——Vic Fuentes

It’s 2012, you’re Kellin Quinn. An old friend of yours had recently introduced you to a guy named Vic Fuentes. He sounded pretty cool, and the two of you were supposedly going to collaborate on a song together. You’re standing at Vic’s door, waiting for him to open it.

“Oh, hello. You... must be Kellin?” The boy had answered the door, looking at you awkwardly. He had long brown hair. He was wearing tight jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt. “So... come in, I guess.”

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