We gathered in the van after dragging Alex, who was completely delirious to what was going on around him, out of the club. Lily was placed in the very back with Alex and Jack beside her while Rian was in the front seat. I had to seat next to Zack who was rambling on about something I didn't really care about. Matt, their tour manager, was in the driver's seat taking out the GPS in the compartment.

"Here," he handed me the GPS. "Just type in your address and we'll bring you home safe and sound."

I typed in my home address and gave it back to him. "Thanks for doing this."

"No problem," Matt responded with a smile. "We'll pick you guys up tomorrow so we can get your car."

"Yeah," Rian chimed in.

I smiled and looked back at Lily.

She was sleeping, her head rested on Jack's shoulder while Alex's head was rested on her shoulder. Her dream was coming true and she didn't even realize it.

I faced the front again and saw Zack staring at me. I hated it when people would stare at you for no particular reason. It freaked me out.

"What are you staring at?"

He looked away. "Nothing," he answered casually.

I sighed and looked out the window. We were on the freeway now. It was going to be twenty minutes until we reached my house.

"How did you like the show?" Rian asked as we merged onto the freeway.

"It was cool. I definitely enjoyed it," I grinned.

"I knew you would," Zack smirked.

"It's not because of you," I snapped.

"Whoa," Jack interjected. "It looks like someone is in denial."

I looked back at Jack. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you know what I mean by that," he beamed. "I saw the way you looked at him during the show. You wanted to maul him."

"Maul him?" I raised an eyebrow. "You are weird. Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you want me," Zack draped his arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I scooted away from him and rested my head on the window sill. Of course to annoy me, Zack scooted closer to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I was stuck. I couldn't move. Then my eyes felt heavy. I didn't want to sleep. I forced my eyes to keep open, but it was no use. My eyes closed and sleepiness took over. I escaped the real world, like if all the events that happened to me today were real. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe I didn't really go to the concert. Maybe Lily went with her sister instead because I was too busy. Maybe all of the things that were happening to me were all just a reverie, a nightmare in some parts and I never met Zack or the guys of All Time Low. It was all false.

My mind went into a sudden spiral, mixing in all of the things that happened in my dream: Zack kissing me, Zack towering over me when I watched their concert, Zack's arm around my shoulder during the meet and greet, Zack at the club hitting on me and Zack in the van, resting his head on my shoulder. My dream was all surrounded by Zack's presence. I hated it. I hated him. Why the hell was he in my dreams? Why was he in my mind? I forced my eyes open to escape from this. I didn't want to deal with him anymore.

"Jenny," a voice called, breaking through the chaos that was in my head. "Jenny, wake up. Jenny."

My eyes fluttered open. I guess this was a continuous nightmare.

Zack carried me out of the van while Rian was carrying Lily.

"You don't have to do this," I mentioned with an annoyed tone. "I'm awake."

"I wanted to," he placed me down in the front steps of my house.

I grabbed my keys out of my coat pocket and opened the door. Rian went in first and placed Lily down on the living room couch.

"Don't be too noisy," I whispered. "My parents are here."

Rian and Zack nodded and walked out of the house and waited by the front steps. I followed.

The neighborhood was in complete silence. Nothing was heard except the radio that was coming from the van.

"Thanks, you guys," I told them.

Rian smiled. "You're welcome," he took out his phone. "Here, give me your phone number so we can pick you up tomorrow to get your car," he handed me his phone.

I typed in my phone number. "Thanks again," I waved at them. As I walked back into the house, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out.

I turned and Zack gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Under the mistletoe," he pointed up as he ran off into the van. I looked up and there it was. The mistletoe my mom placed up near the door.

I scowled. "You are so going to get it, Merrick!"

Hmm...I guess listening to the song that inspired this story helped me get through my writer's block! Hehe! Thanks for reading!