A few days later, All Time Low had their first show of that tour. Usually, Jack and I were hanging out or doin' sick shit with Alex, Rian, Zack and the rest of the crew and I can tell that Grieco's definitely one of the craziest guys I've ever met.
I was lying on my bunk when Jack headed for me.
"Mary?"
"I'm here..." I yawned. Actually, I wasn't weary, those people are just quite a handful, though...
"The soundcheck's gonna be 'bout 6pm so, we got some time to walk around but we can stay here if you're tired." he said.
"Nah, it's okay. I wanna leave that place for a while. My legs were quite useless yesterday and I gotta change that." I muttered.
"Dammit!" he grinned, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bus. "What do you wanna do?"
I just shrugged.
"I dunno... But I think I'm hungry." I replied. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"You think you're hungry?"
My stomache rumbled and I had to laugh.
"Okay, I know I'm hungry. And... I go for cheeseburgers. Yup, definitely cheeseburgers." I answered.
"That's one the many reasons why I love you. You like my favourite kind of food." Jack mumbled and kissed my forehead gently.
It was 5.34pm. I don't know why but it made me a bit miserable that he had to leave me. Don't blame me for that. If someone told me a few months ago that his girlfriend didn't want him to play at his own show... I think I'd been quite upset but know I was that bitchy, titchy, selfish cow. Okay, maybe that sounds a bit hard. Maybe I'm just that bitchy, titchy, selfish girl who doesn't want her boyfriend to do what he loves. Honestly, if you're thinking 'bout it that way... I gotta stay true, I didn't change my mind and I still wanted him to stay with me.
Although, I couldn't tell him 'cause I was pretty embarrassed about that and I just wanted to pretend everything's okay.
"Aw... I think I gotta go..." he muttered and put his arms around me.
"Mh... okay, then." I replied, trying not to sound too sad.
"Actually, I'd rather like to stay here..." Jack said.
"What?" I asked.
"I mean, you know, I love it to play live and it's quite cool that there are so many girls in there who want me to get into their beds but..." He breathed deeply and didn't seem to know what to say.
"I know." I mumbled. Why didn't I let him finish speaking? Sometimes I could slap my own face just because of my stupidity.
"Jack! We gotta go, dude." Alex almost screamed.
"Sure. Don't wait for me. I'm right behind you." he replied.
"You always are, hun!" Honestly, they were the the most gay straight people I know.
"So, what I wanted to say is..." His lips wandered across my cheek and stopped right next to my ear. "You're the only girl who's allowed to want me in her bed."
My eyes widened and I'm so very sure I blushed. But then I began to grin and nodded.
"I know and even though our... bed isn't that far away... You gotta go..." I couldn't help but streaking his neck with the tip of my tongue.
"Alex! I'll stay here!" Jack exclaimed and hugged so tightly I couldn't really breath anymore.
"Jack... Air!... Can't... breath!"
He chuckled and let me go again.
"You can stay backstage if you want to." Jack proposed but I just shook my head. "Nah... If you're not there it's not funny and... I thought you gotta meet some of your fans?"
He pouted and I always gave in.
"You could help me!" Vinny said. The only reason why he wanted me to come with him was he didn't like to talk to all these little girls, screaming and smiling just because they're gonna buy an All Time Low shirt. Okay, maybe they're not screaming because of that but... They are screaming, I swear. I gotta know it, a few weeks ago I was one of them.
"Yay. So, I know what I'm gonna do. Bye, sweetheart!" I waved to Jack and headed for Vinny who was just standing there.
"You're gonna wonder how many girls in one hall can have their strawberry-week at the same time." he said and rolled his eyes.
"Er... What's the strawberry-week?" I asked.
"Let's pretend you're not a girl... I would tell you... That's the time when girls usually don't want to have sex because they'd paint your cock red." he answered.
"Oh... I... I think I know what you mean." I mumbled.
"So... when are you gonna have you're strawberry-week again?" Vinny wanted to know.
"I definitely won't answer that question but... why?"
He just shrugged.
"I'd tell Jack when he shouldn't come near your vagina."
"I think that's my part..." I muttered.
"Even though I like to talk 'bout vaginas... We should begin to bring the boxes to the 'merch area'." he replied.
"Okay." I shrugged and followed him.
