Inseparable [Kellic and Frerard fic] [Discontinued]

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"Kellin?"

No.

"Kellin? Honey, I need you to come downstairs."

No.

"Kellin? My new boyfriend and his son are here, sweetie, you need to get up and come meet them."

Great. Just fuckin' peachy. 

Kellin Quinn pulls his face off of his pillow and kicks the blanket off of him. He lets out a massive groan before swinging his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

For the third time this month, Kellin's mom has a new boyfriend.  For the third time this month, Kellin has to get out of bed to meet him. For the first time that month, possibly Kellin won't be alone in the torture that is meeting one of these assholes.

He doubts it greatly. In the past his mother had dated another guy with a son, and thank Jesus they broke up because that kid was a royal douchewad and Kellin seriously didn't want to have to endure another moment with that kid.

Kellin runs a hand through his hair and heaves another sigh. He looks around his room for a second, trying to locate a pair of pants. He stands up and kicks his dirty clothes around the room until he finds a pair of black skinny jeans that he deems semi-satisfactory and pulls them on. He runs a hand through his hair again, messing it up further and leaves his room, stumbling gracelessly down the staircase, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

The scene in front of him is typical: his mother is dressed to the nines, wearing the fanciest dress and jewelry combination she owns, hanging off the beefy arm of the man Kellin presumes is her new boyfriend.

He isn't that bad looking, but he definitely isn't something normal people would consider attractive either. 

"So mom," Kellin asks, looking to press every button he can. "How much money does this guy's job pay? Must be a lot, considering he falls beneath your normal standards."

His mother's mouth falls open in shock, and the man tightens his grip around her waist. 

"Funny," a voice pipes up from behind the couple, "That's what I said about your mom when I first heard about all this." 

Kellin's mother and the man turn, revealing a boy about Kellin's age, slightly shorter, with short black hair and green eyes, and a piercing on both his nose and lip. 

Kellin cracks a grin as he descends the rest of the staircase. "So you must be my mom's new boy-toy's extra baggage, huh?"

"Touché," The boy says with a grin as he extends his hand. Kellin grins right back at him and shakes his hand.

"Frank,” the boy says.

"Kellin."

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Look honey, they're already getting along!" Kellin's mom says excitedly. 

"It's more like a mutual agreement we won't kill each other. No promises about vomiting at the sight of you two though," Frank mutters. Kellin laughs, and Frank's father shoots them both a death glare, a chilled, reprimanding silence settling across the room, leaving Frank snickering under his father’s glare and Kellin’s mother shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. 

In the kitchen, the oven beeps, saving the room from the uncomfortable silence that no doubt would have lasted. "Lasagna's ready!" Kellin's mother says as she walks out of the room, her high heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. Frank's father walks quickly after her, probably oggling her ass in that dress. 

Kellin and Frank just stand together for a minute in silence, a question bouncing around in Kellin’s mind. He doesn’t really want to ask, but he feels like he needs to know