Another A.T.L. fic!!!!!!! Sorry this one just popped in my head when I was staring at a picture of JaGk Barakat.

P.O.V. of me

My life had been fine maybe even perfect. I had a house, money, and people who cared about me. Just one event and person had to change it. Jack Barakat at the House of Blues (in Vegas) with All Time Low.

I stood outside of Starbucks; the line had gotten so long it went out the door. I stood freezing my butt off wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a Glamour Kills' Turn Up the Stereo tee, purple beanie, and black and white Converse. I played with one of the strands of blond hair. I had streaked my dark brown hair blonde after boredom of the plain color. My light blue iPhone buzzed making me jump in line.

"Yola!" I said into the phone (it's my catchphrase)

"Eliza!!! You have to come over right now I found something you have to see." My b.f.f. said.

"I'm at Starbucks. I'll be there in a few minutes. Do you want something?"

I got to the head of the line and ordered my latté and headed to my car. I plugged the phone into my car stereo and blasted The Academy Is... It took me a total time of ten minutes to get to my friend's house. I let myself in knowing that the door was always unlocked. No matter how many times you want to ring that doorbell nobody will answer. It was practically a law of the house.

I ran up the stairs till I found the familiar apartment door. It was covered this week in fashion sketches that fit her mood. Once again I opened the unlocked door and yelled out.

"Liz if you don't get you down here I'm gonna trash this place."

I knew the threat would serve its purpose. She liked having whatever project she was working on in one room and everything had to stay there or she would freak out.

She ran down the plush stairs and greeted me with open arms. We ran to her bedroom, which was the room of choice this week.

"What is it this week?" I asked.

"This new band I found."

"It's just a band."

"No, I know they're just a band but look at this poster."

She shoved a giant poster in front of me that had the words All Time Low scribbled in large letters on the front. It showed four guys all looking like they were goofing off. One guy that looked like the lead singer had caterpillar eyebrows and blonde hair. The guy next to him looked grumpy and bald. My friend grabbed the poster from my hands and tacked it to the wall.

"Hey, I wasn't finished."

She pointed her finger at the lead singer, "Alex Gaskarth. He's the lead singer and plays the guitar. Zack Merrick. Bass player and likes working out too much. Rian Dawson. Plays the drums and often getting stuck with the camera when filming Buzznet vids. And this is the reason I called you. She pointed at the last guy. Jack Barakat. Lead guitarist. She then took my school picture and tacked it up to Jack's photo. His hair was exactly like mine same dark brown and blonde streaks. He had angled bangs that hid the right side of his face, just like mine. He had dark brown eyes and the only difference between us is our face shape. I turned around looking at Liz.

She grinned at me.