Hi, this is a sort of sequel to my only one. It has the same All Time Low in it and the same Megan but this time it's going to be based of someone else. I'm not really sure if Megan will be in it too much. I don't plan these chapters out. I just sit down and start righting whatever comes into my head. We'll see when we get there. Thanks for reading. If you haven't read my only one, you don't have to if you're going to read this but I think you should anyway. It's only the best story in the whole world. No big deal or anything.
-Megan
~Veronica~
The day was June 10th, 2012. I was sitting at my uncle's house, bored once again. You see, my uncle likes to have my dad and all of their friends over and have a lot of get-togethers during the summer. My uncle has a pool, a giant patio and horse shoe pits and everyone comes over to swim and drink and play games.
I mean, sure, it was a fun time and all and yes, I liked the people that came but c'mon, I was sixteen and all the people that came were either in their thirties and forties so I didn't really have a lot to say to anybody. I usually just swim a lot of the time but today I just sat in the corner with my headphones on, blasting my music. I was in a Yellowcard kind of mood so that's what I went with, all of their CD's on repeat.
Today was really, really hot. It was probably around 100 degrees but it felt like way more. I wasn't really wearing much either. I had on a pair of jean shorts and an All Time Low shirt on which I turned into a tank top. The only thing keeping me alive at this point was my bottle of water and the small breeze. I really wanted to go home.
"Ron!" my dad called to me from the horse shoe pit, "Can you run and get me a beer real quick?" I sighed, got up and walked into the garage to grab my dad a beer. I brought it back out, threw it at him and sat back down in the corner. I have no idea why I let my dad talk me into coming here. He said my cousin was supposed to be here but she didn't come and he wouldn't drive me home. I was pretty screwed. I had debated whether I wanted to walk home or not but I valued my life and decided that the walk would probably kill me.
I stood up to go get a new water bottle and someone ran right into me and spilled their drink all over my shirt. "Uh, sorry," the person said and just continued on walking. What the fuck? I had no idea who they were. I walked into the house and grabbed a towel which I dried my shirt off with. This was my favorite All Time Low shirt that I had. All Time Low is and forever will be my favorite band. They are seriously the most amazing band in the world and they are the funniest and coolest people ever. I've been to a couple of concerts but I've never met them. I think that would be the coolest thing ever. I'd probably end up acting like an idiot anyway. I'd be way too nervous.
After that, I think I just sat around for a whole hour with my IPod. I think this was the worst party so far. I've never seen more people here before. It kept getting more crowded by the minute. There had to be at least forty people here. Maybe even more; it's really hard to tell with everything going on. I asked my dad again whether he could take me home or not and he said he was busy so I'd either have to wait or walk. The temperature was definitely rising. I still didn't want to risk dying while attempting to walk home.
At some point during the hour I switched from Yellowcard to The Used so I wasn't really paying attention to anything going on around me. I sighed every time I saw the door open. No more people! It was getting crowded to the point where I had to keep my feet up on the chair with me because people couldn't get past me without stepping on them. The door opened again and I let out an even bigger sigh.
Two guys walked into the backyard but I wasn't really paying attention to who it was because I was too focused on my music and ignoring everything around me. I glanced up really quickly and saw a flash of pink which made me look up again. Oh my God. How was this happening? I had no idea what to do or what to think other than Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat were standing in my uncle's backyard. A friend of my uncles walked over to them saying, "Hey, guys. Glad you could make it."
I honestly had no idea how he knew them. I didn't even know who he was. I didn't really care. I just don't know how to react to them being here. In the same backyard as me. I was kind of freaking out. I began to hyperventilate when I realized I was wearing my All Time Low shirt. Jack turned around and met eye contact with me, I looked away quickly but not before I saw him say something to Alex, who looked at me. They both laughed. After a couple seconds of talking they started walking toward me.
This had to be a dream.
This is kind of short and I'm really sorry about that. I didn't want to keep dragging on about nothing. It'll get better I wanted to just get to the point.