Okay so this is my first All Time Low fanfic and I had a thought about changing the story, but I cant decided. So Im leaving it up to yalls. Please read a review and I will make a decision then.


You couldn't say that I hated my life, because you'd be lying.

But I don't exactly love it either.

"DYLAN GASKARTH!" My principle roared over the intercom. I exhaled the breathe I've been holding since Principle McMillan called me into her office. I tried to ignore the stares as I gathered up my English books and stuffed them into my backpack and walked towards the door.

"Loser." I heard Tiffany Riley snear. I wanted to punch her so bad.

I didn't even stop to glance back at my English class as I walked out.

"Dylan, I like you. I really do. BUT I DON'T LIKE SEEING YOU IN MY OFFICE EVERY DAY!" My principle said as I sat in her office not even five minutes later. I really hauled some ass as she called me again halfway down the hall.

I didn't know what to say, but it was a rhetorical question so I didn't have to say anything, but I still had my mouth gaped open like a mental fish.

"AND I DON'T ENCOURAGE FIGHTING IN MY SCHOOL EITHER!" Her face was starting to turn purple. I stared at my hands which were folded in my lap.

"Three weeks detention" Principle McMillan said.

I just nodded.

"Three weeks?" Lacey, my best friend, said.

"Yup" I said plainly. We were both sitting on the floors, backs pressed up against a row of lockers in the middle of the school hallway. "Everyday after school."

"Gosh, that sucks!" Lacey groaned, her head hitting the locker. We were waiting after school for our guy friend, Reese, to get himself out of detention.

"Yeah" was all I said. I took another pickle out of the jar that sat between me and Lacey.

I went home that night after spending the rest of the afternoon with Lacey and Reese after he got out of detention.

I waved Reese goodbye as I got out of his car. I walked up to our door and dug around my backpack for my keys because the porch light wasn't on. Finally, I found my keys and got in the house. I walked into he kitchen and tossed my keys and bag on the counter. The light on the home phone was blinking red. I pushed the button and went to the fridge. The voice said we had 5 new messages. The first one was from my mom saying that her and dad would be home late and that there was money for pizza by the cookie jar, and made sure it was very clear not to stay up late "waiting for them". I doubt they would have left me money for pizza if they new what happened today. The other two were from bill collectors, and the last one was from Principle McMillan calling them about my detention. And I wanted nothing more then to forget the last missed call.

I ordered the pizza and turned on the tv. About 15 minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Here you are" The pizza man said handing me the box of pizza. "And that will be 13 dollars."

I took the box and put the box on the table near the door. I reached into my pocket for the money. He looked at the recite. "Are you-?" He started.

"Yeah yeah, hes my brother!" I said giving him the money and shutting the door.

I ate my pizza and went up to my room to do my homework. I soon went to bed.

I tossed and turned most of the night. I was up when my parents came home, but I stayed slightly in my bed, praying for sleep.

Now I know your all probably wondering, am I related to Alex Gaskarth? The real Alex Gaskarth, as in the lead singer of All Time Low? Sadly yes, he's my older brother. Now why would I not want to be the sister of the lead singer of a very famous pop band? When we were kids me and Alex were close, like all siblings when their young. I was thrilled at the thought of having my own personal body guard who would kill anyone who hurt me. But that didn't go as planned, what ever does? As soon as Alex got into high school and met his friends, also known as the rest of All Time Low, I was basically pushed off of the map of Alex Land. Once his little buddy, was now a fly at a picnic. Alex ignored me completely and was always mean to me when his friends were around. I tried talking to him about it, but he just said that he got older and crap like that. So I soon gave up on trying to be on a good level with him and just completely ignored him. After they turned 18, the guys, including Alex, moved out of the state after they switched record labels. He still keeps in touch with my parents, mostly. But im just another face in the crowd. I mean I love Alex, even though he pretends I don't exist or the fact that he probably wouldn't care if I jumped off of a cliff. Heck, him and his friends may be the ones to push me off of the cliff. But anyway, I support my brother and the band. I have an All Time Low poster tacked to the back of my door.

So anyways, the Alex and the boys are coming home tomorrow, and are staying with us. All. Four. Of. Them.

Now why aren't Zack, Rian, and Jack staying with there parents? Oh yes, because The Gaskarths are the only All Time Low family still living in Baltimore. Everyone else moved to better places after their sons moved out.

So im stuck with them for a few weeks.

And I thought high school sucked.

So the day I've been dreading came, and unfortunately, flew by. I honestly wished school lasted longer. Thank God for detention. Holy shit. Did I really just say that?

My mom called me at lunch.

"Why didn't you tell me your brother called last night?" She interrogated me.

"Because he didn't call when I was home" I defended myself.

She went on about how he called her this morning before she left for work and said that there flight changed and they would be here this afternoon. Great. So now I have to go to the store after school, or other words, after detention to pick up the items she texted me.

So after I failed my history exam, got tormented by Tiffany, and had been the main target for spit balls in detention, school was over.

"I hate that bitch!" Lacey said to me. "You knew she paid them to do that." Me and Lacey were in the girls bathroom, she was picking the spit balls out of my hair.

"Lace calm down, i'm used to it" I said.

Lacey sighed. Me and Lacey usually are Tiffany Riley's targets. Because of course, Tiffany doesn't believe that i'm Alex's sister, and since Alex doesn't like me, he wont put her straight. If he did though, it would probably stop her considering shes a huge All Time Low fan. But she mostly makes fun of me because I have a guys name. Thanks mom and dad! Ironically, Tiff's got a crush on Reese, who would be the first to volunteer to push her off a bridge.

"Im just so- ARG!" Lac growled.

"Lace, calm down" I laughed slightly.

"Here let me" the bathroom door banged open as Reese walked in and bumped Lacey out of the way and started pulling the spit balls out of my hair.

"You know this is the girls bathroom?" Lacey noted.

"Really? I thought it was the candy castle!" Reese said sarcastically. Lacey stuck her tongue out at him. Reese dosent have a crush on Tiffany, he has a crush on me. Even more of a reason to hate me.

I love Reese, he's awesome. And I do kind of like him back THAT way, but I don't want to loose him as a friend.

But I don't have to worry about weither or not to date him. Because under his common knowledge, he dosent know I know he likes me like that.

About an hour later me and Reese were walking out of the school. After we got all the spit balls out, or what we thought were all (there may be a few stranglers deep in there. But maybe not). Lacey brushed my hair and through it up in a low bun for me. She then stormed off and went home when Reese made a comment that offended her, even though he had no intentions of offending her. Lacey can be a bit touchy.

"Whats up?" Reese asked me. I looked at him, his face showed a hit of concern.

I shook my head slightly. "Nothing"

"Look, your just overreacting. I bet its not going to be as bad as you think" Reese said after a moment of silence. I knew he was talking about the boys.

I heaved a sigh. "I just don't see why he dosent like me."

"Its him" Reese said.

I looked at him in confusion and smiled. "What?"

"There nothing wrong with you. If he has a problem with you, its all him."

"Thanks" I smiled. I started walking to my car.

"No prob." Reese smiled back. "And if you have any problems, just come over to my place."

I stopped and ran up and gave him a hug. "Bye"

"See ya later Dyl" He said as I got into my car.

I tried to get drag out the shopping trip, especially when my mom called and said that the boys just arrived at the house. I groaned.

I couldn't drag the trip out much longer, so I checked out and loaded the bags into the trunk of my Camaro.

The ride home was unfortunately short. And I wanted nothing more then to turn around and go to Lacey's then at that moment when my house came into view and I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway.

I pulled into the driveway and twisted the key and took it out of the ignition. My hand hit my lap with a jangle of my keys which were clenched in them, I heaved out a breath. I sat there for a few moments.

Its now or never I thought.

I hit my head against the back of my chair before I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed the handle to the car door. I pushed it open and slowly got out. I pushed the button to pop the trunk, then I shut the door with a slam and went to the trunk.

I got the bags, but backpack + keys for the house (since I know Alex didn't leave the door unlocked) + to big paper bags filled with grocery's because my mom thinks its "an easy way to help the environment" instead of plastic. Guess helping your daughter on the worst day of her life wasn't on the list.

I some how managed to make it up to the porch and threw the door without dropping or loosing anything, but not without extreme difficulty.

Just as I got threw the door, one of the bags decided to do one of those my-top-is-too-heavy-so-half-of-me-is-going-to-fold-over-and-spill-everything-on-the-top-half-onto-the-freaken-floor-for-you-to-clean-up.

"Shit!" I said. I dropped the other bags and kicked the contents out of the way so I could shut the door. After the door slammed shut, I got down onto my knees and threw all the stuff that fell out back into the back.

Not caring anymore, I scooped everything into my arms and went to he kitchen.

I could here laughter, so I knew they were in the dining room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Woah" I hard someone mutter. Rian. I could feel four sets of eyes watching me as I threw all the bags on the island. I ignored them. Tomatoes rolled out of the bag and onto the floor. I groaned and picked it up.

"Is that your sister?" I heard Zack whisper. I knew I wasn't supposed to hear that.

"Can't be. Maybe one of her friends?" I heard Alex say.

The next thing that Jack said I new I wasn't suppose to here this conversation.

I went around putting some of the food away as they talked to each other about me.

"What?" I snapped as I leaned against the counter and finally faced them.

They jumped a little in there seats.

"Dylan?" Alex asked curiously.

I rolled my eyes. "Who else?"

They all looked shocked. I rolled my eyes again and grabbed my backpack and went up to my room.

I stayed up in my room doing homework until my parents got home. I was already on their shit list so I don't want to give them another reason to yell at me.

None of the guys bothered me.

Good.

Then mom called me down for dinner.

I went down stairs and headed for the dining room. When I got there, Jack, Alex, Rian, Zack and my dad where already sitting at the table. I sat down at a seat which was across from Jacks and diagonal from Alex, who was sitting right next to Jack. My dad stat at the end, next to me, and no one was on my other side.

My mom came in with another bowl of food before sitting down herself. The whole table conversation was about the boys and their album and their tour and blah blah blah.

The phone rang about five minutes later. My mo got up to go get it.

My mom came back in with a very pissed off expression on her face. I would hate to be the one that it was for. But telling by the way she looked at me, it was my unlucky day.

"Alex dear, would you give us a minute?" She asked sweetly as she sat down.

"Uh-okay" Alex said, uncertain about what this was about. He gathered up the guys and before they even left the room, she exploded.

"FIGHTING! AGAIN! HOW MANY TIME THIS MONTH ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN DETENTION FOR FIGHTING? I THOUGHT WE RAISED YOU BETTER THEN THAT!" My mother yelled at me. I looked down at my hands and knew that the guys had their ears pressed up against the wall listening to everything. Hell, they probably don't need to, they could here every word my mom said just fine by sitting on the couch.

"You are grounded" My mother said, calming down a bit.

I nodded slowly.

"Three months" My mother added.

My head shot up. "Three months! No way!"

"It's the only way your going to learn" She said.

"You cant do that!" I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

"We don't want to do this Dyl. But we tried three weeks, a month. It isn't working. If we don't do longer your just going to get worse" my dad said.

I sat there staring at them with such disbelief.

"Go up to your bedroom. Now." My mother demanded.

I stood up, the chair making a loud sound as I pushed it back. I glared at my parents as I walked past them. "Hate you too" I said as I stamped up to my room. I slammed the door and collapsed on my bed. My life = ruined.


Okay so the way I see it and im planning for future chapters, this story is going to be more serious then humorous. But I was thinking last night about lighting up the mood of the story. See, the way the story is now, its going to revolve around Alex and Dylan's feud and hate towards each other. But what if instead of them hating each other-

HOLD ON! WRONG! If you were paying attention you would have noticed that Dylan specifically says that she dosent hate Alex, Alex hates her.

Haha, gotcha didnt I?

Anyways, so instead of it being a I-hate-you-sibling rivalry thing, would it be better if we just have the guys annoy the hell out of her?

So which is better: Having Alex and the guys hate Dylan, or annoy her to the point were she wants to just beat all of them with a frying pan?

The fate of this story is in your hands, so choice wisely.

Please tell me your thoughts! (even if they arent the nicest in the world)

-XOXO Becca

P.S. You can vote on the poll I put up :)