Somewhere in Neverland (An All Time Low Fan Fic)

3) An Intoduction is Necessary

"Hotel television is gag worthy." Noelle aimlessly spat as the channels flipped before my eyes. I glanced up from the flowered journal I was scribbling in: my poem journal. "Would you like mating elephants or anime?"

"Anime works for me." I said, my voice oozing sarcasm, but Noelle understood the mating elephants would arouse an even worse reaction, and settled for Japanese fighters, although attention from both of us was barely paid towards the barely audible box.

"So, what should we do today? We've only got another few days in Baltimore. We should make the most of it." Noelle asked after a few silent moments.

"It doesn't matter to me." I shrugged, not caring enough to look up from the blank page of my notebook that I'd been staring at for the past hour.

"Kenna, liven up." Noelle scolded and swung her head off the bed to look at me better as her ginger hair swam in a large sheet beside her.

"They're fighting again, Noelle." I sighed. I was talking about my parents, of course. Well, my one parent and my stepfather; I didn't ever consider him as a parent, the fact that he wasn't even old enough to be my real father.

I knew he was the sole problem of the dysfunction in my immediate family. Whenever he travelled home from work, he would constantly nag my mother about how she can't seem to raise her kids right, me about how I never make it away from my room and have a smile on my face. Today, it was the former.

It broke my heart to see my mother put herself in that kind of situation, because I knew for a fact she wasn't happy. Not only did he fight with her, he drank. That was the worst. He would drink and drink until I doubted he could see straight, demanding love from my mother. It was sickening.

And to this day, I've never actually been able to discover why my mother and father broke away from each other; why my mother left him. It seemed like an impossible thing to do, if not stupid and reckless. I still wondered why my mother would turn away from my father, an attractive and successful professional baseball player, to this man, a disgusting redneck from south Georgia.

"Yeah, well let's get out of here. Come on." Noelle grabbed our tote-like purses along with my arm and led me out of the hotel room and down the elevator.

"We have no car, Noelle. Mason is taking it to go meet up with his band in like, five minutes," I voiced as we stopped abruptly in the parking lot.

"Well, then I guess we better be in that car when it leaves." She smirked and winked over at me, before grabbing my arm once again and heading towards the white vehicle.

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ALEX'S P.O.V.

“Whooooo!” Jack screamed from the chair beside me, something he’d been doing after the three Rockstars we’d consumed a piece over the course of the morning.

“Why we’re even in the studio today, I don’t know.” I grumbled, feeling the opposite effects of the energy drinks. I pulled at a loose strand in the cream colored beanie I was sporting as Matt turned to answer my rhetorical question.

“You’re here because we have to make last minute preparations for your summer tour, and the rest of the band needs to meet this new guitar tech we’ve got. We have to make sure he’s eligible to actually BE our tech.” Matt turned back to the papers he was flipping through.

“Liven up, Alex. We’re about to go on tour again! It’s going to be so much fun! Single, extremely handsome, and ready to mingle.” Jack laughed loudly and clapped my back.

“I’m NOT single, Jack.” I mumbled, but Jack just scoffed.