Somewhere in Neverland (An All Time Low Fan Fic)

6) Distination One

"Come on, Matt, can't you go any faster?" Jack groaned as we zoomed down the interstate in the tour bus, Matt driving of course.

"We're going to be there in exactly three minutes." Matt called back, annoyed.

"Well, make it two minutes." Jack snapped back, and winked at us, showing his actions were only being used to get a riot out of Matt.

I heard Matt mumbling something more and then the accelerator sounded and soon enough we were flying into the parking lot of the arena in Seattle. We had been on the road for a whole day. We drove nonstop for thirty whole hours, with Matt and Mason changing up the driving, we hadn't needed to stop once, which was exactly what the boys wanted.

"Aw, fuck! No no no no. NO!!!" Alex cried, pressing his face and both hands up to the window. He looked like a little kid peering into a candy shop.

"What is it?" We all called as the rest of the boys piled up at the window.

"Oh, shit! How did they get here?" Rian spat.

"We got in front of them, like, in Nebraska!" Zack input.

"Who is it?" Noelle and I said, more or less simultaneously.

"Mayday fucking Parade." Jack grumbled, while I squealed. They were my all time favorite band, hell I had their lyrics tattooed on my side. I couldn't wait to meet them.

"Don't act too upset that we lost the race, MaKenna." Alex said sarcastically and then smirked. I flashed a smile back and clambered out of the stuffy bus. The rest of the bus's occupants followed, and together we unloaded and began walking to the stage All Time Low would be performing at in just a few hours.

"Oh, look, they're finally here." A voice laughed behind us as we began setting up. I looked over to see the bearded group known as Mayday Parade.

"Oh, fuck off." Alex glared, but then busted out laughing and strode over to the guy in the middle, Derek, and clapping hands with him. "How are you, man?"

"I'm good. Great actually, considering we just beat you losers." Derek laughed and began pulling away instruments and hooking up speakers.

"The crowd out there is fucking crazy. We've been here about fifteen minutes and I've already gotten attacked at least four times." The ginger standing beside Derek, Brooks, laughed as we followed them to the edge of the tent we were occupying, just enough to peek around and gaze over the crowd.

"Fucking crazy." Jack confirmed and continued strumming his guitar lazily.

This carried on for another hour. Bands showed up, we greeted them, and then helped them unload. After another hour of just sitting and waiting, All Time Low was announced to head to center stage; they would be preforming in fifteen minutes.

"Okay, Kenna, come on." Noelle grabbed my hand and began to lead me away from the tent, in the opposite direction of the stage.

"Where are you two going?" Alex asked, more curious than accusing.

"Yeah, you have to actually watch the band you came on tour with preform." Rian laughed and I smiled over at him, glancing at Noelle for answers.

"We're gonna watch from the crowd. You know, front row seats." She winked.

"Oh, hell no you're not." Jack said, and every face turned toward him. He didn't look at any of them; his eyes only bore straight into Noelle's.

"Excuse me?" Noelle withdrew, almost physically taken aback.

"You're not going out there." Jack said, his voice forceful. All traces of the happy, immature stature on his face only moments before were gone.

"Oh, and why the hell not? You can't tell me where to go or what to do. You're not my fucking dad, jack Barakat." Noelle spat and Jack glared. I glanced between the two. If looks could kill, both of them would have been dead only moments before.

"Whatever. Watch wherever the hell you want to watch from. I don't really care if you fucking watch me anyway." Jack spat and turned to leave, brushing and stunned and pissed Noelle off as he grabbed his guitar and headed toward stage, where All Time Low were receiving their last call.

"What in the world...?" I asked, amazed at the heavy argument that went on between Noelle and Jack. They'd known each other only a few weeks, and already were arguing and cussing at each other like two enemies.

"He's just an idiot." Noelle tried to brush the whole thing off, but as we continued walking towards the crowds, only I could see the deep hurt in her eyes.