I'm going to be updating this story a lot, because unlike the other stories I have going (besides Lexi's) I just don't want to write. Roxy's story makes me want to write, and I only get that feeling when I write for Lexi and Dani, so hopefully you guys like this story as much as you guys love/loved those.

Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low or any other name brand I use in this story

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Roxy POV
I sighed and brought the last box into my room, then I collapsed onto my bed. Finally, I thought, after two weeks we were finally moved in.

Here's my "life summary", or whatever you want to call it. I'm Roxanna Marie Saxton, but I go by Roxy. I'm eighteen, and my family and I just moved from Rhode Island to Baltimore, Maryland. I'm a senior in high school, which starts in two days, and I'm majoring in Music. (I want to be in a band and be famous one day.)

My life sucks. My parents fight every second they get, they want to know everything about my personal life, my dad is WAY too overprotective of me, and both of my parents are drunks. It's actually pretty amazing how they still jobs, considering their both lawyers and have shown to up to trials semi-drunk before.

Shaking my head of the depressing thoughts, I got up from my bed and walked downstairs to see if my parents needed helped unpacking.

"Do you need help?" I asked my mom, who was putting dishes away in the cupboard.

"No, I got it," she replied, "did you unpack?"

"Yeah," I lied, I would do it later. It's not like she was going to check, anyway. "Does dad need help?"

"No, he's putting the T.V in the den, so he's got it covered," she mumbled.

"Okay," I sighed, looking around the house. Everything looked to be in place, couches in the family room, appliances in the kitchen, and the house overly clean.

My bedroom was upstairs, along with the den, and I had my own bathroom. My parents bedroom, their bathroom, the family room and kitchen was downstairs. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be spending a lot time downstairs.

When I looked out the window I saw the tree's gently swaying in the breeze, so a thought popped into my head.

"Hey mom, can I go running?" I asked her, heading to the front door.

"Sure, come home soon," she answered.

"'Kay," I replied, walking out the door.

I was jogging down the street when I saw them. Four guys, three of which were hot. They were hanging out in a driveway, loudly talking. One of them was doing kick flips on a skateboard.

"Hey!" One of them yelled, waving at me. He was by far the hottest, with brunette hair that was the same color as mine.

"Hey!" I shouted back, slowing my pace. The guys waved me over, so I walked up the driveway and stood by a tall, lanky guy with black hair and a thick, blond streak in his bangs.

"Hi," the blond one, with the skateboard greeted me.

"Hey," I replied, looking around.

"What's you name?" The hot one asked me, and I smiled.

"Roxy, and you guys?" I inquired.

"I'm Alex," the hot one pointed to himself, "that's Zack," he pointed to the blond with the skateboard, "that's Rian," he pointed to a buff guy who was leaning against a car, "and that's Jack," the one who I was standing beside.

"And together we're All Time Low," Rian said, proudly.

"What's that?" I questioned, chucking.

"A band," Zack replied, "I'm bassist, Rian's drums, Jack's guitar, and Alex's vocals and rhythm guitar."

"What kind of music do you play!" I asked, slightly yelling.

"Alternative," Alex replied, laughing, "why?"

"That's my favorite genera, and because I want to be famous," I answered.

"Are you in a band?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Nope," I said, popping my lips on the 'p', "but I want to be."

The guys shared a look with each other, then they looked back at me.

"You should come to one of our practices," Alex said, "we could work something out."

"Sounds cool," I replied, freaking out on the inside, but trying to keep it cool. "I'd like that."

"What school do you go to?" Rian asked me.

"Dulaney," I replied, groaning. I hated being the new kid in school, everywhere you went people looked at you like you had four heads.

"So do we!" Jack yelled, "this rocks!"

"Yeah," I laughed, this boy is insane, I thought.

"You get use to him," Zack said, rolling his eyes,

"Okay," I sighed, "I have to go, my mom's probably freaking out right now," I started to walk out of the driveway.

"Bye!" The guys yelled, waving at me. I waved back then started jogging home, a grin plastered on my face.