all time low (2012-2013)

dont panic! it's longer now!

A/N: hey yall! i'm sorry if this book is taking a bit long, i got extremely sick and its holding back its publishing a bit, while you are waiting you can read "all time low (2002-2004)" on my profile, since this book is a sequel to the main book, enjoy :)

april 2012..
"mike green called" jack says, still shirtless from last night.

"mhm" i say while hugging the covers, it was still chilly and yet he is hanging around the house with no tshirt on.

"hello he wants us down to the studio" he says throwing a pillow at me.

"ughh shut the fuck up get out" i say putting a pillow over my head to block out the sunlight, and his annoying ass voice.

"he wants to start recording today, alex, mike and jaime are all literally at the studio" he says as he checks his phone.

"piss offff just five more minutes" i yell while frowning.

"okay then" he comes at the bed and i feel myself getting lifted.

"noo the fuckk" i almost half cry, i was so tired and i wanted to sleep.

"i'm sorry they want us down at the studio" he puts me over his shoulder, just the way he would in highschool whenever i pissed him off.

as he gets nearer to the bathroom connected to our room he drops me off by the door, i can barely even see i need to wash my face.

"thats right, you gotta go shower you smell like sex" he points to the shower.

"and how do you know what that smells like" i laugh pretending to act completely clueless.

"because i fucked you enough to know that" he laughs, he loves it when he gets the chance to make any inappropriate jokes. thats just jack since i met him in school.

"okay says mr stinky man" i throw my hands in the air.

"excuse me bitch?? i smell ah-mazing, you're the stanky one in the relationship here" he laughs leaving me alone in the bathroom.

"SO YOU ARENT GONNA SHOWER?" i yell

"NOPE LETS SAVE THAT FOR TONIGHT WHEN WE ARE BACK HOME" he yells and i can hear the drawers open and shut, telling me that he's already getting ready.

i hop in the glass shower and i turn on the hot water, jack would alwaysssssss complain about how hot my showers are, and we'd spend a good 5 minutes every time arguing what is too hot or whats too cold.

i shampoo my hair and i dont use conditioner, mainly because i'm running late and two because i wanted it to hold better when i style it, the conditioner makes it soft.

i quickly rinse off all the body wash and shampoo bubbly mess and i wrap myself in a robe and a towel over my head, at this point me and jack had matching hair, half brown, half blonde.

and the fans think its the cutest shit ever.

i sit infront of my full body mirror to blowdry my hair as jack has his breakfast, he comes back into the room with a bowl of cereal.

"mhm you are gonna straighten that?" his words slurry because of him chewing on the food.

"yeah i will, i cant let you steal the spotlight" i say as i turn off my blowdryer, putting my straightener to heat up and i look for my heat protectant in the drawers.

"where is my heat protectant" i look at him.

"uh..maybe in my dresser?" jack shrugs like a little boy who knows he's in trouble, he keeps stealing my spray and then storing away in the most random places.