If You Were A Movie, This Would Be Your Soundtrack
-Kellin Quinn Point of View-
"Hey Kellin, I think Cope needs a change. Oh, and when's your girl toy coming over?" Katelynne asked as she gathered some of Cope's clothes to go over Kate's mom house.
"Okay, A. It's your turn to change her. And B. she's not a toy, she's just, I don't know." Sue me for being a punk and running away. I know that I wasn't exactly the nicest person to Katherine and I made it worse by getting her pregnant, but I didn't know what to do. I was barely ready to be a father to Copeland, I didn't need two baby mama's. I don't know how to handle a miscarriage. I don't know what's the right thing to say over via text. Or, was I supposed to fly out and see her? I don't know. I bet she's somewhere across the country living it up with someone else. Like Devin or Vic, or, Johnny Knoxville for all I know.
I'm hurt, I'm still hurting and it's been five months, but I'm still not over the grieving process and now they're throwing me back on another tour for five months with 12 other bands. I mean, I love my job and all but not that much to just want to leave without knowing how she is. I pushed aside the worse thoughts and just imagined her sitting somewhere with her friends, laughing and having a good time while I finish packing.
"Kellin, just call her." Katelynne says. It's weird. We've been divorced for three months now, but I think it's brought us closer than ever before. It feels like we're still married, just without the sex and cuddling.
"How would you feel if you lost your baby and the only thing you got was a pathetic apology over text message almost a month after it happened."
"Oh, I would totally hate your guts." She says with a laugh. I throw my hands up in the air, proving my point.
"Subtle Kate. Real subtle." I pack the last of Cope's clothes and hand the bag to Kate.
"Oh! We were aiming for subtle? Oops." I roll my eyes and playfully shove her, handing her the bag. I wish it were that simple, to call her. But I don't even want to talk to me.
After kissing Cope and Kate goodbye, I changed out of clothes that don't smell like baby vomit and sit on the couch, slouching down and drowning my pity self in alcohol. It was quiet. No crying. No arguing. No women. Just silence. Well, until someone knocked at the door. I groaned, setting the beer down and opening the door.
"Oh, it's just you." I scoffed and went back to my beer.
"Way to make a woman feel welcomed Quinn." She smirked and leaned against the doorway. "I've come not for sex this time. But, for a compromise. I know a little something, something on Katherine and I will tell you the info, only and only if you do what I say when the tie comes." Cara stared at me with devious eyes. I want to know. If it protains Kat, I have to know. And although Cara can be a sneaky bitch at times, she always had the right info.
"Fine." She smiled.
"A. Kat's band is going to be on tour with you. B, she and Andy Oliver had sex."
Ooo, kill em'.
So I'm doing a contest thingy. Who do you think Katherine should end up with? Kellin or Andy? If you want her destiny to be with one of the two, vote HERE
Voting ends on March 12th 2014 and the winner will be announced. The story will NOT end on the 12th. Just the voting. So keep it going. I am counting.