All Time... WHO STOLE MY SKETCH BOOK!? (An All Time Low Fan Fic)

Chapter 2 the beginning, or the end?

         I'm starting to regret this. Everything I have built over four years, is now gone. And I can't bail now. Jack somehow got hold of my number, probably thanks to Matt, and has been calling me non-stop. I felt bad not answering, but how could I? I mean, I haven't talked to him in years, his voice probably got so deep. I chuckled at the thought of him with a voice eight octaves lower.

               Matt and I worked out the details that I would meet them when they came to Boston tomorrow. I won't miss anything because Boston is the third stop on Warped so I would have still a lot of time with them. I would catch a ride from my friend there then meet this guy at the gate for the tour buses, give him my name, he'll let me in, then text Matt and they'll find me. Not exactly specific but, hey, it would work. And then, I'll see my best friends for the first time in four years. I'm already having anxiety at the thought of it.

           I started packing, threw my suitcase onto my deep red duvet and walked over to my closet. God, what am I going to wear? I dragged out a two pairs of black skinny jeans, three short shorts, and three pairs that went either a bit above or a bit bellow my knees. I tossed them all behind me ontop of the bed. I grabbed basically all my shirts and heaved them ontop of the suitcase. Underwear, bras, and a pair of flip flips plus black hightop chucks. I'd wear my other pair the day of. 

                  I decided just to bring my backpack full of art stuff and personal items. I packed that yesterday so I would be ready for tomorrow. I decided to pack light. On suitcase, one backpack.

                Fiddling around on my computer I searched up one of my favorite songs on youtube and put it on full volume, to ease my nerves.

               Say my name and his in the same breath

                 I started to sing alone softly while cramming everything into my black suitcase, but when it came to the "I dont care!" I lost it.

                "I. DON'T. CARE WHACHA THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flipping my middle finger, letting out all my frustrations. I jumped ontop of my bed and snatched my hairbrush, and put it to my mouth, pretending it was a microphone.

                      "I said a I DON'T CARE!" I yelled into my "microphone" and jumped on my bed, careful not to hit the suitcase.

                      "Well, look what we have here! Our little girl is growing up from the quiet, shy imp that she was to a rockstar!" A voice from the doorway to my bed room cried in happiness. 

                        "You go girl!" Another voice yelled, this time deeper. I stopped singing imediatly and whiped my head around to see who was at the doorway. 

                       "Stacey! Ari! What the hell!?" I yelled at them and jumped off the bed. Stacey, my roomates/bestfriend walked into my room with Ari, our gay best friend, right behind her. 

                                 Stacey is the typical blond-haired, blue-eyed model like California surfer girl. She's gorgeous in every way, she recently dyed the tips of her hair blue with my help in the bathroom. As in, last night. She always wore short shorts and a tank top, like right now, and was the person to make me start wearing those. She quickly ran over to me, barefeet slapping against the wooden floor of my room and caught me in a hug. I reluctantly put my arms around her and smiled.

                                 "You should sing for Alex and Jack and them!" Stacey said excitedly. I told her everything about All Time Low and my history a while ago when we first became roomates. She was the only one I trusted. She caught me trying to cut myself in the bathroom the first night and I just spilled everything out. That was the night I stopped cutting. And, she was the first person who didn't run away afterwards, or seeing my scars. She was the one that took me into her apartment and helped me slim down. Needless to say, I trust this girl with my life.

                                "No! Nope, don't even think of it!" I yelled before she got any ideas and back away from the hug. 

                                  Ari, being the muscular man that he is, picked me up into a hug and spun me around. His long side-shaved blue hair got in my mouth. I tried to spit it out. 

                                "Hey," He said seriously, putting my down on the bed, "You have to let me know if any cute guys are on the tour." 

                                  "You'll be the first one I tell. I promise." I held out my pinky, which he eagerly grabbed in his.

                                       "And get a guy for yourself now will you?I'm hungry." He prodded and let go of my pinky.

                                 "I dont want a boyfriend!" I yelled at him as he left the room for the kitchen, probably to get something to eat. I turned to Stacey. She clasped her hands together and rubbed them eagerly.

                                     "In the morning before I drive you, we're giving you a makeover." She said and came over to my suitcase and helped my cram stuff in. 

                                 "What am I going to say?" I asked Stacey as she jumped ontop of it and sat down. I began trying to zip it up.

                                        "Hi?" She stated as if it were obvious. I rolled my eyes.

                               "Really? I mean for real though, like, I haven't see their faces in four years." I said, and grunted arfterward trying to get past a tough spot for the zipper.

                                 "You haven't looked them up online?" She asked incredulously. I'm halfway done with the zipper.

                                  "I can't bring myself to do it. I mean, how can I?" I stopped trying to zip the suitcase and lay down on part of the bed next to it. I stared at the ceiling.

                                    "I moved away at the end of highschool to here, because I wanted a new life. I mean, if they got one, why shouldn't I? I mean my parents didn't give a damn, my bestfriends were leaving me, so I guess I just left to. I love them still though, I'm still connected to them. I just am only connected by email and an emergency phone number to Matt, who only spilled my phone number  to Jack about three days ago. I just, dont want to hurt them, you know? Life was shitty and they helped me, so much. I try and do the same for them now but, art isn't always enough. I...I'm just so confused. Am I doing what's right?" I asked the wall above me, then turned to Stacey.

                                        "Your doing it because you love them. I bet they'll understand. They left you, you left. You just went your separate ways. You were still hurt, so you didn't want to be in contact with them, but still want to be a part of their lives. " Stacey said and gave me a small smile. 

                                   "I'm still trying to be part of their lives but I just can't bring myself to get close enough." I sighed and realized how stubborn you have to be to be mad at someone for four years.

                                              "Kay, let yourself. If they're trying to give you all these chances, take them. And don't look back." Stacey said, hopped off the suitcase and pulled me up off the bed. I grabbed her into a hug.

                                 "Get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow."

                                   You're telling me...