"Ali! Wake up! It's almost time to leave!"
"Fuck. What time is it?"
"Almost 11. We have to leave for tour in 30 minutes. Now get your ass up!" he yells as I feel a pillow smack against the side of my face.
I grumbled as I slowly roll out of bed not realizing I'm falling until I feel the back of my head smack against the wood floor.
"Ow! Shit! Fuck! That hurt!"
"Clutz." I hear Jack mumble under his breath.
"Shut up Barakat." I groan as I stand up with my hand on the back of my head. I suddenly developed a splitting headache.
"Alright, well I'm going to go make myself some cereal. Hurry up and pack."
"Kay. I'm gonna take a quick shower." I walk into the bathroom and start the shower.
I hop out of the shower and into a steamy bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and immediately see all the scars covering my hips. I immediately become over taken by a wave of depression but since today is supposed to be a happy day I just wrap myself in a towel and head back to my room.
I check the clock and realize I have 20 minutes to pack all my stuff and get ready.
Shit.
I throw on my black yoga shorts and a red Pierce The Veil bro tank not caring that my black lacey bra is completely visible from the side. I rush to get all my stuff packed and I do a mental checklist making sure I have plenty of clothes and all the other essential things like makeup, curling wand, flat iron, and toiletries.
I run into the bathroom again and stare at my reflection. I brush through my dark brown hair that hangs down to the middle of my back and thankfully my hair dries fairly straight so I don't need to worry about that right now. I decide that since I'm not having a major breakout I can go without makeup for today. Going without makeup makes my eyes more dramatic since brown kind of stands out against my slightly pale skin. I tried to tan over summer but I guess I just am too white for tanning.
I hear my phone buzz and notice it's a text from Vic. Since All Time Low is touring with Pierce The Veil the guys just decided to share a bus and they invited me to tag along. Since I had such a huge crush on Vic I of course jumped at the opportunity.
I unlocked my phone and read the text from Vic.
Vickyy: Hey Alison! We're on our way to Jack's house right now. Are you as excited as I am?! Because I'm pretty fucking excited!
I laugh to myself at Vic's adorableness.
Me: Are you excited for the tour or for being able to see me for two months straight?(;
I look at the message and wonder where all this sudden confidence came from. I can't help but get butterflies when thinking about being with Vic for a whole two months. Plus I get to be with all my best friends touring the states and going to places I've always wanted to visit.
Vickyy: Both. But maybe possibly a little more about the second one ;)
Ahhh!! Internal shriek!
Me: Contain yourself Vic. I'll see you soon.
I grab my duffle bags
and my purse and I walk into the living room to find Jack sitting on the couch watching Adventure Time and eating a huge bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I walk to the kitchen to pack my pills, making sure I have all three bottles. Prozac? Check. Zoloft? Check. Ritalin? Check.
I grab an apple and sit down with Jack.
"Vic'll be here any minute."
Jack just looks at me and starts smirking as he sets his bowl of cereal down on the coffee-table. I finish my apple and throw the core away. When I come back Jack is still grinning at me.
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We Go Together Or We Don't Go Down At All
Hayran KurguAlison Johnson, or Ali as her friends call her, has been friends with Jack Barakat since High School and became friends with all the guys from Pierce the Veil two years ago. The guys finally convince Ali to go on tour with All Time Low and Pierce t...