Would You Trade That Heart Of Gold For A Minute In My Skin?

Hey guys. How are you? Sorry for not updating in a while. Exam stress. And top of all that, my rabbit died. I miss him already. Anyways, on with the show.

::I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You::

I was buried alive
I came back to haunt you
Are you dying to believe
I can't go on without you?
All we are is too fast for love

You Can't Be Missed If You Never Go Away: Cobra Starship.

*Alex POV*

If anyone else heard me saying I was getting married, Jasey would so screw me over, and not in a good, kinda kinky way either. In the I-May-Die-Or-Have-My-Penis-Removed-With-A-Rusty-Knife screwed over. I started heading outside the gates to get the feel of the festival. We had a signing later on that after noon and playing at about seven, so I had loads of time to have fun around the festival. I really wanted to find Jasey and make sure she was okay with this whole getting married thing.

I was scared and all that she agreed because I asked and couldn't say no. I didn't think I would even consider getting married at 21, never mind actually getting hitched to my childhood sweetheart, I suppose I could call her. I smiled secretly to myself, looking up at the sun through my shades. I better had find her to make up for the lost time I suppose.

I still walked through the festival ground, signing autographs, posing for pictures, talking to fans. They seemed to notice a bigger bounce in my step and my wider smile, like my twinkle had come back finally in my eyes. I eventually came full circle and found my way back to the buses, getting the security to let me in through the gates.

"Just leave it will you! It's what we want!" I heard a woman yell behind me. I glanced around, but there was no one behind me. "I have a mind. I can choose what I want to do with him! You know I love him so why can't you be happy for us?" I heard the woman scream again. I knew that yell. "Jasey?" Instead of heading for the bus, I ran in the direction of her shouting. I saw her back, and by her posture, she wasn't happy. "Jasey?" She turned around and her eyes softened when she met my gaze. "Hey Alex." She greeted, smiling weakly. "Who are you..." At that moment, Jack appeared from behind Jasey. His eyes hard and harsh, not to mention he was giving me major evils. "Jack, what the hell?"

"I could ask you the same question."

*Jasey POV*

This wasn't going to end well. "What do you mean?" Alex questioned, putting his arm around my waist. "I heard you yell that you were marrying Jasey, and you've been back together a day?" Alex inhaled sharply beside me. "Alex, all I'm saying is, don't rush you or Jasey into anything you're not ready for. Marriage...It's..." He thought for a moment. "It's a huge thing Alex. For life, not a few days." He nodded beside me.

"I know, and it's what I want." He insisted, tightening his grip on me. "Jasey, do you wanna get married?" Jack asked. I looked at him, giving him a glance that suggested Are-You-A-Dumbass-Or-Something thoughts running through my brain. He rolled his eyes. "Jasey, no looks. Words are often good enough." I looked up at Alex, smiling weakly.

"Yeah. Yeah I do Jack. I've told you already. It's what we want." I whispered, hugging his waist. I felt him kiss the top of my head. Jack smiled a little. "Then it looks like Jasey needs an engagement ring." I chuckled, leaning my head on Alex's chest as he hugging my shoulders. "Jack, we're not having the conventional white wedding." Alex said, leaning his head on mine. Jack looked from left to right, thinking. "Which means?"

I bit my bottom lip, looking up at Alex, who nodded slightly. "Jack, we're getting married in Vegas." His eyes widened. "W...What?" Alex sighed in frustration. "We're getting married in Vegas." Alex repeated. Jack's eyes got wider, if that was even possible. "Shotgun wedding?" He confirmed. I nodded slowly, chewing my lips together. "You are joking?" I shook my head. He stomped his foot, dragged his fingers through his hair and put his back to us in temper. "Can't you wait for a few months? Plan a proper wedding, announce it instead of people just finding out." He complained. "Can you imagine the scandal when all this comes out? Can't you just think for 5 seconds?!" He insisted, kicking the side of the bus. "OW!" He whined through his gritted teeth, holding his foot and hopping.

Then he decided to fall over and land on the floor on his back. I couldn't help but laugh a lot as he rolled around, complaining he hurt everywhere. Alex was laughing too, but restrained himself to offer him a hand up. "See how much pain you guys cause me? You are so awkward and annoying and make me fall over. I'm surprised you've consequently caused my brain to go into a nervous breakdown or something." I chuckled lightly, wrapping my arms around him. After a few seconds, he replied, hugging me back.

"You guys are gonna need witnesses at your wedding aren't you?" He sighed, still hugging me. "Probably. I don't know how many exactly we need but I want there man. You're my best friend." Alex said, tapping his shoulder. Jack faced him, so he was in-between me and Alex. He looked at me, then at Alex, then back to me before settling for the space between us. "Fine! I'll be there!" He accepted, putting both me and Alex in a headlock. "If you two do anything else stupidly spontaneous or irresponsible. I swear, I'll kill you both." I chuckled, escaping his headlock quickly before he and Alex started play fighting.

"Guys, come on. You have a signing to get too." I said, sighing and crossing my arms. Jack eventually let Alex go and they started laughing and shoving each other. "Guys, come on." I insisted, yanking Jack's hand towards the bus so we could get Zack and Rian so that we could get this signing done and they could play their set. I let go of Jack's hand and felt arms around my waist. "Jasey, are you spending the rest of the tour in Alex's bunk then?" Jack asked as he had my waist. "Do you mind?"

"Nope." I smiled.

"But if I hear or see any sexual activity then one of you will have to go bunk with Hey Monday or something. I don't need those images in my head."

Today, everyone. Is Patrick Stump's 25th birthday.

25.

25 years old!

I'm so proud of everything he's done for everyone. Including myself.

You see, before I was introduced to Fall Out Boy's music, I was in a deep dark place. Alot of things I don't like to admit because I know I'm better now and they don't need to be mentioned again and again to grab attention. But basically, I was bullied alot. That lead to some stupid actions I hate even thinking about because I realise how stupid I was to even do it in the first place when there are healthy ways of helping yourself.

So, then I heard Fall Out Boy. I remember every single detail of when I first heard Dance, Dance. I was on my computer, and my friend sent we a video link on youtube. So I checked it out. I watched the video and the music actually made me feel happy for the first time in a long time. I didn't listen to them again until the year 2007, when This Aint A Scene burst onto the scene, then I fell in love. The song did annnoy me for the first weeks, but I heard the lyrics and the voice and I knew that one day, I would actually love this band.

The Songs You Grow To Like Never Stick At First.

Then we come to late 2007, almost 2008. I buy all of Fall Out Boy's records and listen to them fully. From the emotional, punk rock of Take This To Your Grave and From Under The Cork Tree to the more dance and poppy Infinity On High. One thing always struck me, the lead singer's voice.

Patrick Stump.

His voice just soothed me, made me feel special every time he sang. Like he was singing personally to me. I'm just casually obssessed. And then I knew, I sort of loved him.

Jesus, I sound like a sad act huh?

Anyways, I wanted to wish him a Happy 25th Birthday because he has helped so many people around the world with his amazing abilitly to sing.

And, personally, if you ever doubt your singing or music-making talents again, then just look at the amount of people who love your music.

Love forever,

Gracie xo

P.S. Thanks.

So I'm Writing You A Chorus And Here Is Your Verse.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,

 Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.     
                                                                  

 I was born under a bad sign,
But you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well

Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you

Hey guys. I'm trying hard to update when I can but exam stress is killing me. In a few weeks, I won't be updating at all. It's like, the last week in May and first two weeks in June. Storytime hiatus. Sorry. I'll update when I can though over the next few weeks before they really kick in.

Like hell, I'm spent
You were someone I shouldn't have met
For your own sake, let's take my side for once
If I could be myself for just a minute
And God forbid I'm pleased with myself in this relationship
And all I want is a moment alone without you

I'm A Wonder: The Cab

*Alex POV*

I dumped her back into the front seat and fastened her in before she could try and make a break for it, and locked the door. I slammed it shut and waved at her while she just flipped me off. I couldn't help but chuckle a little when I got into the car myself. "Stop laughing at me." She hissed, slumping down in her chair and crossing her arms. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself." She huffed a sarcastic sigh. "Sure you were. I'm the one that basically got kidnapped by you, and since I'm so weak, I just let you take me." I laughed a little again, starting up the engine. "Well, you wouldn't have gone far." I could almost feel her eyes narrow.

"What makes you think that?" She asked darkly. I pointed at her feet. "Your backpack was still in my car. I guess you might have noticed eventually that everything you needed wasn't with you because you left in a stranger's car." I swear, I could hear her eyes roll. "I knew that." She said through clenched teeth. I glanced over at her and I just managed to catch her mouth 'shit' and slap her forehead with the heel of her hand. I  chuckled lightly enough so she didn't hear and continued driving home. "Why do you care anyhows?" She asked. I stopped at the junction and turned left when it was clear. "Because I have a heart."

*Grace POV*

The day anyone I knew had a heart, especially guys, was the day a pig flew in the sky then performed ballet faultlessly. I sighed in disbelief. "Not all guys are assholes you know?" He noted. I snorted and turned my head to look out of the window.  "You don't believe me huh?" He asked, turning right so we were going down a suburban street. "Nope." He sighed. "Someone must have really done something bad to fuck up your view that much." He assumed, pulling up in this small driveway.

You have no idea.

"Okay, this gonna sound stupid but I still live with my folks..." I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair and turning to look at him. "Hey, it's nice that they feed me and do my laundry but they probably won't be exceedingly happy that I've bought a hitch-hiker home." I looked to my feet, shuffling them in my uncomfortable position. "They might not mind, due to the fact you're really young, but my mom will question you to an inch of your life." I rolled my eyes. "I better leave now then." I sighed, trying to open the door. But it was still locked. "Unlock the door please." Trying to shove the door open. "You're not going anywhere Grace." He replied, taking my backpack off my lap.

"I have a spare room. So, I'll explain to them in the morning why there's a girl in the spare room." I stared at him, my eyes a little wide. "What will you say?'Oh she's just some hitch-hiker I picked up and felt sorry for'? I'm sure that'll stick." I said with sarcasm, putting my feet up on the dashboard. "My parents aren't heartless either. Sometimes, people genuinely care." I smiled slightly, but hid it from him. "Alex. I..."

 "Come on. I have a shower and more food calling your name." He insisted, getting out of his side, with my backpack. He slammed his door shut and ran around to my side to open it. I twisted my legs out the car when Alex's hand appeared right in my face. "Come on, It's fucking freezing." I smiled weakly and grabbed his hand.

*Alex POV*

I lifted up the doormat and found he spare key, because no doubt my parents would have locked up and I left my house keys at Rian's place again. I unlocked the front door and ushered Grace in. "Go on." I whispered. She stepped in, rubbing her arms shuffling forward as we both tried to fit in my tiny hallway. I tripped on the rug, almost crushing her but I managed to stick both my arms out so she was between my arms, pinned against the wall. "Shit. Sorry." I whispered. She was cowering away, like she was protecting herself. I straightened myself, so I was stood up and shut the front door, locking it quickly.

I kicked my sneakers off, and Grace kicked off her shoes too. "Okay follow me." I whispered, running up the stairs.

*Grace POV*

I followed him, making sure I didn't make any noise as he opened the bedroom door. "It's nothing special." He said, switching the light on. It was very bare, with just a bed and wardrobe in the room. It was painted beige, with white sheets and a mirror on the largest wall. "There's a bathroom attached, because it's a spare room and all." I smiled and walked inside it, while Alex shut the door and put my backpack down. "You can have a shower if you want; I have some old clothes you can borrow." I nodded, rubbing my arms. "I'm gonna have a shower then. If that's cool?" He nodded, smiling. "I'll put some clothes and a towel your bed if you wanna shower." I nodded and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

The door had no lock when I shut it, but it didn't really bother me. I stripped off my clothes, wincing when I bent over or took an item of clothing off my skin. I turned on the shower and stepped in. The hot water scolded my bare skin, hitting every single mark on it. I retreated out if the water and slowly went back in, washing my hair and body. It felt so good.

I stepped out and headed for the door. And sure enough, there was towel, clothes, a bottle of water and a packet of Oreos. I wrapped myself up in the white towel, which really didn't help my pale skin.  I threw on the clothes Alex had left. A t-shirt and a pair of his old boxer's I assumed. I also put my hoodie back on and climbed into the bed. It felt so clean and fresh. Someone knocked on the door when I was drying my hair with a towel.

Alex's head popped around the door. "Hey, are you okay?" I nodded. "Okay then, well goodnight." He whispered, switching off the light. I snuggled down, wincing slightly at my arm. I shut my eyes, knowing that my nightmares weren't far away from haunting me again.

 Commet/Buzz as you will.

After Christmas was over, which was over way too quickly for anyone's liking, Grace and Patrick's wedding was looming over everyone. The date had been set, venue's booked, dresses and suits ordered. Fiancées less bothered about the whole thing compared to their friends. Grace always considered them to be practically married anyway, there just wasn't any paper to prove it.

Patrick thought that Grace wanted to get married, and she did, no doubt about it, but the nerves were setting in for the pair. With Grace being pregnant and all, she was scared that she would go into labour on the day - which would so be her luck. Patrick was just scared that Pete, after being chosen to be best man, will fuck up and forget the rings or something. One more month until the big day. 6 more weeks until Fall Out Boy toured again with the Gym Class Heroes. It was going to be hard everyone. Patrick didn't want to go, but did at the same time. He guessed that Grace was pissed when he said, since the baby was due a few days after he left.

"Tour? Are you kidding me?" Grace hissed, since Melody and Freddie were asleep. "I'm sorry. I really am." She sighed. "I'll be eight months pregnant Patrick, almost bursting. What if you're away when I go into labour? You promised you'd be there." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm sorry, but you were a fan once. You would have always wanted us to tour." She rolled her eyes at the truth. "I suppose."

 "Patrick!" Grace yelled, waddling down the stairs. "Babe, be careful." He ordered, supporting her as she walked the last few steps. She rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. "Have you seen Laura around?" He shook his head, putting his hand on her stomach. "Joe mentioned something about taking her out."

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 "I didn't know Chicago had a coastline." Laura noted, clambering over the rocks. "Well, it doesn't. It's lake that kinda looks like a beach." She smiled, dragging her fingers through her wind-swept hair. Joe clambered over the rocks and landed on the pebbles. "Right, me lady. Shall we be seated?" He asked, holding his arm out. Laura chuckled and linked his arm with hers. Joe let go when they were close enough to the water, but far enough away so they didn't get soaked. He threw down the blanket and quickly straightened it with his feet. Laura smiled and sat down, leaning on the heel of her hands. Joe sat next to her, upright and cross-legged. "How's the move from London to Chicago coming along?" Joe asked, opening the small picnic basket he bought along. "Smoothly, for now." Laura sighed, taking the thermal of coffee out of the basket. She poured herself a cup and gave the thermal to Joe, who she already knew by now, couldn't function without coffee. He took a boiling sip, burning his tongue. "Holy mother of..." He cursed, jumping up. Laura jumped up as well as Joe started stomping his feet. "Joe, coffee is a hot drink you nitwit."

"Not fucking funny." He said, even though it was muffled as he was trying to cover his mouth. "Actually it was." Laura said, pushing Joe back down onto the blanket. She knelt down in front of him, pulling his hand away from his mouth. "Open up Trohman." He obeyed and she just took a quick glance. "You'll be fine you big baby." She stated, giggling lightly. "Whatever. It hurt a lot." He pouted. Laura shook her head, still laughing to herself. He gulped and bought his hands up to her face, so she was looking at him. "Joe, what are you doing?" He smiled weakly. "I just wanted to try something." She smiled. "Do what you will then Joe."

"I must warn you, I don't think I'm very good at this kinda thing." Laura shrugged, shutting her eyes. Before she even could open them, she felt Joe's full lips against hers. It reminded her of the way teenagers kiss with their first boyfriend of girlfriend. She smiled as his ever-growing stubble tickled the skin of her face. He let her go after a few seconds. "Wow." Laura gasped, opening her eyes chuckled. "That's not the normal reaction." Laura smiled and leaned in closer to Joe as he bent down to kiss her again, just a bit more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth just as the sun was setting. Every girl loves a true romantic.

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Hey guys. Sorry for a long gap between this story. Long times being used for revision for my exams. :

She's showing signs of motion as she wipes the sleep away
I can get through this, I can get through this ride
You gotta give a little, but it takes a lot to get over you
Cause it makes no sense to be permanent,
If you're not feeling it, right?, right, right!

The Way She Moves: Forever The Sickest Kids

*Grace POV*

We walked into the fast food place, and the smell was the first thing to hit me. You could smell the oil that was being used to deep fry stuff. I swear, I could smell the fat dripping off the various burgers and fries being served in this joint. I nearly threw up. "Are you okay?" Alex asked as we sat down in one of those booths. Had my sickness made itself known already? "Yeah. Just, you know. The smell of food." He raised his eyebrow. "Okay." He said, a little bit confused. "Well, anyways, what do you want to eat?" He asked. I shrugged. I'd never been to a fast food place before, mainly because I wasn't allowed so I had no clue what there was to eat apart from the fries people were eating.

"Um, what are you eating?" He smiled, shrugging slightly. "Just like a cheese burger or something. I ate earlier, but you know." He tapped his stomach. "This is never ending, so is always hungry. I could eat all the time." I chuckled. "I'll have whatever you're having then Alex." He smiled, standing up. "Okay, prepare for the feast of your life." He said, dramatising his statement by throwing his arms in the air. I giggled and watched him leave and join the small queue of people. I propped my elbow on the table and leant my head on my palm. I noticed Alex was wearing really tight jeans, which really emphasised his ass. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he walked.

*Alex POV*

I queued up behind these three teenage girls, finding my wallet in my back pocket. I waited for these chicks to take their food when one of them turned around, and squealed. "Oh my god, you're, like, Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low right?" I sighed, starching just behind my ear. "Erhh, yep. Yes, I am." She smiled widely. "Oh my god, this is so surreal. Can I have my picture with you?" I nodded, smiling weakly, really hoping that Grace didn't notice. This girls friend took the camera as the other girl who was in the picture with me put her arm around my waist. I put mine on her shoulder and smiled as the flash went. "Thanks so much man." The girl squealed, stealing back her camera and examining the picture. "No problem." I looked ahead, where the waiter had put their food up. "You better get your food." They nodded their shocked heads and stole the food away and snuck into a booth at the other side of the restaurant.

I chuckled and ordered our food. "Hi, can I have two large Cheeseburgers and fries with two cokes." The guy nodded. "Okay, that $10.45 please." I handed him a $10 bill and some change in the zipper thing of my wallet. I waited for about five minutes, looking at Grace as I did so. She was just staring into space, rubbing her arms like she was cold. I took our food and headed back to our table. "Grace?"

*Grace POV*

I woke up out of my day dream as Alex piled the food onto the table. "You looked like you were miles away." He noted, stealing one of the fries before sitting down and splitting the food between us. Just the insane amount of food scared me, ever mind what I was actually eating. Alex already had picked up his burger and started eating his way through it. "Eat up." He mumbled, with his mouth full, a bit of lettuce hanging out of his mouth. I chuckled, throwing a fry at him. He deflected it with his arm, laughing. "Girl's got attitude." He teased. I chuckled and ate some of the fries, sipping my coke straight after.

The food felt so good down my throat and into my stomach. I started eating faster, demolishing everything Alex had put in front of me.  "Whoa, you have a huge appetite." He noticed, giggling. "What do you expect?" I questioned, swallowing the burger in my mouth. "I haven't eaten in two whole days. I'm starving."  He laughed, slurping up the last of his soda. "Where will you put it all? You're so little." I shrugged, putting the straw of my soda in my mouth.  "Listen, where are you planning on sleeping tonight?" I shrugged again. "Well, I was asleep on a park bench last night. Maybe, I don't know. I'll find somewhere." I answered honestly. "A park bench? Are you serious?" I nodded. "Perfectly serious." He stared at me in horror. "Didn't anyone offer you somewhere to stay?" I shook my head. "They probably though I was a prostitute or something." He laughed a little, but his face was deadly serious. I threw another one of my last fries at him, snapping him out of his moody trance. He threw one back at me.

So, we ended up starting a food fight between us.

*Alex POV*

"Okay guys, pack it in." One of the workers there ordered, picking up a rouge bit of lettuce that ended up on the floor. "Sorry dude, we'll leave." I said, laughing still and shaking my head to get all the shit out of my hair. I gripped Grace's hand and we walked out of the restaurant, still laughing and peeling all the food out of our hair. "As if I didn't already need a shower." She hissed, shaking her head over the pavement. I laughed. "Don't worry, you don't stink or anything." She laughed sarcastically. "I haven't showered in forever. I'm half desperate here." She moaned. I

 put my arm around her shoulder and held my hand over her neck, pulling her closer to me. "Come back to mine for a bit. I won't leave you out on the streets." She smiled. "Alex, man. I can't do that to you. I'm just a runaway teenager, I'm nothing but trouble." I sighed. "I don't mind trouble. In fact, I love trouble." She chuckled, but pulled my hands away from her. "Thanks for the food, but I'm not staying with you." She stated walking away; then ran back to me, hugging me tightly. "I mean it, thank you." I nodded and watched her walk down the street. I dove back into my car and started up the engine.

*Grace POV*

It was really cold again tonight as I sat down on another park bench. I sighed, lying down on the hard wooden bench, shuffling uncomfortably. I laid my head back so it was leaning on the bench and looked up at the stars. It was a beautiful sky tonight, but it was cold. I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep to take over me so I could get tonight over with. All I could see was Alex, his smile, his fine ass.

Okay, I did not just think that.

"Excuse me?" I opened my eyes, blinking them back into focus. "Alex? What the hell?" I asked, sitting up. He smiled sweetly. "I will not let you sleep here. No way." He insisted. I rolled my eyes and before I knew it, I was up in the air. Well, over Alex's shoulder. "Alex!" I screamed, slamming my fists against his back. "Put me down!" He sighed. "Nope. No way." I sighed at my defeat.

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Hey guyssss, how are you? Haven't updated in a long time. I feel really bad. xD

Oh, and Liana. You are in fact a special guest in this chapter. And yes, your one-shot is coming along nicely.

Anyways, on with the show.

::I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You::

Let's get reckless
Dance with our hands to the beat
Don't let this slip through our fingers
It feels insane
Don't you put up a fight
Let's rough it up
Till they shut it down

Obvious: Hey Monday

*Jasey POV*

"W..Wh..What?" I choked. He stared at me, putting his hands either side of my face. "Marry me Jasey." He repeated. My heart stopped dead in it's tracks and I think my breathing turned into hyperventalation. I gripped Alex's forearms for dear life as I tried to stop myself from fainting or passing out. "Jasey? Are you okay?" He asked. What a stupid fucking question? "I need a minute to calm down. Oh dear fucking god." He chuckled lightly. "Let me take you onto the bus, y'know as the kids are coming in." I shook my head. "Alex I need time to think about all this."

"Isn't that want you wanted me to ask?" He asked, still holding me up. "I don't know. Maybe..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure exactly what I want Alex. Marriage, it's... it's a big thing." He smiled weakly, but it wasn't a happy smile. "I know. But, I know I want to marry you." I chewed my lips together. "Alex, I... I..." I kept considerng my options. I loved Alex more then I've ever loved anyone, I needed him more then I needed oxygen. But I wasn't sure whether I wanted to marry him just yet. I stared into his eyes, which were so close to crying because I hadn't given him a straight answer.

"Jasey? Please answer me." I took a deep intake of breath. "Alex, I... I don't know. I mean, I love you but I don't know whether I should marry you just yet. It takes forever to plan and then there's the money." I argued. "Jasey, listen to me." He insisted, holding my face harder, but not angerly. "Vegas is our next stop after this." I shrugged. "What the hell does that mean?" He smiled. "Jasey, how would feel about a shotgun wedding?"

My eyes widened. "Your kidding me right? A shotgun wedding?" He chuckled, shaking his head and loosing the grip he had on me. "No way. It wouldn't be too hard. Quick weddings, isn't that what Vegas is famous for?" I shurgged, smiling weakly. "That and strip clubs of course." I added, giggling lightly. "They're more Jack's kinda thing." I chuckled. "Jasey, we don't have to if you want more time to think." I shut him up with a kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth. He seemed quite happy and repiled equally as passionatly, pushing my back up against the bus.

"Haven't you got to be a front man and mingle?" I asked, catching my breath. He smiled. "Depends if you want to take me back onto that bus then I may have to take you up on your offer." I raised my eye-brows. "You're flithy Alex." He shrugged. "Don't you like it like that?" I laughed and pushed him off. "Now go mingle." He laughed, and bowed as he left.

*Alex POV*

I couldn't believe I was going to get married to Jasey. After that day she left, I never thought I would even get to see her again, let alone marry her so she would be mine forever. I walked through the different bands until I was in with the crowds of people, who thankfully just let me walk past. Thank the lord for sunglasses. Sometimes kids don't reconise me, then I can just mingle. I walked back towards the buses, mainly to go bug Forever The Sickest Kids.

"Becky! Sssh! We'll get heard!" I heard someone say. "Ow! You should have said it was really high Liana!" Someone else said. I looked towards the gates of the bus area where two teenage girls where jumping or climbing over a fence to get in. The one with brown hair looked up at me. "Ah shit." She hissed. "You guys okay?" I asked. The blonde one's eyes widened as I helped them up. "Don't kick us out, I mean, we don't harm people or anything."

"It's okay. I don't think you do." The brunette smiled. "I'm Liana,and this is Becky." She said pointing to her friend. I smiled. "I'm Alex and I think you should get out of here." Becky smirked. "Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low?" I nodded, unlocking the gate for them. "Look Alex, man, we just wanna meet Forever The Sickest Kids. Then we'll go, pleaseee?" Liana begged. I almost gave in. "Come on guys, you'll get into major trouble, and you don't want that today." I said forcefully. "Please Alex, I just wanna say hi to Kyle. One hello." She pleaded, holding her index finger up.

I really didn't need this today. Mingling turned into fan watching. "Guys, I can't. I'll get into deep shit then my girlfriend won't marry me when we get to Vegas..." Oh shit. I did not let that slip to two fan-girls. I quickly covered my mouth. "You can not tell anyone I said that." I insisted. "Well Alex, let us meet Kyle and I won't." Liana bargined. I sighed, turning around. Kyle was ust coming off the bus. "Kyle, get your Texan ass over here!" I yelled. He looked over, chuckling lightly. "Alex, what the fuck man? No need to be rude."

"Kyle, meet Liana and Becky. Please do what they want so they can leave." He raised hhis eye-brows and signed they'e stuff and took pictures with them. "Okay guys, did you break in or some shit?" They glanced at each other at Kyle's question. "Umm, yeah." He smiled. "Better get out then before sercuity finds out you're here." They quickly ran. "Thanks man." I said, tapping his shoulder. "No problem. Fan girls are my issue, I can so deal with them." I laughed. "Go have fun with your set man." I said as he left. "I will!" He called back. "Have fun at your wedding!" I turned back, and Kyle had already gone. Did I say I was getting married that loudly?

*Jasey POV*

Me Marry? To Alex? I could hardly believe it. I mean. Oh my god. I was walking around the tents, listening to The Cab performing on stage but mainly browsing the different merch tents. I'm a girl that loves her merch. And festivals. I examined the Peta stand and took a sticker, as I'mma vegetarian and all before grabbing some form of food substance. I hadn't eaten properly in a while so food sounded goood.

I ate my chips and drowned my red bull sitting down the grass. Teenagers walked by me wearing All Time Low shirts, some with Mettro Station shirts on too. In a few days time, i would have decided who I was finally going to be. Mrs Janey Cyrus was never going to happen anymore, and Mrs Jasey Gaskarth seemed impossblie a few days ago. But it was all happening so fast. Too fast. I quickly walked back to the buses, handing the sercuity my pass so I could think about all this quietly.

"Not so fast Jasey." Someone said as they grabbeed my wrist.

After watching Melody and Freddie open all of their presents, Patrick and Grace exchanged gifts. Grace always went first, due to the fact Patrick was a gentlemen and insisted on the old fashioned rule of “Ladies first.” Grace sighed, taking the small gift bag from Patrick, kissing his lips lightly. There weren’t many presents, as Patrick learnt, get Grace as little as possible or she’ll complain that you spent too much money.

She opened the CD first, because Patrick always got her one with Demo’s of Fall Out Boy that might go onto their record, so this year was no different. There were a couple of small gifts, a book Grace had been talking about reading, the joke gift of a gift certificate for Hot Topic. At the bottom of the bag however, was a small box, wrapped up in the same sliver paper Patrick had used for her other gifts. “What on earth did you buy me Patrick?” She asked, shaking the box next to her ear.

He shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Open it and see.” She narrowed her eyes, pulling the paper off the box. She could tell it was a jeweller’s box, mainly because of the glad lettering implanted on the box. She glared at Patrick, which made him chuckle before opening the box slowly and carefully.

Inside was a small sliver locket, a circle shape filling the pendant. Grace lifted it out of its cushioned place and dangled it in front of her face, examining it closely. She felt a small peck at her neck. “Read the back.” Unwillingly, she balanced it on the palm of her hand, reading the back’s inscription. I Love You, Forever And Always. P x. She coughed up a small amount of tears, wrapping her arms around Patrick. He smiled, rubbing her shoulder-blades before kissing her forehead. “Put it on for me?” She asked, holding up the necklace.

He smiled, taking it as she turned around and lifted up her locks of blonde hair. He clipped the locket in place and kissed its grip. She turned herself back around and kissed his full lips passionately, yet quickly as she wanted him to open her presents. “You then.” Patrick smiled, taking the gift bag and taking the presents out, one by one, he opened them. Inside, there was another hat, but this one had the superman sign on the front. He chuckled and opened his next one, which was a picture of his family before Grace got pregnant.

Grace was wearing Patrick’s favourite outfit of hers. Her favourite black skinny jeans, a long Clandestine shirt which resembled a dress with a studded belt around her waist. She was sat on the floor with Freddie on her lap and Melody hugging her side. He smiled. “That’s adorable.” She smirked, kissing his neck once. He put the picture on the side and opened the last small present.

It was a small box, and when he opened it, there was key. “And this opens what?” She smiled widely, jumping off the couch and pulling a case out from underneath it. “Careful.” He insisted, as she pulled it. “Babe, I have so many guitar cases.” She shrugged and knelt beside it, ushering him to unlock it. He took the key and turned it in the lock and lifted the lid. Inside was another guitar, but it wasn’t your normal guitar.

It was a black matt guitar signed in sliver pen by Grace, Melody and Freddie. It also had a sliver pen portrait of the picture Grace has also given him under the strings. It was the same shape of his many Gibson SG’s but it was the most beautiful guitar he had been given. “Grace, this is way too expensive.” She covered his mouth. “No, I wanted to get it. So it wasn’t too expensive at all.” He kissed the palm of her hand, she smiled.

“Hey guys.” Laura said, yawning. Grace and Patrick smiled. “Hey, how’d you sleep?” Patrick asked, stretching. “Okay. Someone came and jumped on me at three this morning.” Grace raised her eye-brow. Joe emerged from behind her in a Santa outfit. “Ho ho ho!” Everyone laughed.

Then the doorbell went. “I’ll go.” Grace said, stealing Joe’s Santa hat and putting it on. She opened the door to reveal Pete, also dressed as Santa, Jess holding Bronx (who was wearing a fetching reindeer costume) and Andy. “Hey everyone!” Andy called. Grace rolled her eyes as she received hugs from Pete and Andy. “Hey there Bronx.” Grace cooed, taking him from Jess. She kissed Jess’s cheek as she walked in, being followed by Cassie. “Ask Pete about the outfit. I didn’t pick it.” She said before Grace could even ask.

She laughed as they walked back into the living room, which was now overcrowded with people. Joe hugging Laura’s waist. Andy playing with Freddie, well Freddie pretending to row him anyways. Melody was with her daddy, who was desperately trying to teach her stuff on her mini-guitar that they had bought her. Cassie was playing cops and robbers with her father, running throughout the house, making Jess smile. Grace gave back Bronx to Jess before rubbing her own stomach.

The bump was just so big, even for one baby. Her and Patrick were both so short, while neither were slim, they weren’t fat. Grace had been wondering why she was throwing up less, but seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. The baby kicked under her hand, making her jump but soothed her fears, knowing that she would have another baby in a few months. She smiled and went back to the celebration. “Guys, we aren’t even dressed.” She complained, chuckling.

She lifted Freddie off Andy and balanced him on her disappearing hip. “Oh well. Cass likes it when we come here for Christmas, don’t cha honey?” Pete said, picking up his little girl. “Yeah! It’s so fun! I can play with Melody and Uncle Joe, Uncle Andy and Uncle Patrick.” Grace smiled, ruffling her raven hair. Cassie put her hand on Grace’s belly. “When are you having your baby Gracie?” She smiled, putting Freddie down who immediately head in Joe’s direction to play dinosaurs.

“April.” Cassie smiled. “Rawr Freddie, I’m a dinosaur!” Joe yelled, making everyone stare as he roared at Freddie who pulled at his hair. “Stop staring.” He whined, balancing Freddie on his shoulders. “Well, you are hard to miss.” Jess argued, trying to keep Bronx from climbing over her shoulder as he was making grabby hands at Joe too. “What is it with you and kids Joe?” Laura asked. “They love me.” He answered, as Freddie gripped onto his hair. “And I love them.” Laura erupted with laughter. “What?”

“Joe, you just sounded like a peadofille.” Andy sighed. Joe shrugged and started running around with Freddie on his shoulders.

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Today, the 12th of April equals to two things. Today is Easter Sunday, basically where all people use it as an excuse to eat insane amount of chocolate all day in the shape of eggs. Believe me, I to use this excuse.

Rabbits are also a good thing too. This is my rabbit, Archie. Eat MY Cheerios this morning. He was on my lap, so he jumped up and ate it from my bowl. Because he's that cool. xD

 These are our easter egg collection this year. Between three teenagers, that probably won't last long.

ANYWAYSSSSS

Today is also the amazing Brendon Urie of Panic at the Disco's 22nd Birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE

For kicks ^^

For even more, and better kicks. ^^

:D

My Panic story starts in 2006, when I firrst heard I Write Sins, Not Tragedies. Call me a fan-girl all you want. BUT, I bought A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and found so many better songs, my personal favourite, Camisado or Time To Dance, mainly for the abstract lyrics. That were also genius, but made no sense. Then we come to 2008, and in March of that year, Panic were touring the UK and I couldn't go but I bought Pretty.Odd. It couldn't be more different then AFYCSO. More Beatle inspired. Then Ryan decided he'd try and look like Paul McCartney. xD

Anyways, Brendon Boyd Urie. Happy Birthday. Enjoy it. :)

Love Gracie xox

Had this small idea a few days ago, and I really wanted to explore it. Not my usual. :)

Title: All Again For You by We The Kings

Fall Out Boy tickets? I liked them, sure, but compared to Lauren, I was the hater. She was a down-right die-hard. Been with them since the beginning. I rolled my eyes as we got our meet and greet wristbands. No doubt, we'd have to wait after as well. One of the joys of having no social life and having a friend like Lauen who absolutly adores one band which you could live without. We got in the queue for the table. The guys knew our names by now as we've met them countless times, but Lauren still gets nervous meeting them. I guess it's quiet cute really when her hands shake when Pete or Patrick shake her hand, and thank her for being a fan for so long. They do the same for me, but they're more like my friends then the idols Lauren makes them out to be. I smiled at the other fans, fan-girls too who were obssessed with none other then Pete Wentz. I chuckled as they disscussed ways to flanut themselves. I was so tempted to say, you do realise he's married right? He's not a peadofiille so go get your cherry popped by the class manwhore. I kept my mouth closed.

"Hey Patrick." Lauren greeted, y'know, since she was in front of me and all. "Hey there again." He said smiling. She smiled back, handing him her Folie A Duex pamphlet. "How are you?" She asked. "Pretty good. It's good to see you again. Always know we have a fan here." She chuckled. "You must think I'm like a stalker or something." She joked. "Nah, just a nice kid who likes our music." She thankeed him and moved onto Joe, so I was with Patrick. "You too huh? Stephanie, right?" I nodded, handing him the picture the guy gave me of them. "How are you then Patrick?" He shrugged. "Tired, but y'know. Good to see all the fans again."

"What a clieche answer Stump. I know you could do better." I teased. He laughed. "You right, I probably could." I shrugged and moved onto Joe, my personal favourite member. "Hey man." I introduced, putting my hand in the air. He smiled and high-fived me immeadatily. "Ah, if it isn't you again." He mocked in his high pitched,  almost smurf like voice. "Getting sick of me Joe?" He chuckled, signing the picture. "Na, it's good to see you again. You have a sense of humour." I giggled. "You're weed get delivered yet?" I joked. He flipped me off, laughing before shaking my hand.

Next up, Andrew. He smiled. "Well, hello again." He greeted. "Hello there Andrew." He signed my picture. "How are you?" I smiled. "Sick of you guys. This is my..." I mentally counted. "20 something time meeting you. The amount of stuff I have signed by you guys, I could make a fortune on eBay." He laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Probably." I gave him a high-five them moved onto everyone's favourite. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz. His face lit up when he saw me. I must have been a breath of fresh air from all the teenies he'd been dealing with.

"Hi there." He started. I smiled, handing him my picture. "What's up Wentz?" He giggled. "Tired, baby kept crying last night." I shrugged. "It's like a puppy Pete, it'll stoop barking in the night eventually." He laughed. "Thanks for your support." He said with a little bit of sacasm. "No problem. You always did value my advice. Even way back then." He chuckled. "Yep. You're always useful. You waiting afterwards?" I shrugged, already knowing the answer. "Don't I always?" He laughed. "I'll make sure at least one of us comes out to see you then." I  covered my heart with my hand. "Aw, I'm touched." He smiled, handing me my picture. "See you for a picture." He said, shaking my hand. I winked. "My favourite part." I mocked. He just laughed.

I queued behind Lauren who was describing to me everything every single member said. I rolled my eyes and pretended to listen. After about another thirty minutes, Fall Out Boy were ready for us to have a picture with them. We waited another ten before we jumped next to them. Pete pretended to beg for me to go next to him, so I pityed him and did, so I was stood with Pete and Joe's arms around me. I put my arms around Joe's and Pete's waist, smiling away. The picture got taken, and someone's  hand brushed past my ass. I glared at Pete who was giggling. "Married man." I whispered. He smiled and shook my hand again. "Favourite song?" I thought for five seconds. "Tell That Mick." He snapped his fingers. "Good choice." I nodded as I puulled by Lauren to stand in front of Patrick/Pete during the show.

The show was fun, as per usual. Fall Out Boy always appeal to me more live then on record. There's more energy and a better, more lively atmosphere. "Okay guys." Pete began. "Tonight, there's two girls in the audience that have been with us since our basement days, when were the shitty band playing for fun." The crowd laughed as he looked down at us. "And this song goes out to them. Believer's never die." The launched straight into Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today. I started jumping, screaming the lyrics back at him. Pete seemed to be smiling at us, posing for our camera shots. That man is too much of a camera whore for his own good.

We did indeed wait outside for them, by the bus area of the arena. All of the teenies were there too of course with their mother's, telling them it was too late to wait for them. I chuckled, checking my watch. It was almost midnight by now, so if they didn't get out here in teh next twenty minutes, I would see to it that Wentz would have a broken hand or something. Sure enough, five minutes before we left, Pete came out with Joe and Andy, Patrick sheepishly following them. Pete signed and took a picture with a fan girl or ten before hitting me and Lauren. "Kept your promise Pete, I'm impressed." He chuckled, yawning. "Always do. Always do." I shrugged. "Great show man." Lauren complimented, touching his sleeve tattoo. "Thanks. You guys enjoy my little shout out?" We laughed, before nodding. "You never fail to shock us Pete. Apart from that one time, when I saw that picture..." He covered my mouth with his hand, much to the jealously of the fan girls. "We don't need to hear that, do we now Stephanie?" I shrugged.

He took his hand away, giggling. "Glad you liked it guys. I'd do anything for you guys." I smiled. "We'd do anything for you two." Joe added, appearing out of nowhere. I chuckled. "Sure you would Joe. Sure you would." He stuck his tongue out at me. I still laughed, glancing over Pete's shoulder. I saw a guy, really nasty looking pointing something in the direction of Pete's back. The metal reflected the street light. My eyes widened as I grabbed Pete, swapping our positions as the defening blow was heard around us. I felt it first in my lower back, the penertrating bullet pircing my skin with Pete holding me up. The pain was almost unbearable. "Oh fuck!" Pete yelled, lowering to the ground. Everything around me blurred and I leant my bleeding back against Pete's knee. "Someone get help!" He yelled, as he was looking down at me, stroking my face.

"You'll be okay. It's okay." He reassured me. "I...I....I..." I tried forcing out. "Sshh. It's okay. Don't try to talk." He said softly. "Ambulance is on their way." I heard Patrick, I think say. I couldn't breathe, the pain in my back was so intense that it was the only thing I could concentrate on. Pete gulped. "Why would you take a bullet for me you stupid girl? Stupid, stupid." He pleaded, almost crying. No matter how much pain I was in, I reached up to try and slap away his tears. "D..Do..Don't cry Wentz." I forced out, my voice hoarse and croaky. He chuckled lightly, holding my hand. "You're not going to die here. No fan will ever die in my place, you understand?" I couldn't keep my eyes open, it was getting harder to breathe. He slapped my cheek lightly. "Hey, stay with me. Please. Stay with me Stephanie."

I couldn't do it. I smiled. "P..Pe...Pete?" He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist to try and keep me up against his knee. "You...Yo...Mean..A..Alot to these...the...these kids" I took a deep a breath as I could. "Yeah, but..." I shushed him. "Pete...You..You've helped. Really..Really...helped people." He smiled. I smiled in return. That was the last thing I could do before my eye-lids covered my eyes. "Stephanie! Wake up!" Was the last thing that rang in my ears. Pete's hand on my face was the last thing I felt. His sweat mixed with cologne was the last thing I smelt. I could feel my own body go limp as I stuck deeper into the darkness.

Yesterday, a murder took place in Chicago of a 21 year old woman who was protecting Pete Wentz, well known bassist of Chicago based band Fall Out Boy. The woman, Stephanie Greenwood, was said to have seen the gunman  and quickly swap postions with Wentz so she took the bullet. It hit her in her lower back, resulting a slow death. When the ambulance service arrived minutes after the shot was fired, Wentz was holding her in his arms. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Fall Out Boy have now postponed their tour, even though the killer was caught on the scene by Wentz's personal sercuity guard. Pete Wentz has issued a statement about the attack.

"Stephanie was a good friend to the whole band. She's been a fan of the band since we started out. Before the shot, we were joking about how we would do anything for each other. Then she threw herself her front of me, then we heard the gunshot. She just lent herself on me. I saw the blood on her back and I just tried to save her. I performed CPR on her, but nothing worked. Then the EMTs tookher, lying her on a strecher, but they shook their heads. It's my falut that she died. If I hadn't had promised to go out to meet fans that night. Then Stephanie would still be here. I'm so sorry for Stephanie's family and closest friends, including Lauren Harrison, who was with her. I really am sorry. I'm the one to blame. But, she told me that these kids need me, that I helped alot of people. I will never forget those words. Then she smiled. She knew that she would die, but she wanted me to live so I could help more people. Stephanie, if you can hear me. I'm going to help more people then ever, like you. Kids who are selfless enough to save a stranger practically. You were so special. I will never forget you Stephanie."

I was standing behind him at the time. He couldn't do it on his own. He couldn't see me, hear me, feel me kiss his lips lightly before leaving him for good. I kissed his cheek with my invisable lips, whispering in his ear. "I'm crushed black and blue. But you know, I'd do it all again for you."

"Stephanie?"

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Hey People. New Fanfic time. :) Here is chapter 1.

Manage me I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
Half unread
I wanna be laughed at
Laughed with, just because
I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough
Well I'm stuck in this fucking rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I'm over, getting older

Weightless: All Time Low

:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess:::

*Grace POV*

I never knew the air would be this cold in Baltimore. I wasn't from around here, and by the stares I got from the people I walked past, I stood out like a Barbie in a thrash metal concert. Well, I was wearing black skinny jeans; black t-shirt, thick black hoodie and I think people were staring at the sixteen year old with a huge backpack. Well, they could stare all they wanted. I dug my hands in my pockets, feeling my used train ticket that got here. I heaved a sigh and walked to the edge of a busy road in what I assumed was Downtown Baltimore. There wasn't a great deal of people around, mainly because I was closer to the free-way then any of the normal streets in Baltimore. When I left, I really didn't think about where I could go. Or how I would get around. I hitch-hiked to the train station back home, so maybe I could do it again? I stuck my thumb up and stood right on the edge of the road. I didn't know where I could, but maybe I could try and get the person to take me somewhere that had food, and most defiantly a shower.

I'd been on the road for three days, eaten two days ago and showered almost four days ago. I was getting desperate and it was hard to get by. Even with the fifty bucks I stole from Mom before I left, it hadn't gone far. My stomach rumbled at the thought of some food. "Shut up." I hissed at it, knowing that it wouldn't help.

*Alex POV*

I was driving back home, since we finished recording another song for So Wrong, It's Right.  The traffic was really bad, even at nine at night. There was this old woman in front of me, driving super slowly. The light was green but she just wouldn't move. "Come on! The light's green!" I yelled. She eventually moved. "Thank fuck!" I shouted through gritted teeth. I overtook her so I could drive at a normal speed and headed downtown.

More fucking traffic.

All I wanted to do was to go home, get some sleep. I was irritable and tired, and I swear, if there was another old woman refusing to shift her ass, then I would get out of my fucking car and yell at her. The road, thankfully, cleared quickly so I could head out towards the free way. My headlights caught sight of a girl, all dressed in black, trying to hitch-hike. She looked so young, and obviously cold (well she was shivering). I couldn't just leave her at the side of the road so I pulled over. She looked up; she seemed to be so young. She smiled gratefully as I leant over and opened the door for her. Her hands shook as she pulled it open and threw her backpack onto the floor of the car.  

"Thank you so much man." She said, shutting the door and buckling up. "No problem." I replied, smiling. I started driving again, making sure to turn the heating up for my guest. "I'm Alex, by the way."

*Grace POV*

I nodded to his introduction, rubbing my arms trying to warm up. Alex was the third guy in 7 hours to pick me up, but the only guy I actually decided to get in a car with. The first asked me how much a blow-job was worth, so I told him to get fucked. He said 'Well, that's the plan.' So I refused, and he eventually pissed off. Then the second guy was older, maybe his late forties. He said that a little girl like me shouldn't be out all alone. Someone might get the wrong idea. I thanked him for his advice, and asked if he could take me somewhere that had food maybe. He said that he couldn't, it was more than his job's worth. So he made a quick exit. Then, Alex actually stopped and picked me up, no sexual favour even being mentioned. "Hi Alex. I'm Grace." I greeted, looking out of the window. "You're not from around here, are you?" I chuckled and shook my head. "Where are you from?" I smiled. "A little bit of everywhere." He chuckled.

"Where do you live?" I shifted my eyes to my knees. "I don't live anywhere right now." He inhaled deeply. "How old are you?" He questioned. "Sixteen." I answered honestly. "And you're homeless?" I nodded. Well, I did have a home. Just not around here. "Where were you thinking of going?" Right on cue, my stomach rumbled. I heard him giggle. I didn't know men could giggle. "I think my stomach answered for me. Somewhere with food." He nodded, taking a left so we were heading back into downtown Baltimore. "When was the last time you ate?" I shrugged. "About two days ago." He gasped. "You need urgent food, which has lots of sugar."

*Alex POV*

No food for TWO WHOLE DAYS, HOW DID THIS CHICK LIVE? I decided to take her to get some form of food in her stomach. I turned back into the city, trying to find a restaurant that wouldn't discriminate a girl her age eating so much food, she might explode. So, I headed for the nearest fast food place I could think of. "So, Alex, how old are you?" I smiled. "Nineteen, twenty in December." She chuckled. "Nice." I shrugged as we pulled up in the parking lot of McDonalds. "Right, I'm going to make it my personal task to fill you up with fatty, warm food." She laughed sweetly, which made me laugh at her. She got herself out of the car while I did, so we could walk into the restaurant together. "Umm, Alex?"

"Uh Huh."

"I have no money."

I chuckled. "This dinner is on me Grace. Don't worry."

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"Hi, and welcome back. Now, for today's special guests. These girls have made an huge impact on the rock scene with legions of fans, even just after their first record. Please welcome, The Disgrace." A woman tapped Jenn's shoulders. "Go. Go. Go." We all walked onto the live television set.

The audience applauded us and some even cheered as me, Jenn and Haley were handed microphones. "Hi guys, how are we?" The host asked. "We're awesome thanks." Haley answered for us. "Okay, so why don't you introduce yourselves and what you do in the band?" Jenn started as she was the closest to the host.

"I'm Jenn, I sing."

"I'm Nicole, I play guitar."

"I'm Alison, I play drums."

"I'm Liana, I play keyboard."

"I'm Haley, I play the bass."

"And I'm Grace, I play guitar too." The host smiled.

"Okay, so you're debut record Elevated Reality came out a few months ago, and since then you've done a small club headline tour across the States and no you're finishing up you're tour with All Time Low and Fall Out Boy. How's that been?"

"Crazy." I answered. Everyone laughed.

"She means that it's sort of surreal for us. And busy, we've been pretty much non-stop travelling since we finished up Elevated Reality." Nicole elaborated. The host nodded. "Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy produced your record, and Grace you've been dating him for over a year now yes?" I nodded, shuffling my feet.

"And you have a son together, Kyle, so touring must be hard for you with a six month old baby to look after?" I shrugged. "To begin with, it was. When we did our small headline tour, Patrick came with us and made sure we had a decent bus so Kyle was safe. It's easier now that we're touring together, and Kyle's used to our routine by now." The host nodded. "Of course, you were eighteen when you had Kyle, so you were a very young mother, was that hard?" I shrugged again.

"Well, Patrick is mature so does his fair share of the diaper changing and night feeding and whatever. So, it was sort of hard but I don't know any different." She smiled, nodding.

I really hate interviews.

"Okay, you're all young, pretty ladies so the rest of you must have boyfriends?" I chuckled. "Oh yeah they do." They all shoved me lightly. "Shut up." Liana said, still chuckling. "So you do then?" The host asked. "Um yeah, we all have boyfriends." The host winked. "Care to tell us?" They all sighed. "Well, I'm dating Brendon Urie." Liana admitted.

"Alex Gaskarth." Alison said.

"Ryan Ross." Haley followed.

"Alex Suarez." Jenn admitted. Nicole looked at me, almost evily. "Jack Barakat." She hissed.

"You girls have amazing powers on musician's huh?" We all shrugged. "Okay, back to your record. Your second single from Elevated Reality is called Leader board. Who writes the lyrics in your band?" Nicole answered for us all. "Grace does." I glared at her. "So what are these lyrics about?" I sighed.

"A past and on-going experience in my life." I answered honestly. "I was a troublesome teenager and I wrote all these lyrics after something bad happened." The host chuckled. "Okay, after the break, The Disgrace will be performing their new single Leader Board, so don't go away."

We waved a little until the live light went. "Okay, you guys want to go get ready." We all nodded.

Did I mention I really hate interviews?

I walked over to the performance area and picked up my guitar, plucking my strings to make sure it was tune. "That woman had no clue at all who we were did she?" Haley asked me quietly. I laughed and shook my head, holding my pick between my teeth and tuning my A string. "That really pisses me off." Nicole hissed, playing a D major chord.

"Hey get over it, let's just perform then we can go home" Jenn said. We all sighed. "Doesn't she look over-botoxed or what?" She added, adjusting her shorts. We all laughed when we saw the live light come back on. "Okay, we now have an exclusive performance of Leader Board by The Disgrace!" The audience screamed and the camera flew our way, zooming in on us.

Leaderboard, who's keeping score?
You've got it all but you want more
put your money where your mouth is
money where your mouth is
pretty boy, who's keeping score?
you've got it all and you want more

when I said goodbye to you
I didn't think that we'd make it through
put your money where your mouth is
money where your mouth is
when I open up to you
you only tell me that you like the view

DO DO DO...
DO YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY?

eloquent and self assured
an artist's grasp of insecure
you put your money where your mouth is
money where your mouth is
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
of talking straight into the wall

when I said goodbye to you
I didn't think that we'd make it through
put your money where your mouth is
money where your mouth is
when I open up to you
you only tell me that you like the view

DO DO DO...
DO YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY?

We ended the song on the applause, which also ended the show. "Hey mommy." I heard someone say.

I turned around Patrick was walking towards me, Kyle in his arms. I kissed him lightly before taking Kyle from him. "Hey baby." The baby cooed. I couldn't help but smile. "That woman was really starting to annoy me. She treated you like kids." I laughed, walking back to the dressing rooms with Patrick's arm around my waist.

"I hate interviews anyway. Always have." He chuckled as we walked into our dressing room, grabbing my bags (which included all of Kyle's stuff) so we could go to the bus. I put Kyle back in his car seat/carrier and we walked back to the bus.

As soon as I clambered on board, I was confronted by a hyper 5 year old Samantha Wentz. "AUNTIE GRACIEEEEE!" She yelled, wrapping her arms around my leg. "Hey honey, mind Kyle." She smiled as I put Kyle's carrier on the couch, then stuck her face in it. "Hey there Kyleeeeeee." I chuckled, looking at them both.

William never did tell her, thankfully. Whenever I saw Kyle and Sammy together, I hated it deep down. They were brother and sister, well half-brother and half-sister. I loved it though.

"Hey Grace." I heard Pete say. I waved to him, as he was burping his own son, Bronx Mowgli Wentz. Why did Ashlee let him choose such an abnormal name?

So, Sammy had her own little brother. Bronx was a pretty baby, looked a lot like Pete, and defiantly had his eyes, Ashlee's features. "How's Bronx?" He chuckled. "Will not stop crying." I laughed, taking the boy from Pete. "Hey there Bronx, keep quiet for your daddy. He needs a break, do it for your Auntie Gracie." I pleaded while rocking him.

Soon enough, Bronx was dead to the world. "How did you do that?" I shrugged, walking through to the back lounge where Bronx's crib was. Pete followed as I put him down. "Kyle looks like Patrick. He's adorable." I smiled. "He is." I sighed, turning around. "Thanks for putting him down." He whispered, pointing behind him.

Ashlee was asleep, because Bronx wouldn't stop crying last night. "It's okay, no I need to put my own son down then have fun with my boyfriend." Pete chuckled, lying down quietly next to Ashlee. Sammy was standing outside the door. "Can you tuck me in Gracie?" I smiled, lifting Sammy up and balancing her on my hip.

I slid her into her bottom bunk, pulling the blankets over her body. "Goodnight baby." I said, kissing her forehead. "Night night Gracie." She yawned. I smiled and pulled her curtain shut. She might have been mine, and I wanted her to call me her mom, but I didn't want her to lose everything she had. I walked back through to the front lounge, where Patrick was holding Kyle. "You okay?"

He asked as I was wiping my eyes. "Yeah, fine. Fine." He smiled weakly. "Sammy?" I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. Kyle was asleep in Patrick's arms. "He looks like you." He smiled. "He looks like both of us, because he's ours." I chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"Can you put him down, I need some sleep." He nodded as I headed for the bunks. I opened my bunk curtain, smirked and closed it. I clambered into Patrick's bunk, took off my clothes and tucked myself under the duvet. I drew the curtain and waited for Patrick to come to bed. Sure five minutes later, Patrick opened his curtain, and when he saw me, his eyes widened. "You're evil." I chuckled as he leapt on me. Life was finally better for me. 

THAT'S IT! IT'S ALL OVER. I WANT TO THANK ANYONE WHO WAS INVOLVED IN THE CAST FOR LETTING ME USE AND ABUSE THEM (ESPEICALLY LIANA). YOU REALLY MADE THIS STORY. THE LYRICS IN THE SONG ARE NOT MINE, THE SONG IS BY A WELSH BAND CALLED KIDS IN GLASS HOUSES, AND IT'S ORIGNAL TITLE IS 'EASY TIGER'.

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Hey peoplesssss. How are you guys? Hope you're doing good. I'm on a break right so updating maybe more freqeuent but I am revising  for my exams next month, so, we'll see.

:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Alays Writing Songs About You:: *Alex Gaskarth*
 

I'm not one for love songs.
The way I'm living makes you feel like giving up
But you don't,
And I want everything for you
But disappointment.
'Cause you've been left behind
And the world has its shine,
I would drop it on a dime for you.

The World Has It's Shine (But I'd Drop It On A Dime): Cobra Starship

*Alex POV*

"What the fuck!?" Jack yelled, which caused my eyes to fly open. Jasey quickly grabbed the blanket I covered us over in last night and put it over her chest. "What the hell Jack!?"  I shouted back. "What did you two do last night?!" I rooled my eyes. "It's pretty obvious Jack." I stated, displaying our bodies covered in a blanket. "You said you wouldn't! Alex, you said that you wouldn't fuck her straight away!" Jasey waved one hand in front of Jack. "I'm still here y'know!? I was the one that came onto him. So don't blame him Jack." He sighed. "You could have done it when we were all out or something. I mean, the bus was moving." He shuddered.

We giggled. "Sorry Jack." Jasey said queitly, looking down and fiddling with the blanket covering her leg. "It's cool, just remember that we all live on this bus. So no, fornicating with me on board." We nodded and Jack retreated back to the bunk area. Jasey rubbed her hands through her hair and looked down at me, as I was still lying down. She smiled sleepily, still holding the blanket to  her chest. I traced small circles on her back, as she sighed quickly. "Alex, I need to get my stuff from Trace." She said, almost regretably.

"We're at Bambooze now, so if we try and find their bus. We'll get your stuff." She nodded, shivering when I touched her back. "You okay Jasey?" I sked, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her. She touched my hand, and I could tell she was trying to hold back the tears. "You still love him, don't you?" I asked, kissing her exposed shoulder. "A part of me always will I suppose. But, alex, I wanna be with you. Have wanted to since the first day I met you." I smiled and traced a line acrooss the top of her back with my nose. "Why don't you get changed, then we get your stuff then I can play Bamboozle Left." She chuckled a little.

"Alright, but I need the blanket. I refuse to walk around naked in a bus full of guys." She said, yanking the blanket off me. I covered my dick as she walked back to the bunks, where our shower was. No doubt, she would steal my clothes. I quickly ran to my bunk, not wanting to be caught skylard. Even if the guys had seen it all before. I spoke to soon. Rian emerged from his bunk as I was putting on a clean pair of boxer's. He covered his eyes. "Alex, not this early in the morning please." I put my middle finger up to him.

We were playing our set at about seven tonight, so I didn't have to worry to much about getting ready just yet but I wanted to head outside to get the vibe of the festival. I pulled out one of my clean t-shirts, and since it was the beginning of tour, I did managed to have quite a few. I pulled on a pair of girl pants and a hat and headed back into the lounge area of the bus. Jasey was drying her hair with a towel, changed back into her clothes from yesterday. She smiled. "Look, I know you have a hair-dryer and flat irons, so where are they?" I chuckled and pointed in the breif direction of my bunk.

*Jasey POV*

I did my hair and went back out into the lounge, where Alex was waitiinng paiently for me. "Hey." He greeted. I smiled, twirling a lock of my straight hair around my finger. ""We have to go get your stuff I presume?" He asked, standing up and offering me his hand. I took it and we walked outside into the bright California sunshine. It was a great day for Bamboozle Left. Yoou could hear all the kids screaming while they were queuing. Alex put on his sunglasses and dragged me in the direction of the other buses.

I could tell Metro Station's bus from a mile away, so I dragged Alex in that direction. My hands were shaking as I tapped on the door, and my whole body froze when Mason opened the door. He smiled sympathetically. "Hey Jasey." He greeted softly. "How did you..." He smiled again. "Trace told me what happened." I nodded. "I think it's best if you leave him alone for a while. Give him time to cool off, you know how he gets." I was fiddling with both my hands, tensly and untensing. "Hi Alex." Mason said. "Hey man." He respoded.

"Can I get my stuff Mason?" I interrupted. He blinked quickly and looked down at me. "Um, sure. I suppose." He said, walking back into the bus. I was about to follow when  Alex jumped ahead of me. I pulled him back. "Let me do this on my own Alex. I can handle him." He gulped and crossed his arms. "I hear any shouting from him or you, I'm coming in." I sighed and hugged him quickly before climbing onto the bus. Blake and Anthony were sitting on the couch nervously. I smiled weakly at them, which got no response.

I sighed went through to the bunks, digging through the drawer's under my bunk. "I knew you'd come back." I raspy voice said. I turned around to see Trace's face, bloodshot and half asleep. "Trace, I'm just getting my stuff, then I'll be gone." He nodded. I turned back around and grabbed more clothes and shoes, stuffing them into my backpack. "I fucked up Jasey. I shouldn't have said that about Holly." I heard Trace admit behind me. "You're right, you shouldn't have." I repiled. "Jasey. What was I meant to do? You were going to him, I wanted to scare him off." With tears in my eyes, I turned around. "She was our daughter, Trace. There was always going to be something between us. You fucked up by being an asshole."

"You were my fiance!" He yelled, leaping out of the bunk. "Mine! Your ex wanders back into your life and you were the one who wouldn't keep her legs closed!" I slapped him hard. "I love him." I hissed, pulling off his engagment ring and throwing it into his bunk. "I thought we could be cilvalised about this. But you're moods get in the way of everything Trace." Tears were now making an appearence. "I loved you Trace. I really did. You made me so happy, but then you changed after you got big. More moody, so there were more arguments." I said. "Last month as a great month. You were settled and everything was fine, but Alex was my first love. And that never goes away."

His breathing got deeper. "You were my first love, that will never go away then?!" I shut my eyes, pulling my backpack over my  shoulders. "You will. It'll heal." He grabbed my face roughly with his right hand, pushing myback against the bunks. "He doesn't deserve you. He got you pregnant, then wouldn't even get in contact."

"He didn't know." I said, my voice muffled as I tried to get his hand off me. "That's what they all say." He teased. "This might help you remember who helped you through all your shit." He kissed me roughly and angerly. I tried pushing him off, but I forgot how strong he was when he wanted something bad enough. He flew off me and landed on the floor. I llooked to the side of me, whhere Mason was rubbing his fist. "Keep your lips to yourself." He hissed. I gulped, glancing down at Trace. He looked up, but didn't stand, so I made a quick exit.

No one said anything for a couple of minutes. Will was still in a state of shock after my announcement. "William?" I asked, shaking his bony shoulder. He looked up at me. "I'm a dad." He whispered. "I'm a father. I have a daughter." He repeated to us. I knelt down to his level, since he was sat down and all. "William, she might be yours but she'll always be Pete's. You have to promise me that you won't tell her. Ever."

He stared into my eyes. They were the same shade as Sammy's.

"What if she finds out she's adopted? Finds out who her real parents are? What then?" I bit my bottom lip. "We'll deal with that when we come to it Will. But, for now, she can't know." He nodded. "Can I have a minute alone with Grace a sec?" He asked the room. "We'll be right outside if you need us." Pete stated, glaring at William and rubbing my shoulder. I smiled gratefully at him.

They all left so it was me and Will, alone in the dining room. "She finds out that I'm her real father, and she wants to know me like that. Then I will acknowledge her as my daughter. You have to understand that at least." I nodded. "And if she asks why she was given up. I'll tell her to come to you." He stated, looking down at me. "Will. I never want her to know. She's stable here, with me, life would be a rollercoaster. Rachel will always be her mom, I will be her friend. But I never ever want her to find out who I really am." I argued.

"She can know you as her dad, but leave me out of it, okay?" I pleaded. After a moment, he nodded. "For now, leave her alone. Don't treat her any different. She is Pete's emotionally. Just ours by DNA. Promise me that you won't tell her until she wants to know." He nodded. "I promise." I drew a sigh of relief. "You ready to donate to your daughter?" I asked standing up and offering my hand. He took it and we walked outside, where Pete, Patrick and Gabe were tensely waiting.

"He's agreed not to tell her, until she asks or finds out." Pete nodded as Patrick took my other hand. Will let go of my other. "Drive to the hospital Wentz, I need to give that little girl something back." Pete nodded and opened the passenger door for him and he got in the driver's side. Gabe departed straight after, leaving me and Patrick. He took my face softly in both his hands and kissed me. "You're so brave. I'm so proud of you." He whispered, kissing the tip of my nose. I put his hand on my still flat stomach. "You still have a baby on the way Trick. Just remember that too." He smiled.

9 months later

"OW, FOR FUCKS SAKES OW!"

I screamed at Liana who was with me, holding my hand. Patrick was touring still with All Time Low, and couldn't get back in time to see his first kid get delivered so Liana got lumbered with the job of being there for me.

"I KNEW THIS HURT BUT I THOUGHT THE FIRST ONE WAS THE MOST PAINFUL!"

I yelled again. "Okay, calm down Grace." Liana said again. The doctor said I was in a quick labour, making it more painful and less time for drugs to be administered. My kid had to be the awkward one, didn't it?

"WHERE IS THAT DOCTOR?! I NEED TO GET THIS KID OUT NOW!" I shouted.

At that moment, a male doctor came through the curtains and headed straight between my legs. "Okay, ready to deliver this baby?" He asked, putting on his gloves. "Have been for about an hour. So can we hurry this shit up?!" I complained. With a nurses help, I was told to push. It was defiantly more painful then I remembered it being. When they said it was the last push, I could have kissed him but I pushed and sure enough I heard a new voice fill the room with crying and screaming.

"Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby boy."I took a few deep breaths as they handed him to me. He really was beautiful. He already had my gingery locks and was very pale skinned. He opened his small little eyes, revealing a deep green colour. I was worried when I said I would have the baby, in case it was Will's again. But he had Patrick's eyes and lips.

I kissed him on the forehead and sat back with him. Liana looked into the blanket, cooing over her nephew. "He's adorable." She stated, prodding his cheek lightly. I smiled. "He looks like his father, for sure." She said. "What are you gonna name him?" I shrugged. "Wait for Patrick to make a decision." She smiled back. "He looks like an Alex, maybe a Kyle." I smiled.

"Kyle Alexander Stump?" She clapped her hands. "He has the sweetest name now." I chuckled, rocking Kyle in my arms.

At least, this time, I could keep my child for me.

Kyle cried a little so I kissed his nose, holding his miniature hand. "Sorry I'm late." I looked up and Patrick, looking exhausted smiled at me. "What are you doing here? I thought you were New York?" I said as he came up to me. "I was. I caught an earlier flight." He looked down into the blanket. "Wow." He gasped.

"Daddy, meet Kyle. Kyle, meet daddy." I whispered, handing him to Patrick. He balanced him in his arms, almost tearing up. "He's adorable." Liana sighed. "We've done all that, so can you guys hurry up?" I laughed as did Patrick. "Hey Kyle. I'm your daddy. We're gonna have a lot of fun. I promise." He swore. The baby cried out lightly, but like he was laughing. This is how it was meant to be. A family. I smiled, knowing that my life had finally gone straight.

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Christmas day was always organised chaos when Fall Out Boy was concerned. Grace and Patrick always hyped up their kids, telling them Santa was coming soon so they needed to get to sleep real quickly or Santa might not come. "Momma! I can't sleep!" Melody squealed, kicking off her blankets before Grace tucked her back in. "Look missy, if you don't go to sleep then Santa won't leave you any presents." She said chuckling, tucking her back in tighter. Melody starting kicking, giggling as her mother rubbed her nose against hers. "Come on Melody, get some sleep." Grace complained, chuckling lightly. She kissed her forehead and ruffled her hair. "Go on. Get some sleep." She said, leaving the room and shutting the door. With a sigh she went to check on Freddie, who was being settled by Patrick.

He was still holding him, as he didn't want to move him as he was asleep on his chest. Grace leant against the door frame as Patrick turned around to face her, his son still asleep on his chest. "He wouldn't sleep when I put him down." Patrick whispered. Grace chuckled and sighed, taking her son from him trying not to wake him. He stirred. "Shush, shush, shush." Grace comforted, rocking her son in her arms. Freddie quickly settled in his mother's arms. "Needs a mother's touch my dear." Grace mocked, lying Freddie down in his crib. Patrick chuckled as Freddie didn't stir and settled to sleep. With their arms wrapped around each other they left his room, shutting the door behind them. "The excitement just gets worse every year." Patrick sighed, walking behind Grace down the stairs. "Well, I'd hate to be Jess about now. Newborn baby and Pete to contend with." Patrick laughed.

Bronx was brought home a few days after his early delivery after being given a clean bill of health. The little baby already had presents from his aunts and uncles. Gabe gave him a purple hoodie, in miniature, like he did with Cassie. Travis gave him a chain, so he could be gangster like his uncle Trav. The best present, in Grace's eyes was from Brendon and Ryan. She was holding him the guys were talking with him.

"Where's my nephew!?" Brendon announced. Jess sighed and pointed in Grace's direction as she was sat next to her. Grace smiled. "Hey Brendon." She greeted. Brendon bent down over so he could look in Grace's arms at the small boy who already looked like his father. "Hey there kid. I'm your uncle Brendon and I have a gift for you." He lightly poked the kids nose, resulting in Bronx chuckling. "Ryan!" He yelled. Shyly, Ryan crept in waving quickly at Jess. He went beside Brendon and checked the baby out. "Okay kiddo. Here we have an eye-liner pen." Brendon stated, pulling the eye-liner out of his back pocket. "Yeah, your dad is a master. So you need to become like Luke Skywalker. You're dad is the Obi One Kenobi of this shit." Grace shushed Ryan. "No swearing in front of him." Jess sighed. "Pete swears in front of him all the time. I wouldn't be surprised is his first word was fuck or something." Grace chuckled as Bronx curiously held the eye-liner, before sucking on it. Thankfully the lid was on.

Every Christmas day at three am, Grace and Patrick get up to put the presents under the tree for Melody and Freddie. This year was no different, apart from the fact Grace was up half the night throwing up. Patrick carried down the two gift bags filled with presents for Mel and Freddie. Then they put the presents they had for each other under the tree as well. Grace always got Patrick a hat but this year, she saw something in a shop window and just had to buy it for him.

Patrick always got Grace something musical, but he bought her something different. Grace hardly ever wore jewellery; apart from an old necklace he got her and her engagement ring. He saw this small locket in the jewellers where he got her ring. It was sliver in a circle shape, and inside were circle just big enough for pictures, so he put a picture of them together on one side and a picture of the whole band on the other so she didn't feel so bad when they toured.

They went back to bed and sure enough, three hours later, Melody was jumping on Daddy's tummy so he would wake up. "Mom, Dad! Wake up!" She screamed, jumping on Patrick's tummy. "Ouch baby!" Patrick yelled, even if he was winded a little. Grace laughed. "Honey, don't bounce on Daddy. He isn't a trampoline." Grace sighed, pulling Melody between them. The girls were still chuckling while Trick rubbed his stomach. "Ouch." Grace leant over Melody to rub his stomach. "Stop whining." Patrick raised his eye-brows. "Don't go any lower." He whispered in her ear. "You're filthy." She sighed, pushing him. Melody chirped up. "I wanna open my present now!" Grace smiled and sat up. "Come on then

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Ever since I could remember, he would do everything and anything to teach me a lesson. I really needed to show him what I meant when I said stop, don't you dare. You can't do that anymore. I didn't mean to. I promise. But no one would ever believe me, so I left everything behind to try something new. I was hitching a ride to wherever took my fancy, San Francisco, Chicago, Dallas or even LA. For once this was my life, and they weren't going to ruin it for me by fucking around. I stuck my thumb in the air on the busy Baltimore street, hoping someone would pick me up and take me away again.

I knew the traffic would be bad but not this fucking ridiculous. "Come on! For fucks sake! Move your fucking ass bitch!" I yelled, frustrated. The car in front of me moved so the road was clear. "Thank you!" I sighed, driving around her. I managed to calm down a little as I drove in Downtown Baltimore, as there's less traffic. I saw a young hitch-hiker standing on the side of the road. She must have been sixteen, at least, so I couldn't leave her to freeze. I pulled over as she smiled. She opened the door and threw her rucksack on the floor. "Thank you so much man." She said, shutting the door. I smiled. "No problem."

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