Weightless (All Time Low)

This is How I Disappear

A.G.

"So I just got off the phone with Vivian from ETE." I say, while chewing my shit-burger from McDonalds. "And I just talked to Ivy." Jack replies. Rian drinks some of his Starbucks, that fucking white girl, while Zack just kinda sits there and messes around on his phone. "No calling dibs on them, Jack!" Rian exclaims. "What about Alex? He always does that shit too...." Jack says. "Shut the fuck up Jack." I say.
"No!"
"Jack I will kick you so hard in the balls..."
"I don't give a fuck, Lex!"
"Oh you will later!"
"LADIES PLEASE!" Zack shouts, interrupting our argument. "Okay, fine. Who's idea was it to eat at shit-donalds anyways?" I ask. "Yours." They all respond. I flip them off and finish off my coke, then I stand up and push Jack onto the ground so I can get out of the booth. "I'm going to pack at home, we leave in about an hour and a half, guys." I say. "Bye Lexy! I love you!" Jack says, hugging me and dramatically kissing my cheek. "Fuck, Jack, I don't give a shrek if you love me or not." I reply, pushing him off of me as he fakes hurt. "Bye, Lex." Zack and Rian say. Jack pouts at me, so i ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, just so that the homophobic people in this place can learn that gay IS okay.

I sigh as I walk into my house, I'm really pathetic.
Wow, shocker, Alex Gaskarth thinks he's pathetic. Call Alternative Press or Kerrang!
We leave so soon, we get a flight to NYC where our bus gets us.
Yeah, we get our bus there.
I'll just have to control myself on the plane, then it'll all be over and I can get onto my new home for the next few months.
What if I forget the lyrics?
What if I hit my head again?
What if nobody shows up for our set?
What if...
See, this is what I do to myself.
I 'what if' so much that my mind gets so worried, then I get stressed.
I should pack now, shouldn't I?
Yes, I should.
Wow, Alex. Answering yourself? Good job by you.

Fucking finally this damned flight is almost landing. I love New York City, it's one of my favorite cities to play in.
Jack's sound asleep in his seat by the aisle, right next to me, with his head on my shoulder and his arm cuddled into me.
Now I understand why everyone ships Jalex.
I guess I'll call Vivian, just to see if we're still on for meeting, not because I love her voice.
Totally not because I love her voice.
One ring, two ring, one half ring.
"Hello?" A male voice asks. "Is this Vivian? It's Alex Gaskarth, from All Time Low." I reply. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALEX GASKARTH HOLY SHIT. I LOVE YOUR BAND!" The male says, his voice cracking. "I love you too! Can I talk to your sister now?" I ask in response. "VIV! ALEX IS ON THE PHONE!" He shouts, exaggerating the O in Phone. "COMING!" A female shouts, presumably Vivian. I hear some rustling and a few hushed whispers, then I hear a really beautiful voice answer. "Hello?" She asks. "Hey, Vivian. Since we leave soon, and it shouldn't take too long to get there, would you like to, uh, go for a coffee to, y'know, get comfortable with each other?" I suggest, feeling my face get bright red, even though she can't see me. "Uh, sure! Sounds good, you should bring your band members, I'll bring mine too! Then we can have each member sit with their counterpart or whatever." She replies.
God damn, her voice.
"Well we only have four members, you guys have five." I say. "That's okay, we'll figure it out. Well, I have to go before my little brother dies from fangirling since he talked to you. Bye Lex!" She says cheerily. "B-Bye... Viv?" I reply, hanging up the phone. I sigh, leaning against my wall, and running my fingers through my hair.
She sounds absolutely perfect.

A/N: HELLO ALL! I AM TYRA! Or you can just refer to me as Ty. Idc. Well, I write as Alex in this here story. I also run the wattpad account @zomgbands. I have three stories on there, an Alex Gaskarth story, a Jalex oneshot, and my current Jack Barakat story. Give those a read too. That is all, although, remember kids:
Use protection.
Eat your pizza responsibly.
And,
Don't wear high-heels when racing in a 5k race.
Stay perfect.
Good day.