I woke up with the noise coming from my alarm clock. I turned it off with my one hand and shot up. I went to fix the bed I slept in and washed myself. I wore my usual clothes, Jagk shirt, fitted pants, and a pair of my usual shoes. I ate my breakfast and left my house.
It's been a while since I've been back here after months of touring with the other bands. Many experiences, every places been filled with memories. Everything I treasured the most.
I stopped my tracks as I stand in front of a familiar house.
'Where have you been?' I thought to myself.
I'm Jack Barakat, guitarist in our band called All Time low. Of course you already know me. I've been with the guys touring and playing our songs. I'm finding a girl I've known for so long, but she's long gone. I don't know where and why she left me hanging.
Maybe you've always known me as the guy with lots of dick jokes and a womanizer but I gotta admit it, it's true. But there's a part of me that's too serious, a part that's been missing in me.
I realized that I've been staring at the empty house for too long. I decided to continue walking.
"Amelie, Where are you?"
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Memories That Fade Like Photographs (Jack Barakat - All Time Low fanfiction)
FanfictionAmelie and Jack were bestfriends since kids. One day, Amelie and her dad got in an accident which forced her family to move in New York. The boys didn't have a clue about it. She comes back to Baltimore and watch All Time Low's concert. Jack finds o...
