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

Hey guysssssss. Okay, this weekend, I'm awayyyyyyyyyy. xD Weekend away with the girls which is cool, but y'know. No updating. Anywaysssss, here we go.

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

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.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

The Music Or The Misery: Fall Out Boy.

*Alex POV*

After an terrifying ambulance ride, with question after question from the EMT's. Name? Age? Any allergies? Is she on any medication right now we should know about? I kept repeating the word no to them. She was perfectly healthy, just, unstable. I kept holding Jasey's cold hand, stroking her soaked hair, staring at her closed eyes, trying to mentally opening them. We parked outside the nearest hospital and the EMT's unlatched me from her. "Sir, we need to get your wife inside. She needs warming up." The female EMT said.

I nodded and let her hand go and followed them inside the hospital, wiping away my tears. The EMT's told the doctor's her stat's and rushed her through to the emergency department. The doctor's worked over her as I stood there, gormless at everything as they put a tube down her throat to help her breath. I had to blink to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "Sir, I'm going to take you outside while the doctor's look after your wife."

I nodded as I was escorted out of the room. I was sat outside the room on the uncomfortable plastic chair. "Sir, is there anyone I can call for you, for your wife? Family or friends?" I shook my head, still in shock. "Is she gonna be alright?" I asked, staring at the nurse. She bit her lip. "Listen, sir, she's in the best place."

"That's not what I asked." I snapped. She retreated back like I had slapped her. "Sir, I'm not sure. I'm not really qualified to say." She whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." I apologized. She smiled sympathetically. "It's no problem. I know you're upset. Let me know if there's anyone I can call for you." She reassured before leaving me alone. I rested my elbows on my knees and dragged my fingers through my hair. I couldn't just sit here and wait for Jasey to come out of this.

I stood up and looked through the glass at the doctor's re-wrapping her in sliver foil and that stupid machine helping her breath. The colour was returning to her skin on her face and everything seemed to be getting better. I heaved a sigh of relief and sat back down, drumming my fingers against my knees. I stayed there for a hour, but it felt like several. In my pocket, my cell phone vibrated. My caller ID said 'Jack'. I sighed, glancing back at Jasey. The doctor's was watching her, and she seemed to be warming up and getting better so I jogged outside and answered the call.

"Hey Jack." I sighed. "Dude, where the hell are you? Have you found her?"

"Calm down Jack." I reassured. "How can I? My best friend's were missing and one of them still might be!" I leant against the brick wall of the hospital. "Dude, I found her." I said quietly. "Oh thank god." He gasped. "You with her? Bring her back here now, we have a show soon." I gulped. "Jack, she fell into Lake Michigan. I'm at the hospital with her now." I said quietly. There was silence at the end of the phone for a few moments. "Dude, what hospital? I'll be there in five minutes." I bit my lower lip, reading the sign above the hospital. "Milwaukee General." I told him, and without a goodbye, he had hung up. I quickly turned my phone off and went back inside where the doctor who was looking after Jasey was running back in with other nurses. "Oh my god." I whispered, racing to the doors. Through the glass I could see the doctor placing something around Jasey's chest area. Her body jumped up from the table and my eyes widened.

I glanced at her monitor, and she had no pulse. I flew through the doors as the doctor was reviving her for a second time. My body shook violently as I looked at her body jumped off the table and landed with a thud. "We've got her back!" The nurse yelled. Out of relief, I fell to the ground and one of the nurses raced to my side. "Okay sir, let's take through to the waiting room." I shook my head as I balanced against him. "No, I have to stay here with my wife." I demanded.

"Sir, she won't reply to you." The guy said. "I don't care, just let me stay. Please." I pleaded. He rolled his eyes but got another nurse to pull up a chair next to Jasey. I thanked him as he sat me down next to her. I took hold of her hand, which was defiantly warmer than before. With my other hand, I stroked her hair before caressing her forehead with my thumb. I stood up and kissed her forehead and put my forehead against hers. Thankfully, she was breathing on her own now since the shock to her chest. I could tell that there was still water in her lungs so when she woke up, she'd be coughing like no tomorrow.

I bought her hand up and kissed it lightly. "Jasey." I whispered, knowing she probably couldn't hear me. "Baby, I know this is going to be tough but this wasn't a way to escape it. I love you Jasey, so you can't leave me all alone to find our daughter. We need to raise her, together. Like a family, because that's how it was meant to be 3 years ago. You shouldn't have moved, I shouldn't have let you leave me like that. If I had known you were having our baby, I would have fought to see you. Even now, I'm fighting to keep you here. Neither of us are perfect Jasey, far from it but I love you. When I found you again, you lit up my whole life. I thought I was dreaming, but I know I'm not." I quickly wiped my tears away. "I love you so freaking much Jasey, it's scary to see you like this. You're everything to me, I mean my whole life. I never, ever want you to leave me Jasey. Just please, wake up." I begged, tears falling down my face. I kissed her hand again and rubbed my nose against it.

"Please, wake up." I begged, lying my head on her bed. Tears flowed onto the sheets as I felt someone touch my back. I looked up and glanced at Jack. He didn't smile as he stared down at Jasey. "How is she?" He asked. "She'll make it; she just needs to wake up." I said, wiping my eyes. He nodded, holding back the tears himself. "What happened?" He asked, touching her arm. "I don't know. She was getting pulled out of the lake when I found her. I think she fell." He nodded again. "When will she wake up?" I shrugged, tucking her wet hair behind her ear repeatedly.

Her head started moving, and she started coughing violently. The nurse at the other end of the room moved me and Jack back as she helped Jasey get all the water out of her lungs. She was gasping for air, as the nurse laid her back down. She glanced at me, her eyes blank. "Alex?" She asked, her voice hoarse. I wrapped myself around her, hugging her tightly. She started crying as she nuzzled into my collarbone. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, coughing. I smiled, and cupped her head so we were looking at each other. "Ssshh. Honey, it doesn't matter. You're safe now. You'll be okay."

Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.

Pick Your Artist:
Fall Out Boy

Are you male or female:
She's My Winona

Describe yourself:
Lake Effect Kid

How do you feel about yourself?:
Pretty In Punk

Describe where you currently live:
Homesick At Spacecamp

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?:
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

Your best friend is:
Short, Fast And Loud

Your favorite color/shape is:
Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over

What's the weather like?:
Golden

Favorite time of day:
The (After) Life Of The Party

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?:
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

What is life to you?:
Beat It

What is the best advice you have to give?:
I Don't Care

If you could change your name, what would it be?
Tiffany Blews

Your favorite food is:
Champage For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends.

Thought for the Day:
The Take Over, The Breaks Over

How would you like to die?
Dead On Arrival

Your soul's present condition:
I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears, But None On My Fingers

The faults you can bear:
My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon

Your motto:
Dance, Dance.

Hey guys. I know it's been awhile, but I'm writing more as we speak. Promises!

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

I'm sinking more and more into my lies.
Now home is just a pinprick in the vastness of my life.
Feel the pressure, feel the pleasure,
Feel the pain, you're not alone.
Feel the pleasure, feel the pain,
Feel the pain.

You Might Have Noticed: The Academy Is...

*Grace POV*

"I told you I could down that whole bottle!" Alex claimed in a slurred voice. He slammed another empty bottle of his mom's vodka onto the abused coffee table. I gulped as the four boys laughed. Vodka scared me, even the smell would make me retreat back. "Oh dude, you are so trashed." Zack stuttered, lifting his head off the table before letting it fall onto his muscular arms again. Alex giggled and slid onto the floor.

Jack was asleep on the couch next to me, drooling on the arm of the chair. Rian was lying face down on the floor next to Zack's feet, also asleep. It seemed that only Alex and I were awake, and I was the only one sober. Alex glanced up at me; his eyes instead of being hazel and glittering were bloodshot and distant. "You sure you don't want any?" He asked in a slur, shaking the empty vodka bottle.

"I'm okay." I answered quietly. He shrugged and stood up, stumbling over his feet to land next to me on the couch. Jack stirred but quickly settled again, shifting closer to the edge of the couch. "Your loss then." He slurred, opening the empty bottle and taking a swig. "Mother fucker's empty." He accused, shocked and staring at the bottle.

I laughed lightly, shifting away from him. The vodka on his breath sent shivers down my spine. He then directed his gaze at me. "What's up? Do I scare you or something?" He asked, stammering over his words. I gulped as he shuffled closer to me. "Um, no. It's just that... you're drunk and everything so I'm gonna head upstairs now..." I said quickly, standing up. I tried racing away to leave them to sober up, but Alex grabbed my wrist. He dug his fingers, accidently into my arms, making me wince.

"Alex, please let me go." I pleaded, turning around to look at him. "I scare you? What the fuck have I done?" He demanded. I started shaking in fear. "Nothing..." I whispered. "Look, I've done nothing so you shouldn't be afraid of me!" He yelled. I took my spare arm and put it in front of my face, defending it. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I pleaded with my eyes stapled shut, crouching down.

"Grace?" He asked in a calmer voice, letting my arm go. "Please don't hit me. Please. I'm sorry." I pleaded, defending my face with both my arms. I looked in-between the gap of my arms and he seemed confused. I took this as my chance and raced up the stairs and shut the door, blocking it with my back. My feet slid across the floor so my back dragged against the wood of the door until I was sat down. I choked out small sobs, but covered my mouth so no one could hear me as I felt tears slide down my cheeks.

*Alex POV*

I stared at her as she ran up the stairs. I'd never seen anyone so scared of me before in my life. Her eyes were just electric with fear that I was gonna hurt her in some way. I couldn't ever hurt anyone, let alone a young teenage runaway. I was drunk, no denying that fact but even if I'm drunk I'd never hurt anyone. I quickly ran up the stairs after her but stopped outside her door. I could hear her on the other side, crying so softly.

I tapped the door lightly and heard her gasp. "Grace?" I asked, my head already clearing. "Alex, just leave me alone." She begged through crying. "I wanted to say how sorry I am. I shouldn't have drunken so much, and get this hammered. It wasn't fair on you. I'm really sorry, but I would never hurt you alright? I'd never want to hurt you. I'm so sorry you thought that, can you let me so I can apologize to your face? I feel so terrible."

I sat down, leaning on the door. "I can wait here all night y'know?" I noted. "Yeah, I know." She said, chuckling. "Do I hear someone laughing in there?" I asked with slight enthusiasm. "Maybe." She said. I smiled. "I'm really sorry Alex, I knew you'd never hurt me it's just everything that I wanted to forget dragged itself to the surface." I nodded. "I'm so sorry about everything. Please let me in?" I pleaded. I didn't hear any response but there was a small click of the lock.

I stumbled up as she opened the door, revealing herself with dark red rings around her eyes and wetness down her cheeks. I flashed her a sympathetic smile, opening my arms for her. She smiled back, but didn't accept my hug. I put my arms down and walked into the room, minding Grace as I sat down on her bed. She shut the door and joined me, sitting cross-legged against the headboard. "I'm really sorry." I stated. "I know; you don't have to say anything. It was my fault, I over-reacted." I softly held her face up so she was looking at me. "It was my fault." I said quietly, wiping her new tears away with my thumbs.

"Why would you even think I would hurt you?" She inhaled sharply, but shrugged all the same. "I get scared when people touch me like that. With you, I'm not so scared but when you grabbed my wrist..." She rubbed her left wrist with her right hand. "I just panicked." Her long sleeved shirt rode up slightly, revealing small red scars. I took my hand and lifted her wrist onto my lap. "Can I look?" She stared at me as I pulled her sleeve up slightly so her skin was on show.

They weren't new, but they weren't ancient scars. She shut her eyes, almost looking guilty or ashamed. "Hey, it's okay. It's not anything to be ashamed of." I reassured her. I let her arm go and she retreated it back to her lap. "Whatever happened to make you do that.." I glanced at her arm. "I'm not gonna pry. You don't need to do that, because that's not a way of getting happy. Trust me." She stared at in utter confusion. I turned the inside of my wrists out so she could see them, very faintly, you could see small scars from years ago.

"Why did you do that?" She asked quietly, touching them lightly with her fingertips. "My brother committed suicide when I was younger. Almost three years ago now." I stated, sighing. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be nosy." She said, putting her hands back on her lap. "It's fine." I said. "It was years ago."

"Still, it must upset you to talk about it." I nodded. "Yeah, of course but I'm okay now. I wrote a song about it and that really helped." She nodded. "Thanks." She said quietly. I smiled, cupping her face with my hands. "It's no problem, honestly." She smiled awkwardly. The air suddenly got warmer as I leaned in and suddenly, my lips were lightly touching hers. Just a friendly kiss but then, her lips were applying more pressure and our lips were moving together.  

Like I promised, faster updates. Hope you enjoy it. :)

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

And I can't forget your style or your cynicism,
somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.

Homesick At Spacecamp: Fall Out Boy

*Alex POV*

The tour slowly dragged on as it neared it's end. Our friends in other bands sensed something big was bothering the whole group, including Jasey. Cassadee tried talking to her, girl to girl and failed to get anything out of her. She just stayed in the bus all the time, refusing to talk to anyone. You'd expect her to do that if someone had died, not found to be alive. It scared me because I'd never seen her like this, so depressed and almost zombie like. I called Haley a couple of times, but she didn't answer. It was our last date on the BND tour, and I was trying call Haley, again.

"Hello?" Haley answered breathlessly. "God Haley, where have you been these past few days?!" I yelled. "Dude, Alex, chill. You'll get premature boldness and you'll actually have to wear a wig." I chuckled for the first time since seeing Steven. "What's up, you've, like, called me every 2 hours for the past two days?"

"I need your help with Jasey." I said, heaving a heavy sigh. "Why? What's up? Is she okay?" Haley asked quickly. "What was she like, after Holly?" She choked on something. "How the hell do you know about Holly?!" She screamed. "Trace made her tell me. Don't worry, I've not killed her."

"Alex, after Holly died. Jasey was a mess. A mess that no one should ever witness. She didn't eat, sleep, talk, she just existed. She walked around and her eyes were just blank. No emotion, ever. Well, except when she was on her own. I remember one night I woke up of get a glass of water I heard her crying in her room. I mean, really crying. Like, soap opera shit. I couldn't even go in there I was so scared. Trace was the only person that would go into her room for ages and comfort her. It was just horrible. I mean, really horrible. Then she got herself together to be who she is now. Why do you ask Alex?"

I gulped. "She's gone back to that Haley." I said quietly, tear pricking my eyes. "What the hell has happened Alex?!" She screamed at me, sounding more upset then before. "Her step-dad came by a few days ago. Holly, she's... still out there." I said. "What? Alex, I'm confused. Still out there?" I swallowed hard. "Holly is still alive. Your dad and Trace lied to her about her being dead Haley." The conversation stopped. "What?" Haley choked. "Holly's alive somewhere. We don't know where, but as soon as I can, I calling social services in Tennessee."

"I'll do it. Holly is my niece. We're in Tennessee anyways. Tell Jasey I'll call her, soon." I smiled lightly. "Thanks Hals, you're best." I could hear dismissing her other band mates in Paramore. "Okay, I'll call you back as soon as I can. Just try talking to her." I nodded. "I will. See you." I hung quickly, sliding the phone around on the table in a circle with my finger. "Alex?" I heard Jack ask. "Hey bro." I greeted absentmindedly, without looking at him. "Man, you have to get yourself together for her, she need's you to put her mind back together again..." He began. "Who's there to help me put myself to together Jack? No one." I argued. "I'm sorry?" Jack asked as I stood up. "I have to be the strong one for her, for the band, for the fans!" I yelled, kicking the table. He grabbed me and hugged me while I cried. He was my best friend, and had been for years. But this was a first for us. "It'll be okay dude." He comforted.

*Jasey POV*

I turned my body away from the curtain, curling up in a ball, like was trying to keep myself together. Since Steven had told me about Holly, I couldn't think. I knew I was hurting so many people, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I could hear someone, no, actually, Alex, yelling at someone. Then crying. My eyes widened. I jumped out of the bunk and glanced inside the back lounge of the bus. Jack was holding Alex, while he was crying. I started shaking. I wanted to hug him, tell him that everything was going to be fine. I imagined the man I'd seen in interviews before I waltzed back into his life. The smile, the jokes, the personality. Everything good about him was gone. I gulped and retreated back away from them. I grabbed my hoodie and shoes and ran out of the bus, blocking out Alex's cry's.

It was cold, even though it was the middle of May. I didn't care where I was going but I ran anyways, I ran faster than I had ever run before. Milwaukee was a huge city but I found myself downtown quickly, since the arena was near-by. The cold air coming of Lake Michigan whipped at my untouched face, blistering it from the cold. I shivered suddenly. I shut my eyes and let the cold air whistle around my body, it was calming sort of. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket.

'Haley'

"Hello?" I choked. "Jasey, please listen to me. Talk to me, whatever. I know what Dad did to you, but you need to pull yourself together for Alex. He needs you more then you could ever know." I gulped. "Haley, I'm so fucking stupid." I groaned. "You're not." She comforted. "Listen to me, whatever happened to her. To Holly. We're gonna find her."

"What if we don't? What if we can't have her back Haley?" I cried, suppressing my tears to the best of my ability. "I can't hurt him again Haley. I don't want him to hurt anymore because of me." I reasoned. "Jasey, you're hurting him by acting this way. He doesn't know how to help you."

"I can't do this anymore Haley, I can't see him like this." I screamed, throwing my phone in the cold depths of the lake. I didn't care how much that phone cost, I needed to get rid of it. I stared into the water where the phone landed, sitting down on the pavement, swinging my legs over the side. Tears made the air even colder against my face. I was still shaking when the sudden gust of wind threw me over the edge.

*Alex POV*

When Jack had calmed me down, he went to see Jasey while I cleaned myself up. I wiped my tears away, blew my nose and took deep breathes to calm myself. "Alex!?" Jack yelled, running to back of the bus. "She's gone." He shouted. "What?!" I yelled, standing up. I ran past him and found her bunk completely empty. "Fuck." I hissed, grabbing my cell.

'You've reached Jasey, I'm near my phone right now so leave me a message and I'll get back to you.'

Her phone was switched off. I punched the side of the bunks and grabbed my shoes, as did the rest of the guys. We were gonna have to scour the whole of Milwaukee to find her. "Look, I'll go downtown. Jack, go towards the malls or something, Zack and Rian just search." We all nodded as I ran downtown towards the lake. Ambulances were near Lake Michigan, and the fire department were bringing someone up. A huge crowd had gathered as a woman was wheeled towards the ambulance. I couldn't see exactly but on her left hand was a thin gold band, similar to mine. "Let us pass please!" The police shouted as the driver's got into the ambulance. "She's my wife, please!" I yelled and the older looked at me.

He pulled me forward and escorted me to the ambulance, knocking on the door. "Look, dude, we have to get her to the hospital. Otherwise she's gonna get hyperthermia." The dude looked at me. "She's my wife." I stated simply. "Get in then, quickly." I climbed in and the police guy shut the door. I sat down on the other side, and I saw Jasey's face. Grey, with light blue lips. She looked like her mom when she died. I grabbed her hand and wiped my eyes on her wet hair. "Please baby, don't do this to me. I need you."

*Comment/Buzz*

"Pete, man. I fucking love you. I mean it, you're my best friend." Gabe slurred, leaning on the bar in front of him. "Oh man, Gabe. I mean... I love you too." Pete replied, just as slurred as Gabe. "Hug me bro." Gabe ordered, throwing himself onto Pete who had just managed to catch him. "Oh come on guys, no more man love. This is like, fan fiction gold." Joe sighed, still stone cold sober. "Man, I thought we ordered strippers or some shit. I've seen no half-naked women." Gabe complained. "Patrick's in with one." Joe answered. Of course, he had to be forced into it. By his pleading eyes, Patrick got dragged into a room. With a feather boa. Joe had to laugh.

The lights dimmed and women flooded onto the stage in barely anything. Gabe was immediately enchanted, eyeing up the blonde closest to him. Pete had fallen asleep on the bar. Ryland and Alex disappeared at some point, as did Nate. William was watching over his band, but Adam was already so drunk. Suddenly a man ran across the bar in his underwear screaming. "Adam! Put your mother fucking clothes back on!" William yelled after him. Joe burst out laughing. "I can't! The crabs are gonna bite me!" Adam replied running straight into a heavily built security guard. "Oh fuck."

In another room, Patrick was handcuffed to a chair and blindfolded. He could feel the feather boa across his neck and face. The alcohol in his system had really made him giddy, but he was already nervous because this stripper was on his lap. Her hands made their way down his chest and further down. Patrick gulped. The woman was suddenly interrupted by two men, of whom she immediately recognised. The first guy, almost a teddy bear in his face put a finger to his lips. The other handed her 20 bucks to leave for a minute. "I'll be right back." She whispered in Patrick's ear. The slimmer of the pair got out his phone, ready to film. "This is my friend Harriet, she'll look after you." The woman stated, getting off his lap.

The slim man held  the door open for the lady and ushered in the other members of his band as well as friends that weren't with the best man. "Brendon, be fucking careful." The slimmer one hissed as Brendon walked towards Patrick. "Ryan, man, chill." He hissed back. "Hey honey." He squeaked. The alcohol in his body was taking over as he spread his legs to sit on his best friend's lap. "Um, hi." Patrick said. Ryan chuckled silently as he filmed, along with Ryland, Nate, Alex, Jon, Spencer, Michael, The Butcher, Mike and Andy. "YouTube gold." Jon slurred. Michael didn't want to drink so swapped with Brendon. Brendon was now out of his face. Brendon grinded against Patrick, who was finding this extremely uncomfortable. "Um, I'd like to leave now." Patrick slurred. "Nooo. You can't." Brendon squealed. "Guys, we have to hit it!" William yelled running into the private room. He covered his eyes. "What the hell you sick fuckers!?" William ripped the blindfold off Patrick and he screamed. Brendon leapt off. "What the fuck?!" He looked up at Ryan. "You were filming you mother fucker!" Ryan laughed hard. "Dude, Brendon was dared too." Michael stated in his Australian accent. "Dude, the guy's just hit Adam. We need to get the fuck out!" Nate yelled as Adam hopped towards him. "Fuckkk." Spencer hissed in a slur.

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Jessica-Rose had fallen asleep on the bar, her police hat hiding her shut eyes. Laura was slumped over Vicky-T who had joined the party. Jess was talking to a bunch of guys leaving Grace to watch over Jessica's sleeping form. She patted her stomach as the baby kicked. "I know, mommy's sleepy too." She stated softly. The music had died down so they wouldn't cause a huge public disturbance so the small crowd was kept happy with music on the quietest level possible at 3am. "Grace, come join the party!" Laura yelled from Vicky-T's side. Vicky-T's eyes widened as she dragged the woman over to the bride to be. "She is so drunk." Vicky-T stated as Laura slumped over the bar. "I know." They chuckled. "Need some help getting home?"

"Aw, Victoria, that'd be great. Thanks." Grace said sweetly, hugging her friend. "No problem mommy." Vicky-T sighed, lifting Jessica's arm over her shoulder. Jess gave Grace a hand with Laura and placed the three drunk woman in the back. Vicky-T drove them all back home where Patricia had fallen asleep on the couch. Grace said for her to sleep in the guest room in the basement, normally Pete's. Bronx was bunking with Freddie, who were both still asleep. Thankfully, they weren't disturbed by the ladies noisy arrival. "I feel like I've swallowed a cat." Laura stated. "Wonderful." Grace said, throwing her onto the couch and waddling to the kitchen to get black coffee. Lots of strong, black coffee.

"Hey Grace, Pete's called. He needs me back at home." Jess sighed. "Leave Bronx here if you want.  He's settled now." Grace suggested. Jess smiled. "I have enough babies for tomorrow now anyways." Grace chuckled and hugged Jess goodbye as Vicky-T drove her home. "I want something to hug." Laura complained dreamily. "Well, I'm not in the hugging mood right now, since you puked on my pavement." Yeah, Laura threw up on Grace's drive-way. "Hey, just thank god it wasn't in the car." Grace rolled her eyes and gave Laura the strong cup of coffee. Jessica was already asleep on the couch in her tiny police uniform. "I want to find my knight in shining armour." Laura sighed, still slurring her  words. "Huh?" Grace asked. "I mean, you've found Patrick and look at how happy you are. I wanna find a guy like that." Grace smiled, kissing the top of her friend's head. "You will." Laura's eye-lids fluttered, so Grace grabbed the mug and put it beside her.

*avoids the rotten fruit being thrown at her* I'M SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATING. I REALLY AM. THROW ME TO THE LIONS. I really am sorry guys. I have one more examtomorrow then NO EXCUSES. UPDATING. LIKE, SERIOUSLY. :) Okay, this chapter is a filler. Not exciting but it leads up to something hopefully a little more exciting.

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

But whatever she may be
She could be money, cars, fear of the dark
Your best friends or just strangers in bars
Whoever she is, whoever she may be
One thing's for sure, you don't have to worry

Whoever She Is: The Maine

*Grace POV*

Alex carried all my bags back to his house, because he declared himself a gentleman and wouldn't let a young girl carry back heavy bags of clothes. $125 worth. Yeah, I felt seriously guilty too. When we got there, his friends were sat on his doorstep. "Guys, what are you doing here?" Alex asked, sighing and dropping the shopping bags. "I wanted to apologize man. I was a complete dick." His friend with dark hair and a blonde streak through it. Almost like a skunk.

"It's not me you should say sorry to dude." Alex declared, putting a hand at my waist. The guy smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry." He said. I nodded, looking at my shifting feet on the floor. "I'm Jack by the way." He also said, sticking his hand out. I looked up, biting my lower lip. I just stared at his hand before Jack stole mine and shook it. I winced. He immediately let go and stared at me. "Did I hurt you, I'm so sorry."

"She doesn't like people touching her much." Alex answered for me. Jack smiled sympathetically. "Sorry..." I stared at Alex during his pause. "Grace." Alex said for me. Jack smiled. "You don't talk much do you?" I chuckled at his optimism. "It's nice to meet you Jack." I said quietly. He clapped his hands. "It's good to meet you too honey." He smiled widely. He had really nice teeth. "This is Zack." He said, pointing to the blonde dude sat on the doorstep, protecting his eyes from the sun. He waved briefly and I waved in return.

"And this stud is Rian." He said, hugging a fairly muscular man to the left of him. "Jack, you say that one more time, I'll slaughter you." Jack laughed uncomfortably. "Anyways, we'd thought we'd come see your new friend." Jack said. "Well, that's great but I have no food or beer in for you guys." Jack was about to say something but Alex stopped him. "And no, my mom isn't in either so you can't say hi."

"Oh, okay." Jack said, sounding slightly depressed. "Okay, well, can we come in anyways?" Jack asked. Alex sighed and looked at me. I shrugged. "Fine, no smoking weed Zack. Jack no destroying or masturbating. Rian, just be Rian." I chuckled as we all piled inside the small home. This was going to be interesting.

*Alex POV*

I did not want Jack corrupting her at all, so he was going to be kept sober for sure. I dumped the bags onto the couch and chucked my wallet and house keys on the coffee table. Jack collapsed on my couch, putting his feet on the coffee table. "Jack, feet off the mother fucking table." I said, grabbing a couple of cans of Coke out of the refrigerator. "Sorry ma'am." He said. Rian sat on the chair at the end of the room, Zack sat on the floor and Grace was just standing next the couch.

"Sit down next to Jack." I said softly, directing her to Jack. He waved a little and she smiled. "Um, okay." She said in a small voice as she sat down next to Jack, edging more to the arm so she was closer to me. "Jesus, I don't have herpes." Jack sniggered, ruffling Grace's hair. She shut her eyes and tensed. "Oh, I forgot the whole no touching thing." He said quietly. I nodded and threw a can to Rian, Zack, Jack and passed one to Grace. She smiled and opened the can, taking small sips.

"So dude, got any new songs or shit?" Rian asked. "Um yeah, I have a few. I wrote some lyrics up last night but I haven't like, put them to music." Rian nodded. "So, maybe we could do that tomorrow or something?" I nodded. "Good idea." I stated. "You guys write music?" Grace asked. "She speaks!" Zack announced. Grace actually flipped him off. We all laughed. "This girl has attitude. I like her." Rian said through chuckling. I grinned.

"So, what? You guys musicians or something?" She asked. "Um, yeah. We're in a band." Jack answered as she nodded. "What're you guys called?" I smiled. "All Time Low." She smiled widely. "I've heard of you guys!" She yelled before quickly covering her mouth. "Dude, you serious?" Jack asked through chuckling. "Um yeah. You did a show in New York and a girl in my school would not shut up about it." Jack chuckled. "That's awesome." She nodded taking a sip from her coke. "So, you from New York then?"

"Sort of. I was born in California and moved up to Brooklyn four years ago." We all nodded. "So, what brings you down to Maryland?" Rian asked, leaning in. "Well, I fancied a change of scenery I suppose." She answered, fear in her eyes. Hell, even I didn't know why she ran away. "That's cool." Jack said, giving me a glance that suggested that he knew she was hiding something. "This is one shit party." Zack announced putting his empty can on the table. "Who said it was a party?" I asked.

"Okay then, get together." I rolled my eyes. "Just because there's no booze or chicks you wanna fuck." Jack sighed, leaning back and throwing his arm around the back of the couch. Zack laughed. "True to that." I rolled my eyes. "Alex, bro, you sure you got no beer or anything in the house?" Rian asked. "Even if I did, I wouldn't give to you because then you'd all get drunk and you'll have to stay here and sober up. Plus, we have a minor." I noted, waving my hand in Grace's direction. "Hey, you guys are minors too. You're all like, nineteen right?"

"Fuck, she caught us out!" Zack pretended to gasp, standing up. "I'm going to check the refrigerator myself." He stated. "Whatever man." I sighed. "If there is any, give me one because man, I'm thirsty." Jack complained. "Right no beer but I see vodka!" Zack announced from the kitchen. "That's my mom's! She'll know it's gone and fuck me up."

"I wouldn't mind being fucked up by your mom." Jack said. I slapped his head and grabbed the bottle from Zack. I took a large swig and gave the bottle back to Zack.

*Grace POV*

Oh shit.

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One day
You will wake up
With nothing but "you're sorrys"
And someday
You will get back
Everything you gave me

Candles: Hey Monday

*Jasey POV*

The tour was winding down by now, which was sorta nice to be honest. We only had about two weeks left, so me and Alex had been married almost a month. One whole month. That honestly seemed like forever before but now, it seemed like the time went way too fast. Again, browsing through my e-mails in Alex's t-shirt and hat, and my shorts on, I looked at the picture Jack took on my camera of mine and Alex's wedding kiss. It was currently my desktop background, so I just found myself staring at it from time to time. I shook myself out of my daydream and stood up, reaching for the freezer and grabbing a tub of ice cream. I found a spoon and sat back down, cross-legged on the couch and switched on the TV.

Jerry Springer is my official guilty pleasure.

I dug into the cookie dough ice cream, just not caring what I looked or how much I ate. My day off was my day off so they could all get fucked. We were in Canada so I just stayed in the warm bus. Call me anti-social all you want. I was happily content. I yawned and put the ice cream on the couch next to me. I picked the ice-cream back up and ate more. For a small, thin girl, I could eat mountains of ice-cream.  The bus door opened and Jack stared at me, and laughed. "Jasey, you look like a hobo." He announced. "Because hobo's have access to cookie dough ice-cream and Jerry Springer." I said, mouth full and waving the tub of ice-cream in front of me.  "Have you eaten all of that?"

I looked down into the tub, licking my lips. "Yep. Pretty much." He laughed. "Having you been watching Jerry repeats all day?" Jack asked, laughing. "No, I was checking my e-mail earlier. And I was browsing the internet and..." He shook his head, silently laughing. "Oh fuck you Barakat." I said sarcastically. He laughed, putting some Hot Pockets in the microwave. "Where's Alex then?" I asked, putting my spoon in my mouth. "Um, he went out shopping I believe." I nodded and threw my tub in the bin and my spoon in the sink. I quickly washed it up and then put it back in the drawer. "Only a few days left now." Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. I smiled and hugged his waist. "Twelve days, then you're done. Then Japan and Australia." He groaned and went back to the bunks. Had to laugh really.

My cell phone started ringing, singing Weightless as loud as it's small, machine lungs could handle. I opened it up and the caller ID said 'Trace'. I sighed, but answered it anyways. "Hello?"

"Jasey, oh god, you're okay."

"Trace, what's wrong? Why shouldn't I be okay?" I asked, worry in my tone. "Steven got in. He's somewhere in the venue or around the place. He had a pass for Hey Monday somehow and he's inside." I took a deep breath. "Trace, maybe he just looked Steven." I suggested. "No, I walked into him and he looked at me. It was him, he ran away."

"When did all this happen?"

"Two minutes ago, I swear. Is Alex there, I don't you on your own in case he finds the bus?" I bit my lower lip and nodded. "Yeah, he's here. If he comes, Alex will sort him."

"Alright. Don't let anyone in okay?" I nodded, shutting  my eyes so no tears would fall down. "Okay. Bye." I hung up before I got any response. Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door. I gulped, stood up and opened it slightly. The wrinkles were worse then I remembered, his hair was interrupted by a sudden grey lines and his eyes were so hollow. "Jasey." He breathed. I stepped out of the bus and shut the door. "Steven, you shouldn't be here. I have a restraining order against you." I repeated slowly and calmly. "I know, but you have to listen to me." I stared at him. "You have to leave now Steven, or I'll call the police and then you'll be away from Libby and Harrison." That was Bernice's son. I'd hadn't seen him or Libby since the court order against Steven was clarified. That was ages ago. "Jasey, I'm sorry for all this but Trace, he's against me..."

"Steven, will you shut up!?" I yelled. "Trace isn't against you. He was helping me." I argued. "But he and your dad, they did something." I shushed him. "I don't want to hear it Steven. I really don't, I've had enough of you!" I cried. "Jasey?" I heard Alex call from behind Steven.

*Alex POV*

I ran up to her and grabbed her so he was hugging me. "What the fuck do you want Steven?" I hissed at him, stroking Jasey's hair. "Alex, it's okay. I'm fine." She reassured me. "Alex?" Steven asked me. "Yeah, what the fuck do you want?" I hissed. "This concerns you too." I stared at him. "Steven, I still have my restraining order. You'll get arrested. Leave. Now." Jasey shouted at him.  "Jasey, please. Five minutes." Steven pleaded. "Steven, I think you better leave." I said, slightly more calm then before, directing Jasey back to the bus door. "Jasey, it's about Holly." Steven announced. Her head turned sharply, as did mine. "You have no right to talk about her. No fucking right Steven." She hissed.

"I'm sorry to bring her up but listen. Trace and your dad..."

"Helped me through everything, even my own daughter dying." She hissed. I grasped her hand for support. "Jasey please, they lied to you." He admitted. "What?" She choked. "They lied about her. She isn't dead." Her eyes, as did my own, widened. "What?" She asked breathlessly. "Holly's still alive. Trace and your dad, they didn't want your life ruined so gave her up for adoption for you." I gasped for air. "Jasey would have to sign for it." I said. "Yeah, exactly." Jasey agreed, but she seemed unsure. "Did your dad give a card to sign so you could take her home, or make you sign anything?" Jasey then became distant in thought. "Oh my god." She gasped covering her mouth.  "Jasey, what did you sign?" I asked. "A letter to my high school about dropping out. I wanted to read it but my dad wouldn't let me." My eyes widened. "I never saw her body, she died during the night and Trace found her. My dad had her cremated and buried. I never saw her dead!" She screamed.

I cradled her and she stated crying out of shock. I was shocked too. The daughter I thought was dead was now magically alive. "How did you know? What took you so long to tell me?!" She screamed at Steven. "When I heard you were pregnant I came to see you and Trace was handing the baby over to social services. Your dad saw me and said that if I told you anything, he'd kill me." She was shaking by now. "I heard what they told you and I thought you deserved to know. But I tried to visit you but your dad moved you around. And then Trace put a restraining order on me. I couldn't get to you. Then you disappeared. I heard about this tour from Libby and I knew I had to tell you now before it was too late." He admitted.

I stroked Jasey's back as she cried softly into my chest. "Where is she?" I asked. "I don't know. I tried to find her but her name's been changed and the adoption agency didn't believe me." I nodded. "I want Steven to leave. I need to calm down." Jasey demanded. Steven nodded. "Here's my number." He said, handing me a piece of paper. He then left. Jasey cried harder. I kissed the top of her head hard and wiped my tears on her hair that wasn't covered by her head. "We have to find her." She said in hysterics. "We just... have to." She said quieter. "We'll try. We'll find our baby."

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

I would've married you in Vegas
Had you given me the chance to say "I do"
Could I make it more obvious, could you
Be anymore obvious, could you?

Vegas: All Time Low

*Alex POV*

During the whole press process and interviews and trying to crack jokes; just being my normal self was hard. I was concentrating on my wedding coming up this evening after the show which was only hours away. Jack had to keep me from saying anything, like dropping hints or anything. Believe me, I was tempted. We were asked about girlfriends and I said my girlfriend and I were really happy to be in Vegas. Jack just laughed and gave me a look that would have struck kittens naked. I mean it; he looked like a kitten serial murderer. And Jack loves kittens. Seriously.

"Dude, you want Jasey to rip your fucking dick off?" Jack asked as we walked out onto our bus, fresh from sound check. I chuckled and grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge. "And why would I rip Alex's dick off exactly Jackie?" Jack rolled his eyes as Jasey entered the front lounge from the bunks in a simple pair of jeans and a Fall Out Boy shirt. I wrapped my arm around her neck and kissed her temple. "He nearly dropped that you guys were marching down the aisle in the White Chapel!" Jasey slapped my arm.

"What happened to the whole 'keep it a secret thing'?" She squealed. I nearly choked my beer. "It still is, nearly means it didn't happen and it was avoided." She rolled her eyes. "Still, secret." She insisted. "Did I just hear right?" Rian asked, pointing at me. "About what?" I asked. "You and Jasey getting hitched?" He asked again. I bit my lip. "I thought you told them Alex." Jasey said, hands on hips. I shrugged, clenching my teeth together. "Who's got an itch?" Zack asked, completely out of nowhere. I looked down at Jasey for support. "Your friends Gaskarth." I smiled. "You can't use that as an insult much longer." I said sweetly, flicking her nose. "Tell your friends Alex because being sweet won't make me tell them."

I sighed. "Guys, we - as in me and Jasey- are getting married later."

*Jasey POV*

I held my breath for their reaction as Rian and Zack absorbed the news that they're best friend was marrying their other best friend. "Dude, why didn't you anything before?!" Zack asked loudly putting Alex in a headlock. "Yeah, we have no time for like a bachelor party and a stripper and...."

"Okay, I think we'll stop there, shall we?" I said interrupting Rian. He laughed, lifting me up and spinning me around. "My Jasey is getting married!" He announced. I squealed. "Rian put me down before I hit my head on the top of the bus!" They all laughed as Rian returned my feet to the ground. "Jeez, I could have been knocked out or something on my wedding day." Alex smiled and put his arm around me. "I wouldn't let that happen honey." He reassured. I rolled my eyes and straightened my outfit out. "

These boys were so immature, and you just had to love them.

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"Six feet under the stars." I sang along quietly from the side of stage. The Vegas crowd really loved them tonight which had to set Alex up in a good mood for this marriage lark later on. My stomach was already doing somersaults. I smiled as they ran off stage so that Fall Out Boy could prepare their guards and shit. They had an amazing set-up which could not be rivalled with anything. Alex smiled at me from behind a towel. "You ready?" He asked.

"Please tell me your showering first?" I asked, pushing his chest away from me. He laughed and ruffled my just done hair. "Sure, twenty minutes then we'll all go." I nodded. The whole of All Time Low were coming, along with Matt and Delicious. Just because Alex wanted them too. Jack was sort of the best man while Zack was walking me down. Even though it was a quick wedding, I was wearing a white cotton dress so I sort of went conventional. But I was never really conventional in any way.

As I waited for the six guys, I got more nervous until Alex appeared wearing a plaid shirt and a suit jacket. I hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered into his chest. He smiled and kissed my lips. "Right Jasey Rae Harrison of Chicago, I'm going to make you Mrs. Alexander William Gaskarth." I chuckled as he dragged me out of the venue. I gulped.

*Alex POV*

All the guys followed soon after in the suit jackets we had rented. I even got these rose things to stick into the button-holes of them too. Red roses. Jasey's favourite. The chapel neon light flickered as me and Jasey ran inside. I booked it for nine o'clock so there still was a wedding going on. The woman running it took my name and gave Jasey a veil. I took her bag and gave it to Jack. "Hey Jack, can you take pictures?" Jasey asked him. He nodded and grabbed her camera. The redneck couple got out and the Elvis looking priest ushered us inside.

"Okay, Gaskarth right?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay, got your best man?" I pointed to Jack. "Alright, awesome. Rings?" I handed him the two plain gold rings. Jasey stared at them. "When?" I chuckled. "Late last night." She giggled. "Right, $50." I gave him the crisp $50 bill and gave Jasey to Zack. "Okay, hit it Marge." He yelled to the woman with the accordion.  You had to laugh. Jasey walked down the pink aisle with Zack until she reached me and Zack gave her away.

 I took her hand and kissed it. "Okay, we gathered here today to join these two young people in marriage. Before I go on does any have any objections to this marriage?" No one said anything and he continued. We stated our vows and the cheesy 'I do's' like Jasey said. The priest order for me to 'kiss my broad and get out.' I cupped her face and kissed softly. Cheers erupted around the room as I opened my eyes and looked down at Jasey. She was smiling so wide, it was unreal. We signed our marriage certificate as did everyone else as our witnesses.  To Jasey's orders, Jack had taken picture after picture and walking back Jasey was observing them.

"Jack, this one is so good." She pointed out. I glanced over her shoulder and it was. It was our wedding kiss and it looked so right on the camera. I gazed at Jasey's ring; the symbol that meant she was mine forever. She smiled at me and shut the camera off. "Thank you for coming." Jasey announced to the crowd. "Oh, that reminds me." Matt chirped up. He handed me our marriage certificate. "Thanks Matt." I said, tapping his shoulder. He smiled. "No problem."

We headed back to the bus and I knew that I could really do any predictable wedding night stuff, due to the fact we weren't alone. In my bunk, me and Jasey did make-out a lot but Jack warned us that if we got up to anything; this also included blow-jobs, hand-jobs and any form of foreplay. He'd kick me out of the bus and tell the world. So, we just made-out until we fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing we were together at last.

Okay, this is gonna be harder to write about then Patrick. And that was seriously hard to write. There will be nothing like 'ZOMGIWANTPETEWENTZSBBZCOZHEISSOFITLIKEEEEE.' I don't see him that way. Okay, here goes nothing.

Pete Wentz is my major hero mainly because of what he's been through, and he managed to get through it all. First, his girlfriend sleeping with two members of old Fall Out Boy (When there were six in the band) but getting over it and finding Patrick and Andy. Well, Joe did. Good O' Joe. When I heard about his attempted suicide over the naked picture I think it was, I was so scared for him because, when I thought about it, we were very similar.

We both had normal familes growing up, and our childhood's weren't so bad but we got shoved into this deep depression for different reasons and we both saw suicide as a way out. I never took it as far as an actual attempt, but it was heavily considered. Now, I'm not some attention seeker because I actually hate talking about my past, especially my state of mind, so I don't ever like talking about it. And try and avoid it in all situations.

Anyways, he got better and I was so thankful. At this point, I still wasn't into Fall Out Boy majorly. I listened to some of thier stuff and really liked them because I felt happy again. The lyrics were it's main catch. They spoke so elegantly of the problems I was facing. The song that really changed me was 7 Minutes In Heaven. When I first heard it, I knew that this was the song that would change my life. And it did.

Infinty was only to help more.

I stopped thinking about suicide completly and actually cheered up. Of course, I got this at the end of 2007 when I could. I loved that album. Pete's lyrics only improved and everything I was doing stopped. He magically helped me improve my mental state into one where depression wasn't an option any more. I danced and everyone noticed how happy I was getting. I only have Pete Wentz to thank for that. You've saved my life and if I could tell you that, I would be so happy. Because then you would how much you're worth to teenagers with problems.

Then, we have Take This To Your Grave. I heard this album back in 2007, when I was still in a depressed way. The lyrics he wrote really spoke to me because they didn't say 'Hey, the future's not gonna be fantasic. But take what you can and enjoy it.' Then,  the lyrics somehow became my medicine and made me calm down and stop all the stuff I was doing. Of course, I was listening to From Under The Cork Tree, Evening Out With Your Girlfriend and Infinity On High.

Folie A Duex was a major excitment for me because Pete somehow improved lyrically again. He went poltical and suggested his views in this fucked up world we live in. It helped with the stress of school and made me relax before I went insane. This album really helped me through everything school could throw on me exam wise. It still does. Anytime I listen to it, I just immeadatly calm down. I don't know how, but Pete's lyric's just tell me to snap out of it and relax. It isn't the end of the world.

I've seen FOB twice. And everytime I look up at Pete, I just see my hero. If I could meet him just to explain to him how helpful he is, I would die happy. I've been so close to him and I never felt so complete in my life (Sorry Laura) because I knew my hero was happy and finally had a life he fully deserved. A wife whom he adores and a adorable son which he can raise with his lyrical mind.

My only wish is that people stopped focusing so much on your looks.

What else can I say? Thank you. You've saved my life. You're band has saved my life. You're so inspirational and caring and I really can't thank you enough for everything you've done. Because of you, I'm happy. I don't think you'll ever realise how special you are to me. Because of you, I'm learning how to play bass because I now want to help people through music. And you have inspired me to do that. You. Happy Birthday Pete, I hope you get everything you deserve and more.

Love forever and always. Gracie xo

The only thing worse than not knowing
Is you thinking that I don't know
I'm having another episode
I just need a stronger dose

I am God's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
"There's too much green to feel blue"

Tonight is all about "We miss you"
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism,
somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.

They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?

I'm all ears and I'm all scars
to hear you tell me "Boy's like you, you try too hard
to look not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on.
But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
And when it all goes to hell,
will you be able to tell
me you're sorry with a straight face.
 

I am the Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes. But, I make a good saint.

<3

I'm so freaking sorry. I really am. This week is all exams so revision is my top prioity right now. I'm writing in small chunks on my breaks but not finishing. And I'm getting bored quickly when writing and loosing my normal spark. Stress is killing my creativity. Enjoy this chapter, hope you like it.

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

I know this is ridiculous,
that's just like me...
Make the most of living while you're young and have the chance to take your chances...

Fuck regrets and lets burn this city down.

I Can't Do The One-Two Step: All Time Low

*Jasey POV*

Ever had that blissful feeling when you wake up? You know, when you're half asleep but aware of everything. I had that now. My eyes were closed but I could almost see Alex staring at me, smiling. I could feel his breath on my face. I didn't want to wake up this morning, I was too happy to. Finally, I opened my eyes met by the top of Alex's bunk, then quicker than I expected Alex's face was above mine and his mouth was attached to mine. This boy really needed to learn to calm down first thing in the morning.

I didn't stop him though so when his hand rubbed against the under-side of my knee. However, he went further up and tried to get into my shorts, I slapped his hand away. His mouth was still on mine, so I made discouraging noises. "Nuh huh." Yanking his hand away. He chuckled and looked down on me, no lip contact. He shut his eyes and rubbed his nose against mine before kissing the tip, like I was a child. It was quite cute admittedly.

"We're in Vegas baby." He whispered. I smiled, biting my bottom lip. He smiled too, but flipped off me so he was lying on his side next to me. I lay on my side, facing him. I stroked his face lightly, smiling weakly. "I can't believe I agreed to this today." I sighed, sniggering. "What?" He asked putting his hand on mine. "We're getting married Alex. You know, walking down the aisle. The cheesy 'I do's'..."

"The amazing wedding night." He added. I slapped his arm, laughing. "Depends on what form of amazing you mean." He pretended to think for a moment. "Most defiantly the sexual kind." I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. Still, I snuggled my face into his bare chest. He smelt of lemons and aftershave. Alex really doesn't suit facial hair so I made him shave. He wrapped his arms around me, checking the time on his watch. "I have to get moving at some point, press and shit."

I sighed, shutting my eyes and snuggling deeper into his chest. "I just want to stay here all day." I complained. He smiled. "Well, I'm sorry but I have to get this done then after the show, I'm all yours." I smiled weakly, sitting up. I shook my hand through my hair and looked down on him. I smacked his bare stomach with my hand. "OW! What was that for?!" He complained. "I thought you had to get moving!" I grasped his stomach, cowering in pain.

He quickly turned his groans into chuckles and grabbed me, pulling me down. I felt his fingers tickle my sides. "Holy shit! Alex! No! You know...!" I screamed through laughing. "Oh my god!" I screamed louder. He was so paying for this.

*Alex POV*

Jasey was real ticklish, even when she was younger. She was laughing so much which made me laugh. She screamed at me with statements like "Oh my god! Alex!" I laughed even harder. That was, of course, until a cell phone flew through my curtains and hit my arm. I stopped and opened the curtain. "Who the fuck threw this at me!?" I yelled, sticking my head out the bunk. Zack looked confused, Rian was just laughing while Jack was whistling playing with his nails.

"Barakat you bitch." I hissed, hopping out of the bunk. I kissed Jasey quickly and ran to him, taking him down from behind. "OW DUDE!" He yelled. Rian laughed harder and Zack just sighed and went back to his laptop. "Don't throw phones at us. It isn't nice." I said, still holding him to the floor. "Dude, I said no sexual activity on bus if we're all onboard. It's just weird." He argued. I chuckled a little, standing up. He stood up too, adjusting his hat back to side. "We weren't even having sex Jack."

"It fucking sounded like it you sick fuck!" He yelled, but in a nice way, not angry. "Jack, he was tickling me. You know how ticklish I am." Jasey said, now fully dressed in, well, a dress. He stared at her. Then at me. "Dude, you fucking sounded like you were about to orgasm. I swear on my mom's life." She laughed loudly. "What girls have you slept with that have orgasm's sounding like that Jack?!" She asked, still laughing. I chuckled a little.

"Not funny." Jack argued, turning slightly red. "It is. Very." I said. He stuck his tongue out and went to the cupboard and grabbed some candy. "Sugar is my only friend." He insisted, smiling lightly at his joke. "Does it sound like Jasey being tickled when it's orgasms?" Zack asked. Jack smacked him around the head, while the rest of us laughed. "Dude!" Zack yelled, laughing. "Just asking." I smiled and high-fived Zack. "What press do we have today?" I asked.

"Um, I know that this local magazine wants to do something with us, that's like at, 4 or some shit." Zack answered, checking the time on his laptop and e-mails. I nodded pulling a spare t-shirt over my head and putting a beanie over my bed hair. "Please tell me you'll at least brush your teeth before you go outside." Jasey complained as I headed towards the bunk area. "Where do you think I'm going babe?" I asked.

She laughed and shook her head. I did clean my teeth and freshened my breath with mouthwash before applying deodorant. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Jasey applying eye-liner in a miniature mirror. I squeezed her waist and she drew a line down her face. "You bastard!" She yelled, kicking my leg. I laughed hysterically and made a break for it before she killed me. Gotta love her really. I ran outside, smiling weakly.

*Jasey POV*

All Time Low had now ran off to do press and maybe hang out with their friends in Cobra Starship, while I was left in peace for a few hours. I caught up on stuff, like Myspace, e-mails and everything. I had an e-mail from my friend Hannah, saying how happy/upset she was about mine and Trace's break up (which was now all over gossip pages, annoying). She never really liked Trace, putting it politely. I quickly logged onto AIM, and no one was online to entertain me. I sighed.

I logged off the internet and switched off Zack's laptop. Waiting for Alex was so boring. I grabbed my cell phone and dialled Hannah's number. "Yo, you've reached Hannah."

"God, I'm so bored." I replied. "Janey! Oh my god! Hi! How are you?" I shrugged and collapsed on the floor. "Okay, waiting for his lordship to get back."

"Alex or Trace here?" I chuckled. "Alex Hannah. My current boyfriend." She smiled. "Of course, how are you two?" I smiled. "Not bad, hanging out later so that'd be nice."

"Where's the tour today, Vegas?" I nodded. "Yeah." I heard her stamp her foot and curse to herself. "Dude, come back to me. I wanna hang out, I miss my shopping buddy." I laughed. "Babe, I might not be moving back to Tennessee, let alone Franklin."

"What? Why?" I bit my bottom lip, Alex said we shouldn't tell anyone expect anyone who was going to be there that we were getting hitched tonight. "I need a change, and housing is so expensive down there. I'm thinking of going back Maryland." She chuckled. "New boyfriend and you're already moving in with him. You must love this guy." I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay, well I have to go to work. Call me later." I smiled, tears in my eyes. "Sure. See ya."

"Love you babe." She said, blowing kisses. "Love you too." I said, slamming my cell shut. "Who was that?" I heard a male voice ask. It made me jump. "Holy shit. You scared the crap outta me." I said, putting my hand on my chest and taking deep breaths. "Sorry honey." Alex said, wrapping me up in a hug. "I have some good news though." He said. "Which is?" I asked into his chest. "It's all booked."

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