I Don't Want To Say Goodnight (All Time Low Fanfic)

Chapter 11.

Well hi there. It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that. Everything has been so crazy these last couple of months, especially because of school but my exams are almost finished now so I'll definitely be on here more.

On a different note, HOLY SHIT THIS HAS OVER 6K READS. I know.that's not a lot for some people but for me that is a m a z i n g. So yeah, hope this doesn't completely suck. If you've stuck with this story and waited for almost four months then I love you so much. Thank you for reading and voting and commenting and fanning and gaahhh, you're all the best :) x x

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Sam and I made our way into the front lounge to find everyone already gathered and waiting on us.

"Okay, now that we're all here, I have a couple of things I need to say. First of all, since today is the first day, there's no show. You guys have the entire night to do whatever you want. There's a barbecue for all the bands and crews to get to know each other. Have fun but please, don't get too drunk. You have to play tomorrow and a hungover show is never fun." Every single person rolled their eyes at Matt's speech. Even he knew we would all end up pissed out of our minds. "I think that's it. So, if you guys don't have any questions, all that's left to say is welcome to Warped Tour 2012!"

A loud cheer echoed throughout the bus. A few people immediately headed for the door but I stayed back for a few seconds. "Hey, Sam, can you wait on me for a couple of minutes? I want to get changed."

I glanced down at my scruffy jeans, tee and over-sized hoodie. It was comfy to travel in but it wasn't exactly appropriate attire for an almost-party with my favourite band members. He nodded and I scurried off to the bunks to snatch some clothes from my suitcase. I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and a British flag singlet. Since the bunks were completely deserted, I decided it was safe to get changed. I stripped my t-shirt over my head, only to get it stuck in the process. I was hopping around blind, desperately yanking at the shirt.

"You know if you wanted to have sex with me, you could have just said. You didn't have try and seduce me with this sexy t-shirt dance," an amused voice chucked from behind me. I groaned and turned to face him.

"Jack, you know you could help me instead of just standing there."

"I could, but I'm kind of enjoying the view right now." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. I swung my left leg out in what I hoped was the general direction of his body. I felt it connect with something and grinned triumphantly when his groan echoed throughout the bunks. I chuckled in amusement at his pain. That would teach him to be a pervert towards me.

"Alright, jeez. I'll help you, just promise not to hit me again," he muttered. I felt him remove my hands and he began to pull at the fabric. A few seconds later, I was staring him in the face, my shirt lying in a heap on the floor.

"Thanks Jacky, but I make no such promises," I winked and pulled my clean singlet over my head with much more ease. He pouted and I couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and chucked it in my suitcase. "Turn around, I need to put my shorts on."

He sighed but did as I told him. Within a few seconds I had changed into shorts, slipped on a pair of vans and heaped bracelets on my wrist. I pulled my hair out of its bobble and left it flowing over my shoulders in its natural wavy state.

"Okay, we're good to go," I huffed as I pulled on Jack's arm, yanking him towards the lounge. The bus was completely deserted except for Sam and Alex, who were waiting patiently on us.

"Finally," Sam moaned. "You two took your time."

"Sorry-"

"We were having sex," Jack interjected. I shot him a deadly glare and noticed Alex doing the same. Sam simply smirked. "Jeez, tough crowd. You guys need some alcohol in you to lighten up."