I felt amazing waking up in Jack's arms later that day. The sun was just barely up and the guys weren't back yet. They still had a concert to perform that night.
"Good afternoon." Jack said kissing the top of my head. He seemed just as happy as I was. We lied there, just to be together. He kept his arms wrapped tightly, yet gently, around me. It had been quite some time when he said, "We may want to get dressed before the guys get back."
I threw on a t-shirt and skinny jeans just in time for the guys to show up. They had no idea, and I preferred to keep it that way.
There were still a couple hours left until the next concert and I needed something to keep me occupied. I picked up my most recent hobby off the coffee table in the front room and headed to Jack's empty bunk. It was the last book in an extremely popular series. People called it the 'Twilight Series'. I was reading Breaking Dawn, and it was very riveting.
The guys made fun of me for being just another twilighter. My friend told me I had to read it, so I did and magically fell in love.
I had about 40 pages left in BD (that's what they call it, right?), when I heard whimpering sounds coming from the end of the bus. I thought all the guys were out getting food and that I was the only one on the bus. Slightly scared, I crept to the back to find the culprit.
My heart did a leap before chilling completely. It was Zack.
But oddly enough, he had something in his hands. It looked like a book, a black one with nothing on the front or back. But something was written on the spine in shiny letters.
"Zack!? What are you doing reading New Moon?" I shrieked. The book was the copy I made the guys pick up for me a couple weeks back when I finished Twilight.
Zack's eyes met mine with terror. He was crying... over the book?
"It's not what it looks like!" Zack shouted, his voice throaty from the tears.
"Awe, are you sad Edward left?" I asked in a baby voice. Zack was outraged and automatically slammed the book on the side table. He lifted himself off the old recliner and strode over to me. For an instant, I thought he was going to hit me.
"You tell anyone, you're dead." he growled, his face only inches from mine.
"OK." I winced, scooting away from his angry glare. "But if you don't mind my asking, why are you reading it in the first place?" I asked honestly confused.
"Well to see what happens, duh."
"I got that, but why did you read Twilight at all? It's supposedly a girl thing." I said, fearing my words would set him off again.
"I had nothing to do." he shrugged.
"Wow." was all I could choke out.
"There's nothing wrong with a man reading Twilight." he stated proudly.
I murmured under my breath, 'Not at all', but luckily, he didn't hear.
The guys began their concert like all the others. They played song after song, the crowd loved it, and the guys would milk their fame and so on. Tour was like getting paid to have all the fun in the world. Playing on stage was such a joyous and carefree thing for them, almost involuntary.
I gripped the old blanket tightly. I grabbed one of the generic cloths lying around on the bus to keep me warm. All Time Low was almost done performing, and I was waiting in the back, as usual.
Their final song was over and they were heading backstage. All of them were sweaty and gross, the showings of a good concert. They were loading up the equipment when a friend of theirs came in.
"Cassadee?" Zack exclaimed wide-eyed.
I turned to see a petite girl wearing tight pants and a thermal tee with hearts on it standing with her hand on her hip. I automatically identified her as Cassadee Pope, lead singer of Hey Monday.
"Hey guys." she said, flipping her short brown and blond hair over her eyes. "You remember Elliot? Hey Monday's drummer?" she said gesturing to the tall guy beside her.
"What's up Cassy?" Jack laughed, running over to the small woman and wrapping his arms around her in a friendly hug.
"Tour." was all Cassadee could choke out due to his tight hug.
"Come hang with us! We're chilling in the back room." Zack invited.
"Sure!" Cassadee agreed with enthusiasm.
Alex lead the way, assuming alcohol was involved, and the rest followed into the back room of the building. Well, except for me that is.
No one asked me if I wanted a drink, or even to go hang out. I was just left to sit in the back as some band I didn't even know played some songs, while everyone else was having fun. I felt like such a loser.
I didn't want to wallow in self pity, so I stayed for a couple of songs before walking back out into the cold. I knew I could just easily go have fun, but I was tired anyways. I headed back to the bus in the cool dark, as the noise of music slowly faded behind me.
I walked in, but immediately noticed there was someone there. But I thought everyone was inside hanging out. I peered through the door to see Alex sitting on the couch, his guitar just waiting to be played.
"It could be for the last time and it's not right. 'Don't let yourself get in over your head,' he said. Alone and far from home, I'll find you." he sang. But he stopped. He looked down at his feet for a few moments and then buried his face in his hands. I could swear he was crying his eyes out.
I knew that this song was about his deceased brother who committed suicide a couple years ago, but I had heard him perform this song multiple times, without a single tear. I guess that was what life was like for Alexander William Gaskarth. Making people think you're happy, but you're really somewhat broken inside. I could almost comprehend what that feels like.
All I wanted to do was run up to him and hug him. To just hug him. But I felt I couldn't, like I shouldn't. This was his personal time. He didn't need the girl who turned him down to run in and pity him.
"Sing...... me.......... to sleep." he continued. Small tears rolled down his face and onto his guitar. I could suddenly see the pain he was cleverly hiding. It was striking, like a blade, hitting me right in the gut. It hurt me to know I hurt him.
Alex couldn't play the rest, so he just set his guitar to the side and stood up. He took a moment to make sure no tears were showing. He was most likely heading out to get back to the concert. Panicking, I ran and hid in front of the bus. I really didn't want him to know I saw that.
I waited for him to leave, and once he was gone, I crawled into Jack's bunk. Jack wouldn't be back for a while, so I just sat there. I stared at the ceiling of the bunk and felt the sorrow for Alex flow through me like a river of pain. I wish I knew a way to help him.
I rolled over onto my stomach. My back was in serious pain.
I just lied there. Motionless. But that's when I heard the door slam and voices piling into the bus. The concert must've been over.
The curtain was abruptly moved.
"Hello."
The voice was male, but it wasn't Jack. I looked up to see a man towering much higher and was much broader. I didn't get a good look at the man before I was knocked out cold.
[A/N ooo suspense :)) sorry haven't posted in forever, is being stupid :( more up soon!]
