The next day I woke up to find Jack and Roxie sleeping on the floor. They were holding each other, her arm was wrapped around him and his was wrapped around her. I smiled and looked around for Alex, I couldn't find him.

I got up and walked to Zack and Rian's room – he wasn't there. I walked all over the house, looking for him. I finally went upstairs to take a shower. I got my things and walked into the bathroom. When I pulled the shower curtain aside I saw Alex lying in the tub, asleep.

"Alex?" I asked, sitting on the ledge of the tub. I brushed some hair from his face. He stirred under my fingers.

"Lacey?" He asked, still half-asleep.

"It's me Al," I smiled, taking his hand and lifting him out of the tub. "Honey, why did you sleep in there?" I asked once he was out.

"I thought you were mad at me," He blushed.

"I wasn't mad at you!" I defended, "Come on, we'll get you in bed." I smiled, walking him to my room and laying him down in my bed. "Go to sleep." I whispered, kissing his forehead.

"Lacey?" He asked. I turned and looked at him.

"Yeah?" I asked.

I stared at him for a few minutes, and he stared back. I didn't think he was going to say anything, but then he did.

When he said it, I felt all kinds of emotions. I was happy, and angry. Relieved, yet sad. Most of all I was confused.

Why me? I'm just Lacey. I'm Lacey with the lip piercing. Lacey with the rich parents. Lacey with the "perfect" life. Lacey with the great taste in music. But I was never Lacey, the girl Alex Gaskarth loves. I was shocked, sure. But I was more shocked that he had said it. I think a little part of me always knew he felt something, because I felt it too.

It was always like this, whenever we would go somewhere as a group and one of us would bring a date, there would be an awkward tension caused by either Alex or myself. Or, like the other day, when he knew I wanted apple juice. Or, also, how once in high school when I was on my period, he brought me a big bag of my favorite candies, and didn't call me fat when I shoved it all down my throat.

He knew what I liked, he didn't judge me, and he got jealous even at the thought of me with another guy. It all fit. So why didn't I see it?

I looked down at Alex and smiled, before leaning down to gently kiss his lips. Electricity surged throughout me. Is this what people meant by "the spark"? I was warm all over and it felt like my stomach was a gymnast on speed. I pulled away and looked at Alex, he was blushing. I collected myself and then left to shower.

When my shower was done I got dressed, straightened my hair, and decided to join my now-awake friends downstairs.

"Hey Roxie, you and Jack were pretty inseparable last night." I laughed, watching both Jack and Roxie blush. "Cuties."

"What about you and Gaskank?" Jack asked, smirking. I looked at him with wide eyes, "He told me." Jack shrugged, filling his glass back up with orange juice.

"Well," I smiled, sitting beside Alex. "I think Mr. Gaskarth is going to have to ask me out on a date first."

"Oh yeah?" Alex asked, "Then Lacey Nikole Marx, will you please go on a date with me?"

"Of course." I smiled, taking his hand.

That night we all stayed home again, only this time we had alcohol. I brought a beer bottle up to my lips and tipped it back, letting the liquid run down my throat. I smirked as I climbed in Alex's lap. He put his hands on the back of my thighs, pulling my closer. I kissed him, passionately, then bit his lip so he let go of me. I climbed off of him and walked down to the kitchen to get more to drink.

"You're such a tease Lace," Alex groaned, wrapping his arms around me.

I didn't reply because I was too drunk to think. I merely drank more. I drank until I couldn't stand up on my own, and Alex had to carry me upstairs.

Alex's P.O.V.

She was never a real big drinker in high school, so I was surprised by how much she was drinking. I counted them off. 3 beers, 3 shots of tequila, 1 shot of whiskey, and something I wasn't familiar with.

She collapsed in my arms after her third shot of tequila. She hadn't passed out; she just wasn't capable of standing up by herself. I picked her up, watching her long black hair fall over my arm like a water fall; her crystal clear blue eyes were staring up at me.

She was beautiful – completely and utterly beautiful. I smiled at her, wanted so badly to kiss her, to press my body against hers so she could feel how much I loved her. But she as drunk, and I wasn't about to take advantage of the woman I loved.

So I took her to her room and laid her down in her bed.

"Alex?" She slurred.

"Yes?" I answered, lying down beside her.

"I love you too." She whispered.

"Shh, no you don't. You're drunk," I laughed, "Go to sleep." I whispered, kissing her forehead.

And we fell asleep, just like that. With my arms wrapped around her. In the morning she probably wouldn't remember all of this, and I would have to live on knowing that she had in fact said she loved me back. But then again, she was drunk, and people say absurd things when they're drunk.

Why would she love me? She doesn't see me like those other girls do. To her I'm probably still the blonde haired boy from 8th grade, the one that used to tease her, and put worms in her hair. Because to her, I'm probably still just another best-friend, who's almost a brother.

I laid there in bed before I finally drifted off to sleep, just thinking. I thought about all of the good times we had together. I remembered the late-night band practices, all of our girlfriends would leave, but not Lacey. Lace would stay behind, even if that meant she would have to walk home, she stayed. We were brothers to her, and I was starting to think that was all any of us would ever be.

To her, I'm just Alex. Not Alex Gaskarth the lead singer of All Time Low, the world famous band. To her I'm Alex Gaskarth the lead singer of her best friends cover band, the band that played out of their drummer's basement, the band that called themselves All Time Low hoping that eventually they would make it to the big-time.

We weren't anything special to her, just another group of boys she had known for a big part of her life. Although she had known Jack all of her life, she had really own known Rian, Zack, and I for about…10 years. I looked over at the beautiful woman next to me and sighed, getting comfortable.

"I love you," I whispered, finally falling asleep,

Weiners, sorry it's so short dudes. I wrote most of it during school, and then added the last bit just now. Okay, please review. Oh, and THANK YOU to Can'.Saved, she has reviewed on every chapter so far, I just thought I'd acknowledge her for that, :). Lol, right now I'm listening to a song called Porn Star Dancing. Thought I'd share. Okay, enough of this rubbish! Question: Is anyone failing any of their classes? I'm currently failing math, my mom hates me. xD