All I Want • Alex Gaskarth (Adoption)

"Don't Ignore Me"

Within a couple days, I was used to my new house. It's fairly huge, and you can decide that as soon as you walk in.

Where you first walk in the house lies a huge living room, complete with white carpets. I didn't expect that from Alex considering I know his friends, so I can't see how the carpets can be kept white. In the middle of the living room there are a few sofas in a U-shape, facing a flat-screen television attached to a wall. Doors lie on the wall in the living room, which I know one is Alex's room, and then there are bathrooms and closets.

A double-door leads out of the living room, showing a big kitchen and as well as another door to the side of that. The door leads to the dining room sporting a big table for dinner - which Alex and I would hardly use (his words, not mine). We both have in common that we hate eating at tables. It seems too formal to sit at one, but then Alex said he still kind of wants to use it. Said it would be "good for family."

Finally you come to the stairs leading to the upper floor. There's actually a door to it in the living room, but you may as well know that the stairs are located in the dining room. Pictures of Alex and his family and friends line the walls of the stairs. Once you reach upstairs, there is a huge open space. Doors cover both walls, and directly in front of you is a huge window over-looking Baltimore. The doors consist of guest rooms, bathrooms, closets, and finally my room.

(A/N: I know this was so confusing so honestly just make up a house, I don't care - I think of this house differently every time I look at this chapter. Good luck for your imagination.)

Alex said he, as well as the boys and Cassadee (Rian's girlfriend), helped set up the room. He also said that my room is the biggest in the house apart from his. Anyway, when I first saw it I almost cried. It was beautiful inside. A bed is against a wall, and the bed itself is huge. The bed has many large pillows, complete with a light blue bedspread and blankets. I completely love it.

A black desk is up against the far wall, next to the window. My closet lay empty in await for me to fill it, as it's a walk-in. The closet itself is actually the size of the regular bedrooms in the orphanage. I have a tv, dresser, posters lining the wall, and my favorite piece - an acoustic guitar. I can't exactly play it well, but I know how to. And I love the guitar especially because he got it for me. I was mad at first because I don't like people buying me things, but I got over it when he wouldn't stop staring at me to shut me up. I also love the carpet. It's - again - a light blue shaggy carpet. Completely soft, and I spent an hour just lying on it when I got here. Alex got a kick out of that, saying Jack did the same thing. Oh Jack. Alex had then proceeded to tell me that "great minds think alike" which I'm taking as offensive because I'm being compared to Jack.

Alex has been completely understanding and nice to me, and he has spent a lot of time making me feel comfortable here with him. He's not a jerk, I can tell you that. Except for when he found my twitter and then made fun of me for ages because of it. The whole bandom/fandom knows who I am (we decided to just put it out there, I'm fine with that and it was over quickly), and he loved pointing out my twitter to everyone. I am so very tempted to delete it - or at least the very humiliating tweets I made including old jokes. But I am attached to my twitter, and I just can't delete it. It's a fan page, mixed between All Time Low and various other bands. I'm slightly ashamed that Alex has found it under the circumstances. If only he'd noticed me back when I would always complimented him... Then again, I'm very glad he didn't or it'd be worse now. But I've only been with him for 3 days so he knows nothing. If anyone brings up embarrassing memorabilia I am planning a murder or two. Just don't do it.

Currently I'm sitting in the living room, scrolling on twitter while Alex sits on the couch that's opposite to mine. I grin at him while he watches whatever football game is on. He hates it when I put my feet on the coffee table that separates the sofas. Which is why I completely ignore his warnings not to do it, especially when I'm bored with nothing to do. Such as now when both of those statements are accurate.