Band Imagines/One-Shots

I Intend To Be Your Last // Alex Gaskarth

You laughed as you ran through the streets, your best friend trailing fast behind you. It was raining outside, not absolutely pouring, but enough to where your sweater was a bit wet, and your hair was dripping.

You went down an alleyway, knowing it didn't end.

You knew the streets around Baltimore well. Why was that? Because you had lived on them.

Before your best friend found you, you were starving, dehydrated, dying.

But then he found you, took you in, and now you traveled with his band. All Time Low. You were their Merch girl, their sassy bodyguard, their honest opinions. You were their comforter when they had things tearing them down. You were everything to them.

You looked back to see how far away your best friend was, until someone grabbed you and put you over their shoulder, making you scream in pure panic, and look at your attacker.

"Gotcha!" Rian's laughing voice spoke. You let out a sigh of relief, and smacked him on the back.

"Dammit, you ass!" He chuckled lightly and carefully put you down on your feet.

"But you love me." You grinned, and wrapped your arms around Rian's torso, your cheek against his chest, and mumbled.

"I really do." You mumbled, a soft smile spreading on your face. You were so grateful for your best friend. So so grateful.

Rian smiled more and pulled away, motioning the opposite way.

"C'mon, lets get back. I'm sure the children are worried." He teased about his 3 best friends back in the hotel room you all were sharing.

God, 4 guys and 1 girl in a hotel room. You could handle the boys, but Jack was messy enough for all 5 of you.

But you would worry about that later.

When you and Rian walked in the door, you were instantly swept up into the arms of Jack Barakat, who grinned and took off running with you bridal style.

"I got the princess!!!" You sighed at someone else picking you up, and hit his back.

"Jack Barakat, put me down right now, or so help me, you'll wake up with duct tape on your mouth, and I'll rip your beard right out!"

Jack set you down on the bed, and laughed.

"Kinky. I like it." You rolled your eyes, and kicked him back with your foot to his stomach.

"You know I'm not into that." You mumbled, looking down.

The reason being, you were in love.

You were in love.

Frank Iero.

Your first love.

But things went wrong in your relationship.

Things went terribly wrong, and your heart was broken, and because of that, you held yourself back. You stayed away from people, and kept to yourself. You stopped caring, and your trust only went as far as Rian. He was the only one you gave your everything, and all your secrets.

He was the only one you could trust.

Why wouldn't he be? He was practically your brother. Not blood-related.

Jack pulled you out of your thoughts, by lifting your chin with a finger.

"I know. But that doesn't change the fact I love you." He smiled softly and leaned in, kissing your cheek. You laughed at his beard itching you, making him smirk and start rubbing his beard against your cheek, making you squeal and laugh, trying to get away.