A/N: Hey guys, so I'm aware I put in a lot of OC's last chapter. But I promise you that only three or four of them will be used continuously in the story so don't worry your pretty little heads. I just was on a role and the names and people kept coming so I just went with it…. Lol, anyways, Enjoy this chapter.

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John was packing clothes once again for tour. They had a two-week break at home, but then it was time to get back on the road. They departed in two days for a national tour and from there; they went on an international tour. John was excited to say the least. They were touring with All Time Low, Paramore, and Mayday Parade. It was going to be an awesome tour.

As John was packing the door bust open and Pat flew in and landed on his bed. "John." He said, "Help me."

John raised his eyebrows, "Help you with what?"

"I think I'm in love." Pat said.

John laughed, "How am I supposed to help you with that?"

"I don't know, you're all philosophical and stuff some times. Help me out man."

John shrugged, "I don't even know who your in love with."

"She works at the Starbucks in the mall, I've had a thing for her for a while now."

"Then, um, I don't know, ask her out?"

"But tour starts in two days."

"Chicks dig musicians bro." He said throwing another shirt into his duffel bag. "Take her on a date tomorrow or something and explain the situation."

Pat sat up and thought about it for a moment. "Good idea, I knew I came to the right guy for help." He gave John a slap on the back before exiting his room. All John did was smile and shake his head.

After he finished packing he cleaned his room, after he still lived at home, and his mom would have a fit if he left for tour with out having cleaned his room. He planned on moving out soon for sure, but for now, while he was constantly touring, what was the point of having his own place? He would never be there to enjoy the solitude, besides he was given more than enough privacy at home, which meant he really had no rush to leave.

But this brought his thoughts to a certain girl by the name of Lindsey Cross. She had moved into her new place with her friend last week. He actually hadn't talked to her since the day after she was settled. He kind of missed her; wait scratch the kind of, he just plain missed her. But then what Kennedy had said about him 'following her around like a lost puppy' made him kind of want to back off. After all they weren't dating and if he were calling her constantly she might get annoyed, he highly doubted that, but he didn't want to risk it, so he decided he call her once they were on the road if she didn't get to him sooner. But something was bothering him, when the little girl on the phone had said 'my future sister in law'. What had she meant by that? Lindsey hadn't mentioned anything about a boyfriend, let alone a fiancé. She was only eighteen. And from what he took from Lindsey's personality, she would have to9ld him she had a boyfriend if she did. So he was a bit confused by that. But oh well, what's a boy to do? He hardly knew her, so he wouldn't feel comfortable asking her out, and besides that, he lived quite a ways away from her even if he did. But he was also constantly on tour. This tour was going to last until mid March. That was a long time; it'd be their longest tour yet.

"John? Are you in here?" His mom knocked on the door before opening it. He smiled at her, he was a mama's boy, and there was no doubt about it. "Hey mom."

She walked in with a plate of freshly baked cookies, and he almost wanted to laugh at how cliché his mom could be sometimes, but he knew this was whom she was and what she liked to do.

"John, I just wanted to say I'm proud of you for making your dreams come true." she reached forward and stroked her son's cheek.

He smiled, "Thanks mom."

After she left he took a bite into the soft warm cookie and smiled to himself. What a lucky guy he was to have such a wonderful mom.

The day before the tour started, they got on a plane and headed over to New York, they'd be starting in All Time Low's territory. From there they were to travel down the east coast to Paramore's and Mayday Parade's turf.

From there they traveled west. Eventually they'd end up in California. And John hoped to be able to see Lindsey at some of those California dates. He had a feeling that he would.

The plane ride was long and boring, he was amused when he saw a teenage girl a few seats away from him reading an article on them. They had done the interview during warped.

Kennedy, who was sitting next to him, was having a hard time not freaking out. He had a fear of flying, John tried to calm him, but it was useless, luckily by the third hour of the flight he calmed down and actually enjoyed watching the clouds go by. Hopefully this had cured him.

They reached Baltimore and all of the boys, exhausted from the flight, decided to go straight to the hotel to sleep. No sooner than the lights had gone out in the room, the door was pounded on.

"Garret, get the door." Kennedy mumbled into his pillow. Too tired to argue, Garret groaned and rolled out his bed making his way to the door. It was only a few feet away, but it felt like miles.

He opened the door, and was practically trampled. In barged all the boys from Mayday Parade and All Time Low. And so the loudness and lack of sleep began.

"How was the flight?" Alex from Mayday Parade asked.

"Boring and tiring!" Jared groaned, "That's why we want to sleep!"

"Oh there will be none of that nonsense tonight." Alex from All Time low said with a grin.

"Dang, there's two Alex's on this trip, huh?" Derrick, Mayday Parade's lead singer said. "Okay, Alex from ATL, you are now, double A. that's easier."

They laughed, "Sounds good, oh wait, can I be double oh seven?"

After a while, John left the rest of the boys, he sat on the balcony with his phone in his hand. It was midnight here, which meant it was nine in Cali. He wanted to call her really bad, but what if she was asleep? Wait, was he kidding? What kind of eighteen year old goes to bed at nine?

So he took a deep breath and dialed the number that he now had memorized. It rang once, twice, and after the third time he thought she wasn't going to answer, so he started to hang up, but then he heard, "John!"

He couldn't hide the smile that spread across his lips when he heard her voice.

"Hey you." He said.

"Sweetheart, it's been forever! Why haven't you called me? I was getting worried about you."

"Ha ha, you sound like my mom."

"Did you tell her I said hi?"

"Yeah in fact I did."

"Sweet. So what are you up to?"

"I'm actually in Baltimore right now, we just got here."

"Isn't it like midnight over there? Aren't you tired? John Ohh might be down to party but Johnny boy also needs some sleep sometimes."

"Yeah, well, we tried, but Mayday Parade and All Time Low decided to drop by as soon as we closed our eyes."

"What? That's crazy, give them the boot."

"John, what are you doing?" they hollered to him, he stuck his head in the door, "A friend of mine told me to give you guys the boot so I can sleep and rest my amazing vocal chords."

Lindsey laughed, "Exaggerator much."

"Shh."

"Tell, Lindsey I said hey." Kennedy said. John was no longer worried about Kennedy being around Lindsey, on the flight John had told him just to talk to him to calm him down, so Kennedy told him about his new girlfriend that he'd been trying to keep secret.

"Kennedy says Hi."

"Tell him I said Hey, hey! How did he know it was me?"

"Lucky guess." John shrugged. "So how are you liking your new apartment?"

"Oh man, John you should see it, it's so ghetto. But I like it."

John laughed, "Alright then, I'll be out there to check it out ASAP."

"Good, I expect to see you here, as soon as this tour ends."

"Ha ha, okay that's a deal, but what about when we come to your area on the tour? Do you want backstage passes?"

"For real? You can do that?"

"Privilege of being the performer."

"John that is so awesome! I would love passes!"

"Then I'll make sure you get them."

"Oh my God! You are amazing! If I were there, I would totally kiss you."

John laughed, trying to play cool, "Really?" But he could feel his heart speed up.

"Yeah." She said softly, "I would."

"Maybe I'll send you backstage passes all the time."

She laughed, "Go to bed John, you need rest, call me tomorrow or something."

"Okay."

They hung up and eventually the other boys left, and John crawled into the bed he claimed as his own, and fell asleep slowly, Lindsey's picture and voice, lulling him into an ever so sweet slumber.

A/N: Hey guys, I know this is kind of short, but it's okay, I kind of lost inspiration towards the end, but it'll pick up again soon I bet. Anyways, I hope you liked it P.S This is not a real tour... oh how i wish it would be.

If you want to read other stories, I write that aren't fanfics, you can go to fiction press. com and look up Lindsey Quit Lollygagging. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it.