We've Got Unfinished Business

Chapter 2

Hey guys, chapter two. Also matt is still going to be manager; my heart can’t deal with him not being here in the story as well as real life.

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Alex-

I finally walked up the three steps into the bus with three extra-large pizzas in my hand, there are a lot of us and we all eat a lot, now that I think about it this probably won’t be enough…Jack is a pig. Everyone was sitting around watching ESPN while Vinny and Zack were hitting each other back and forth like little children. Our bus was pretty big, it had to be; we had me, Jack, Rian, Zack, Danny K, Matt, Jeff, Evan, Vinny, Ian, and Grieco.

“Oh thank fuck” Vinny and jack said almost simultaneously.

“Yeah sorry, subway took a while, but here” I said handing the boxes away to the hungry little children whose hands were reaching for it.

I went back to my bunk, past our tiny kitchen with a microwave, George Forman grill, mini fridge, and pantry that I couldn’t even fit myself into due to about six large bottles of ketchup. The price I pay to tour. I needed a minute away from all the noise, I go from my band and crew to meeting fans to playing music to practicing. Sometimes I need a minute, and this is one of those times. I feel a headache coming along. I move back my soft comforter and grab my phone while closing the curtain after climbing in.

I log into twitter and read the people I follows tweets, nothing special. I could go into my mentions, but those jalex supporters are adamant tweeters and I don’t really want to deal with it right now. I can hear every step and sound everyone on this bus is making so it takes some time for me to drift off into the black perfect sleep.

Harper-

*Thank you. You’re order has been processed and two tickets will be sent to 645 chrome street, NY, Apartment 34.*

I could feel a smile start to form on my pink think lips. I finally get to see the boys that I have drooled over in my dreams for years. All Time Low, here I come. I never really thought that seeing someone play music could make me this happy until I got the note that the tickets were on their way.

But for now, I couldn’t think about that, I had to work on the script that sent me into a comatose sleep in the subway. I couldn’t let one script affect me; I had to get over it. This is only my third try since living here, so what if it puts me to sleep reading it, it won’t when I’m acting it out for millions of people to see.

I really wish that were true.

But just as I got comfortable in my stars and stripes duvet, my Skype calling rang on my mac. Sometimes a little peace would be great. But I shouldn’t complain, it could be worse. I could be one of those guys in that one direction band who has to deal with girls that scream so high and loud it breaks ear drums.

I turned on my webcam and pressed the glowing green answer button.

“Hello ass.” He’s so sweet to me, let me tell ya.

“Hi Justin, look I’m busy, what’s up?”

“I need a favor...” his favors always result in me getting in trouble, but I owe him for something I’m sure. “I need you to let me and Robert come stay with you for a week or so”, he finished. He had the look on his face saying ‘forget every prank I’ve pulled, I love you, oh my god please’.

“Ew. Why would you do that?” I asked. I love my brothers, but I just got away from them, and it is a nice feeling not fearing for my life by all the pranks they pull. They say it’s the brotherly duty.

“Basketball, Harp! We’re getting tickets to a few games and since you live up there its perfect” not perfect. One hundred percent unperfect.

“Jay, I need to study lines and focus on starting my career. I’m eighteen, I have to start now, and you know that” I felt bad saying this but he needs to understand.

“Harper, we’ll stay out of the way for the love of god please” he said, and then a smirk appeared on his face, which had only one dimple as well, “we’re coming up there whether you say yes or no, we already got tickets and everything”.

Motherfucker, of course they had. Why?! What did I do to deserve to have a 19 and 21 year old come stay with me. I was eighteen. I didn’t conceive them. I don’t even want to think about that. I have shit to do. I have lines to memorize, I have to practice these lines, I have food to buy, clothes to shop for, and albums to obsess over. Come on.

“Harper”

“Harper”

“Fucking hell, HARPER!”

“Sorry! I was just realizing that I now have two grown ass guys coming to my clean apartment where I have to practice lines in and get stuff done. I’m stressing jay”

“Relax, we’ll be out of your hair fast enough, it will be like old times” yeah old times. I get Goosebumps thinking about those terrible old times where it was torture Harper because she’s the youngest.

“Fine. But just know, I’m going to be busy, I won’t have time to deal with anything”

“That’s fine, see you in two weeks baby sis.” He smiled a genuine smile, told me he loved me and that mom would call later, then he was gone. I’m gonna rip my hair out, why did I agree to this?

I got back in bed, grabbed my script, and continued reading the most boring script I’ve ever read.

Alex- (3 days later)

Have you ever cared about something so much that when you do the said something you are even happier than cloud nine? That’s how I feel performing. Yes, sometimes I need a minute to take it all in and sleep in the middle of the day, but right now, this is what I live for. All of these people looking up to me from the crowd is enough to make me feel like I can do a back flip off a unicorn into a sea of candy. Bad analogy, but it doesn’t matter.

I was in the process of putting my “ears” in so the crowd doesn’t blow my ear drums. I had on a Blink 182 t-shirt and American flag skinny jeans. I looked at my set list one more time, making sure nothing was out of memory. I could hear the crowd buzzing and it almost put me into a high.

We were playing Terminal 5, a music venue in New York. You Me at Six had come off about twenty five minutes ago. I could see Jack staring at his guitar, slowly running his finger over the chords, just trying to make sure he didn’t forget anything as well. Rian was getting ready to walk back stage to his drums. Zack walked up and pat my back, signaling for me to have a good show. Matt and Matt walked out, while zack and Jack also ran out. The crowd had already been chanting “All Time Low” so that was my queue.

I ran out and who did I see? Miss blue eyes. Well fuck me, this was gonna be a good show.

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