Band Camp [All Time Low- Jack Barakat fanfic]

♡ Chapter 1 ♡

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            “Are you packed?” My friend, Katrina asked, just walking into my house uninvited. I was sitting on the couch eating potato chips and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

            I paused mid-chip in mouth. “What am I packed for?” I asked innocently, going back to eating my chip.

            “What do you mean what are you packed for? We have to go to Band Camp like, right now. Aubrey, we’ve had this planned for months!” Katrina yelled, pulling me off the couch and pulling me upstairs.

            “But Tumblr...” I pouted.

            “There’s internet up there,” Katrina muttered, pulling me into my room and taking my suitcase out of my closet. She began stuffing pretty much every article of my clothing into the bag.

            “Wait, how long are we going to this, Band Camp?” I asked, licking the salt off my fingers from the chips I just ate.

            “It’s for a month, and it brings a bunch of bands together to practice and write songs and then at the end they all do a concert together where all of the fans are invited. You’ve been explained this a billion times before,” she said, zipping up my bag and throwing it at me.

            “I have a short term memory, Katrina. The only thing I can remember is how to play the guitar and the notes in our songs. There’s a reason I choose to forget about a summer camp,” I shot, following her down the stairs.

            “Bye, Mrs. Robertson. Aubrey will be back in a month,” Katrina said, not turning to see my mom sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea. Hm, I wonder how long she’s been there for.

            “Bye mom!” I said before following Katrina out the door to our huge tour bus that was parked on the road. I was part of a four member punk band called Platinum Edition and I was the lead guitarist, and Katrina was the lead singer. The other members are Steve, who’s the bassist, and Brett, the drummer.

            When we got in the tour bus, I collapsed on my favourite couch. Steve was sitting on the couch across from me, and Katrina went to sit in a small booth with Brett. Steve and I have this theory that Katrina and Brett secretly love each other and we always make fun of them by calling them Batrina.

            Steve laughed at me. “What took you so long?” He asked.

            “Apparently we’re going to some band camp or something,” I said, emotionlessly, pulling my phone of out my pocket.

            Steve laughed again. “And you didn’t know about this three months ago when you chipped in to pay for our cabin?”

            I looked up from my phone in surprise. “Was I drunk?”

            “No... you were pretty sober.”

            “Well then... I think you guys might need to get me checked by a doctor because I don’t remember any of this,” I said, turning back to my phone and going on Tumblr. Tumblr was my favourite place to be because no one knew I was famous and I could blog about band people all I wanted and no one even cared.

            When I went to check my blog, I noticed I had one message in my inbox. I reluctantly clicked on it, afraid it was going to be a death threat or a creepy old man because no one ever talks to me on Tumblr.