Kellin Quinn Imagine

                                    

                                          


                          
Storyline: He gets back from tour in Europe and he gets lice and freaks the fuck out. 
                          
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Kellin and I were laying on the couch, watching some random movie. He was laying between my legs as I played with his hair. 
                          
"Did you put on lotion?" Kellin asks, shifting weirdly. 
                          
"Not on my hands, no" I say, chuckling. 
                          
"Well my head is itching like mad, now" He says, and I separate some of his hair, gasping at what I saw. 
                          
"Go upstairs to the bathroom, take off your shirt and wash your hair until I get home" I say, pushing him off me and quickly putting on a sweatshirt and some shoes. 
                          
"What? Why?" He asks, his hand touching his hair. 
                          
"You scratch you lose sex. Go, now" I say, laughing and grabbing my wallet before driving to the nearest med store. 
                          
He had lice... great. 
                          
Actually... 
                          
*Calling Lidsey (Justin's GF)*
                          
"Hey chika!" she answers after a few rings. 
                          
"Hey Linds. Hey is Justin alright?" I ask. 
                          
"Uh... yeah?" 
                          
"Just wondering. Kellin has lice so I didn't know if he got it from or gave it to the other guys" I say. 
                          
"Babe I've washed my hair 5,000 times but it still itches" I hear Justin say from the background and we both burst out laughing. 
                          
"Do me a favour and call Gabe when you get the chance? I'll call Jack and Jesse and ask them" I say, after laughing. 
                          
"Will do. I gotta go take care of Justin" She says, and I laugh, saying goodbye and hanging up. 
                          
I call Gabe and Jesse's girlfriends and they both said the guys had it to. 
                          
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"BAAAAABBEEEE" Kellin whines from upstairs as soon as I slam the door shut. 
                          
"COMING!" I yell, and run upstairs, chuckling when I see him hunched over the bathtub edge, looking drunk. 
                          
"IT ITCHESS" He yells, and I laugh, taking off my sweatshirt and putting on a tank-top. 
                          
"It's gonna itch, sweetie" I say, walking into the bathroom and checking his hair again. 
                          
"What is it" He whines like a 2 year old. 
                          
"The entire band has lice. You must've gotten it on tour" I say. 
                          
"LICE?" He yells, scrubbing his head more. 
                          
"Kellin stop" I say, laughing. 
                          
"Make it stahpp" He whines and I laugh. 
                          
"Give me a second. I got more hair dye to make sure it's completely gone, and you owe me" I say, smirking. 
                          
"Please don't make my hair blonde" He says, and I laugh. 
                          
"Never. I think you might actually like it. Anyways, I hope you didn't scratch because if you did it's okay to scream" I say, and start washing his hair with the lice shampoo. 
                          
"MOTHER FUCKING FUCKER" He yells, and I laugh. 
                          
"No sexxx" I sing, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, straddling it. 
                          
"Well when you sit like that I regret going on tour!" He says, glancing at my crotch. 
                          
"Perv" I mutter, turning his head and washing his hair out more. 
                          
This goes on for a few more minutes and after I brush it, all the lice is gone. 
                          
"That sucked" He groans, sitting against the wall. 
                          
"Can I dye it now?" I ask, straddling his legs. 
                          
"Please don't do anything crazy" He sighs, knowing i'm gonna dye it anyways. 
                          
"YES!" I yell, pecking his lips and standing up. 
                          
"Sit on the toilet" I say, grabbing the dye from the box, but not letting him see the colour. 
                          
"You're not gonna let me see?" He whines, and I laugh. 
                          
"Nope" I say, and mess with his hair a little, getting it how I want it. 
                          
After dying some of his hair a dark red, I blowdry it and style it, smiling when I see how it turned out. 
                          
"You're either gonna love me or hate me" I say, and he sighs, hanging his head. 
                          
He stands up and goes to the mirror, looking up nervously. 
                          
His eyes widen and he messes with it a little, before glancing at me and smirking. 
                          
"Am I sexy yet?" He smirks, and I laugh, walking behind him and hugging him from behind. 
                          
"You've always been sexy. Do you like it?" I ask, and he nods. 
                          
"I love it" He says, and I smile. 
                          
"I love you" 
                          
"This is getting cheesy let's have sex" 
                          
"I thought I wasn't aloud sex?" 
                          
"You really gonna argue with me?" 
                          
"Nope"