Chapter One
"Is he alright?"
"What happened?"
"Did you have something to do with it?"
"Of course she didn't, you dope!"
"I know, I just... hey, Jack? You alive?"
"Get out of the way, Zack," I hissed, ignoring the rest of the voices that washed over me as I stepped onto the tour bus, supporting an unconcious nineteen year old with messy hair and a slack mouth in my arms. Zack looked a little shocked at my harsh tone, and I wasn't about to wait for him to get over it. I used my shoulder to shove him out of the way, then dropped my bundle on the nearest bunk bed, which happened to be my own. I glanced at the mess of Barakats bunk (above mine) and rolled my eyes, I knew where I'd be stuck sleeping tonight.
The guys all hovered around me as I glared at Jacks unmoving form, obviously worried for their friend. Even Matt had scrambled around from the front of the bus once he'd heard the commotion. "Hey Rian," he said when he spotted the crowd around the bed (not seeing Jack because I was in the way), "- what's going-"
"I don't know," Rian answered before Matt could finish, and then jerked a finger at me. It wasn't rude or anything, so I didn't react. "She just brought Jack in, he's all unconcious."
"Jack?" Matt repeated, sounding worried now. "What's wrong with him? Is he hurt? How-"
Wait.
Maybe first I should explain how I got here in the first place. So you know just a little bit about why the hell I'm standing here with a bunch of guys in a band on tour, instead of acting like any other respectable teenaged girl and trying to finish my last year of high-school. Why I'm standing over Jack Barakat surrounded by the other members of all All Time Low.
Why I'm ruining my life just a little more every day.
I'm not a groupie, and I never was. I had never even heard of All Time Low before I met them. I liked their music now of course, you couldn't tour with a bus full of guys and not grow attached, but I hadn't heard a single song back then. My brother, Alex, is in a band called Murder in Scarlet. Before they became bigger and more known, they were just another one of those small bands looking for a tour that might give them a chance at fame.
They found that chance in All Time Low's tour. I was often invited on tour with my brothers band, I liked the adventure it held. I was a bit skeptical of touring around with a band I'd never met before. I was worried I wouldn't like them. That they wouldn't like me. But it was a mistake to worry. I loved All Time Low.
I loved Jack Barakat.
He was the funniest, sweetest guy I met, and so was Alex Gaskarth. But for some reason I always found myself hanging more around Jack than Alex. We became friends almost instantly. They started to invite me on tours, and I was now the ATL girl, not the MIS girl.
That was three years ago.
Oh, we're still friends now of course. But now, everything is so much different. Back then, he wasn't old enough to drink alchohol at parties every night. He did, but never enough to get himself drunk. The people at the venues could tell. Back then, he didn't have a million fangirls following him around everywhere. He had a few, and he was nice, but he never gave them more than strictly friendly attention.
Back then, he was the best friend a girl like me could ever ask for.
But now he was old enough to drink, and he did it every night, practically drowning himself in beer at parties and then hooking up with the nearest hot chick in sight. Now he would party so hard that at times he fell unconcious. Now I was the one who always played the role of a loyal friend and picked up the peices of his mess. I was the one who helped put him back together, every single time.
So maybe now you can better understand why I'm here right now. Back to the situation at hand.
"- bad is it Alexa? Wha-"
"Matt, don't mean to be rude, but maybe if you were quiet I could answer you."
He looked surprised, I never spoke like that to anyone.
"Woah, Alexa," Zack said, making a gesture with his hands that I supposed meant 'chill out'. But I was not about to just 'chill out'. Not after tonight I wasn't. I ignored him and turned to Matt, who was watching me with an expression that clearly stated he was questioning my mental health. "Jack got drunk, went off with some chick-" Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes "- and then said something that must have set her off, cause she left. He got all upset and drank until he passed out."
I said all of this quickly, and none of them looked surprised. After all, it happened almost every night now, didn't it? And I was always the one to help him out of his mess, even though my heart twisted in pain with every second that passed.
I was so pathetic, wasn't I?