All Time Low Oneshots

Arrogant boy - Alex

All Time Low? Best band in the whole world?
Alex Gaskarth? Probably the most vain and selfish and stupid guy in the world... Or not?

Sometimes life as a fangirl is not that easy... I know that.
I love All Time Low. I love them with all my heart. From the second I heard 'So Wrong, I's Right' I couldn't stop listening to their music. Even now, nearly three years later, I'm still totally in love with everything they do.
But there's one little thing that I actually don't like.
I don't like Alex. His voice is amazing, and so are his songwriting and guitar skills, but I just can't stand him. He seems so caught up in himself. I know there are so many fans saying that he's so nice and hugs them, tells them he loves them, takes his time for them and everything but I don't know... I just think he's some arrogant guy, who loves himself. Just himself and nothing more.
"Look! Man, I got some pretty cool pictures!", my friend Emily interrupts my thoughts about Alex Gaskarth. She's looking at her camera and I look over her shoulder. As I expected she made tons of pictures of just Alex. She is what you call an Alex-Girl.
We were best friends since we met at our first All Time Low concert and nothing could come between us - only Alex.

I sigh and press my lips into a thin line.
"Have you made at least one picture of the rest of the band?"
"Of course!", she exclaims and clicks through tons of little Alex' on the little screen, until she gets to a picture of Zack: "See!"
"Wow. I'm impressed!", I giggle and she slaps me lightly.
"I need to pee!", she pouts in my direction.
"Me too... Do you know where the toilets are?"
She shrugs, stuffs her camera into her little bag and drags me along the hallways of the building. We come along some signs for toilets but as we follow them the halls grow more crowded. Finally we turn around a corner and there are two really long queues.
"Shit", I say, but a little hand clamps around my wrist.
"Come one... They won't have just one toilet in this whole building", Emily says and drags me all the way back. She thinks our best chance is upstairs. So we walk up the first staircase we find. There are more halls and we just wander around.
After a few minutes we actually stumble across a door with a little man on it.
"Aaaaand here's the pink girl!", Emily laughs and opens the opposite door. We walk in and we both disappear into a stall to pee. Much happier we exit the bathroom and talk animatedly about the concert.
I look back at Emily and this is a really bad mistake. I run into something solid and fall down ass first on the floor.
"OUCH!", I exclaim and Em starts laughing.
"What the?!"
"Oh my god! Sorry! I didn't see you two!"
I look up to a hand being held out to me. I take it thankfully and stand up.
"It's okay. I wasn't looking eith- Hey!"
Once I'm on my feet again I look up into a pair of warm brown eyes framed with wild brown hair and a kind of cute smirk. It's Alex!
I blink a few times and just stare silently at him.
"You'll catch flies", he smirks and his fingers reach for my chin. He touchs it and lightly pushs my chin up.
"Don't touch me!", I spit at him.
"Woah!", he immediately draws his hand away and helds both of them up in surrender: "Sorry!"
I get a not so light jab in my gut as Emily makes her way to Alex.
"Oh my god! I can't believe we met you! I'm such a big fan! I love you!", she babbles and I roll my eyes. Alex laughs fondly and smiles down at my friend. I snort and cross my arms over my chest. But Emily and Alex both just totally ignore me and start to talk about total shit with each other. They laugh their asses of, as they take a few pictures together and he signs her CD for her.
"Are you finally ready?", I snap at Emily after I realise she already spoke for about fifteen Minutes with this douchebag.
"What's crawled up her ass and died there?", Alex nods in my direction and I send a death glare his way: "Your stupid face maybe?"
I receive another slap of my bestie and rub my hand over my hurting shoulder.
"Isn't she a fan of All Time Low?"
"Oh, I am. And you know, I'm actually with you here and I can hear you! So you can actually talk to me and not just to Emily", I bawl at him.
He opens his mouth to say something back, but at the same time another voice sounds down the hall.
"Lex! Where the hell are you?! I told you, you don't need to wank all alone in the loo! We could do it- Hey... Pretty ladies! Man, how do you even find them in the bathroom?", Jack shouts as he walks over to us.
My mood instantly gets better and I beam at the black haired man.
"Jack!"
"Yep, that's my name. Remember it so you can scream it all night", he winks at me and I giggle and blush: "I will!"
"What's up Jack?", Alex turns to his friend.
"Matt wants us back to shower if we want to go partying", Jack informs him and then smiles at Emily and me: "What about you, girls? Are you here to party?!", he shouts and we both start to laugh.
"Of course!", I laugh ironically and roll my eyes. Emily nods her head.
"Then come on", Alex smiles down at us and begins to walk of.
Emily and I just stare at each other.
"WAIT! This is a joke, right?", she asks. The two boys swirl around to face us.
"No! Why should it be?", Alex asks with a stupid expression on his face.
"Yeah! We'd love to party and hook up with some hot girls!", Jack adds.

So a few hours later we're still behind the concert hall in the All Time Low bus. I have to say I always thought all the groupies lied about them staying with the band after the show, but wow. Now I'm one of them. And I'm really one of them. Jack is flirting with me all the time and gets me to drink cup after cup of some beer and heavier stuff. I can't even walk on my own anymore, but that's okay, cause the couch in the back of the bus is really comfy. I snuggle a little deeper into the fluffy cushions and wait for Jack and Zack with my next drink. Something they invented themselves and they swore it's so good, I never want to drink something else.
I giggle at how cute and excited they were, when they asked me to taste it.
"Why are you all giggly?"
I look up to smile at a stumbling Jack or really cute and flustered Zack, but no such luck. Alex leans at the doorframe and sends me his best drunken smile. His eyes are clouded and when the tries to walk over to me he trips over nothing and lands chuckling next to me.
"What do you want?", I ask pouting. I really want Jack or Zack with me - not stupid Alex.
"Emily told me you hate me", he says and actually sounds really sad.
"I don't exactly hate you. I just don't like you. Where is Zacky?", I whine.
"Back in the kitchen trying to mix you his death-drink... Why don't you like me?", he whines back.
"Cause you're stupid and vain and cocky and stuck up and bragging and..."
"Okay, okay... I get it. Why do you think so?", he tilts his head a bit and a strand of his hair falls into his eyes. I have the urge to tuck it back up but don't do it. Instead I shrug.
"You wanna know something about me?", he asks and makes himself comfortable beside me on the couch. He slides on the couch until he can lean with his shoulder against the backrest und lays his head down on it.
"I'm actually pretty unsure about myself. I'm not really confident", he says and licks his lips.
"No way", I shake my head no, not believing him.
"Yes. I don't like my hair. I think it looks stupid and like some hairstyle a scarecrow would have. I think I'm fat, I have weirdly thick eyebrows and my songs are probably pretty shitty. I was never a cool kid and never had that much friends. I'm just a weirdo. I just have the luck to have a decent voice and some amazing friends and bandmates", he explains lowly and stares right through me.
I stay silent for a while, just cause I don't know what I should say. I doesn't sound like he made it up and even though my vision is a bit blurry and my head is spinning a bit I think I can see in his eyes, that he actually means all of it.
He focuses on me again.
"We have the best drink ever for you!", Jack shouts and giggling he stumbles with Zack through the little hallway to Alex and me.
"Hey! You have Emily! Let me have a girl for once!", Jack pouts, when he sees Alex sitting with me.
"Not trying to steal your girl, Jacky", Alex smiles up at his friend. Jack grins brightly and he and Zack flop down on both sides of me. Zack hands me a red cup with some weird smelling liquid in it.
I sip it on Jacks request and... Mhm...
"Wow, that tastes pretty good boys!"

We stay nearly the whole night and even though I don't speak much to Alex, after his little confession I see him in a different light.
I see his constant tugging and touching of his hair now as a nervous habit and his glances at everything that reflects, as a habit to check if he looks okay or if he has to do something about it. I don't think he just loves to look at himself anymore. I feel actually bad for him, when Zack and Rian show off their muscles and he jokes about him being the sexiest and fittest, because I can see that he turns around and his happy face falls for a second...

We never met All Time Low again. It was just this one party night. I didn't hook up with either Jack or Zack and Emily didn't hook up with Alex or any of the other guys. We didn't exchange numbers, cause we knew it was a one time thing.
But this one time thing changed my view on frontman Alex Gaskarth.
And I know I now, that not every stuck up person is bad. Sometimes an arrogant boy just has to love himself, so no one else has to. Just like Alex sings every time he sings Therapy.