was emptiness. It was like she just wasn't there. Her voice wasn't in its usual tone. Just lifeless. "Andy, will you do it?"
"M-m-me?" I was shocked. The only time you heard my vocals was on an ISS track and it wasn't even a lot, only on Murder Mitten, The Common Hours, and I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge. No one has ever asked me to sing solid on a track, so I was stoked.
"Yes you Andrew. You have a nice melody that Ellie can't really hit. So, will you do it?" I nodded my head in a eager way, letting my hair fly all over my face.
And I heard it, a soft giggle escaped her lips.
As soon as it came, it left and grabbed her guitar, plucking soft melodies.
"Uhm, why'd you dye your hair blonde?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know, I guess-" And then she started crying and she wouldn't stop and I just don't know what to do. So, I brought her to my chest and I let her cry her pain out.




This might sound bleh for me to say, but either way she should end up with Kellin, and Kellin should change. That's what I think :o This is probably one of the best fanfics I have ever read~

oh my god the drama. i love it!!! :))