Hey! First All Time Low fanfiction, leh GASPE.
Rosie virtually abused me every time I took more than one day to update, so yeah. Lots of updates. =)
Heyy! This be Rosie! I'm the Beta Fish of this Ah-Mazing Fanfic. So read on my lovers.
It was three AM when I woke that morning, the sky outside was dark and foggy, and the street lamps were still the only source of the light on the dark streets of Maryland.
Dragging myself out of bed, I mentally cursed Rosie.
What was wrong with setting out at a more decent time?!
I could barely keep my eyes open in the shower, and I sighed as I rummaged through my wardrobe, trying to find my skinny jeans.
By half three, I was already running late, and if Rosie hadn't had her coffee, I did NOT want to be on her bad side.
I ran down the stairs, skipping the last three steps, all the while trying to tame my hair.
I threw a chocolate pop tart into the toaster, and collapsed on the sofa, tying the laces of my converse.
Picking up the remote, I turned on the TV, and put it onto my favourite music station.
I turned the volume down; I didn't want to wake up my sleeping parents.
I would never ever in a million years have been up so early, but eight months ago, my parents bought tickets for me and three friends to go to the warped tour.
I'd always wanted to go, and each year I begged for tickets, but I never got them, until my eighteenth birthday.
I'd phoned up Amber first, as she was first in my contacts, and screamed down the phone to her, until she caught the words 'Warped tour' and 'Tickets for us' – then she was screaming too.
Next was Laura, and it took her a second to click too. Then she was screaming and trailing off about what she was going to wear.
And finally, I phoned Rosie, who must have deafened me when I told her.
"AMBER! AMBER OH MY GOD, AMBEEERRR!" I screamed, and Amber screamed too.
"AH! WHAT? WHO WHAT WHERE WHY WHEN? OH MY GOD, ARE YOU BEING SHOT AT?!" she screamed, obviously worried.
"NO NO. EVEN BETTER."
"BETTER THAN BEING SHOT AT?!"
"YES. OH MY GOD. AMBER. WARPED TOUR. HEHE. I LOVE MY PARENTS. THEY. GOT. US. TICKETS. FOR ME, YOU, LAURA AND ROSIE!" I screamed and there was silence for a second.
"AH. SERIOUSLY?! IF THIS IS A PRANK YOU ARE DEAD YOUNG LADY. DO YOU HEAR ME? BUT SERIOUSLY. WE'RE GOING TO WARPED TOUR?!!!" she yelled, and I screamed in response.
I was jumping up and down, and crying with happiness.
When I un-wrapped the small box with a set of car keys in, I was still happier about the Warped tour tickets than the car.
Then, I phoned Laura.
"OH MY GOD. LAURA. LAURA. LAURA!" I yelled, and she screamed, just like Amber.
"AH! WHADID I DO?! I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" she shouted and I laughed.
"LAURA! MY PARENTS GOT US TICKETS FOR THE DAMN WARPED TOUR!"
-silence-
"OH MY GOD. SERIOUSLY? DAMMIT, I LOVE YOUR DAMN PARENTS. HOLY HELL … I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! AH AH AH! OH MY GOD, WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR?! I NEED TO GO SHOPPING! I NEED NEW SKINNY JEANS. AND THEN NEW CONVERSE. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE REALLY GOING! OH MY GOD, THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME! I LOVE YOU!" she yelled, and I moved the phone away from my ear.
I laughed, and put the phone back to my ear.
"I KNOW RIGHT! I GOTTA GO PHONE ROSIE NOW. COME ROUND MY HOUSE LATER?!" I asked, and she screamed 'yes' and I hung up.
I hit the R button, and dialled Rosie's number.
"Hello?" she answered and I screamed.
"OH MY GOD. ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT YOU SCREAMING FOR? OH MY GOD, ARE YOU BEING KIDNAPPED? SARAH? SARAH, ANSWER ME!" she yelled, and I screamed again.
"ROSIE. WE'RE GOING WARPED TOUR!" I yelled.
-silence-
"WHAT? YOU SERIOUS? AH! WHO GOT TICKETS? FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! OH MY GOD, YAAAAY!" she said, and the conversation went on with screaming.
I ran upstairs to finish my hair, then grabbed a few CD's and shoved them into my hands.
Paramore, All Time Low, The Friday Night Boys, Every Avenue, Hey Monday, Green Day … the best CD's from my collection.
I left a note saying goodbye to my parents, and hurried out of the front door, throwing my bag into the back of the car, the CD's into the passenger seat, and loading the eight-pack of coke, the massive bag of Haribo, Skittles, and the freezer bag with Ben & Jerry's ice cream in, into the trunk.
I started the engine, and drove round the corner to meet the others at Rosie's house at four AM.
It was already 4:10 AM.
"Where the hell were you?!" Rosie asked, as I pulled up outside hers.
"Sorry, I spent too long in the shower," I said, and she sighed.
Amber and Laura came out screaming, but I shh'd them.
It was ten past four on a dark suburban street, and Rosie's neighbours could get kinda grouchy sometimes.
We'd end up waking the whole street if we started screaming.
Rosie began putting bags of food in the trunk, while Laura yelled "SHOTGUN!".
Amber got into the back, and reached for the CD's, flicking through them and decided what we'd listen to.
"Hmm … put the All Time Low CD on first. Then the Every Avenue one," she said and I nodded, taking the disk of her and putting it in the CD player.
Rosie finally shut the trunk, and got into the back of the car.
And then we started off down the dark roads to the Warped Tour … miles and miles away.
We got there at about twenty to seven.
We wanted to be there "extra early" Rosie said, and it took two and a half hours to get to the venue anyway.
I parked up, and got out of the car and sat on the bonnet, just as the sun was rising.
Rosie and Amber were asleep in the back, and Laura leaned against the door of the car.
"God, I can't believe we have to wait around all day" she said, and I laughed.
"Blame Rosie, she wanted to get here at this time … Man, it's way too early!" I said, looking round at the empty field.
"We need some entertainment!" Laura said, and I groaned.
"I wanna go back to sleep, but I can't," I said, sighing heavily.
"Damn you Rosie Dods, damn you to hell," Laura muttered.
At ten past seven, Rosie woke up, thus waking Amber up.
I moved up on the bonnet, so Rosie could sit there, and Amber attempted to get on the car roof.
Amazingly, she succeeded.
Laura went to go get us all coffee, apparently Rosie had brought a thermal mug with coffee in it – and little plastic cups.
She always comes prepared.
Laura came back, struggling with four cups of hot coffee, I took mine, and handed one to Rosie.
She put it on the floor by the front of the car, and turned round to argue with Amber about the radio station.
"No! I hate this song! Just turn it over already!"
"No! I happen to like this song."
"You don't. You said you hated it. You're leaving it for two reasons. One because you want to annoy the hell out of me, and two, because you can't be bothered getting up and changing the station," Rosie retorted and Amber laughed.
"…True."
Rosie and I turned round to find a CD to put on, and Laura was raiding the trunk for anything sugary that would cause a major sugar rush, while Amber looked on from the roof.
As the sound of a plastic cup hitting the ground and a liquid spilling out onto the grass rang out, Rosie groaned.
"What did you knock over now Laura?" she asked, and Laura sighed.
"Hey! I didn't do anything! Why's it always me?!" she said, and Amber laughed.
"Because it always is you!"
Rosie sighed, and turned round.
Sure, her coffee was on the floor, knocked over, and normally, a normal person wouldn't make a big deal.
But it was too early for her, and she needs coffee to be a sociable person.
A man walked past, running to get the football that had evidently knocked over Rosie's Coffee.
"Hey! Douchebag. I was going to …" she said, then trailed off.
"Rosie! You can just go get another …" I said, also trailing off.
"MY GOD. WOULD YOU GUYS FINISH A DAMN SENTAN…" Amber started, then also trailed off – coincidently falling off the roof with an "ow".
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING …" Laura spoke up, and just as the rest of us had, she too trailed off.
"Hey, sorry about the coffee, Zack's aim sucks … I'll buy you another coffee, yeah?" A guy with raven black hair and wide, brown eyes was standing in front of the car, holding a football in his hand.
Jack Barakat.
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