Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies (An All Time Low fanfic)

Chapter 10: Nice Guys and Douche Bags

We walked up the stairwell to the apartment, Rian opened the door and his smile almost blinded me, like ok Rian, that's enough teeth whitener.

"Hey, is this Hope?" was the first thing he said, I was astounded.

"Yeah, wait- how do you know me?" I said letting myself in. There were skateboards and weights all over the living room, and sitting on the couch was Zack and Jack playing what I assumed was Call of Duty, I've seen youtube comentaries on it and I thought it was awesome. All over the walls were pictures of vintage, hipster type photos. 

"Alex called and told us he was picking you up and bringing you here. Jack told us all about you, Nice shirt by the way." I looked down at my Blink-182 shirt, but before I could thank him, he asked, "So where are we eating?"

"Hold on, pause it." Jack said, standing up and walking over and he hugged me. Tight. "Hope everythings okay, thanks for standing up for us." I almost started crying. why did everybody care so much? I started sobbing into his shirt and he carried me over to the couch and held me as I curled into a ball. "Woah, woah. What happened? No one told me!" Zack said.

"Me neither!" Rian said.

I pulled away and started to fake smile, this wasn't exactly the best first impression. "Nothing. I'm fine. Jack just uh... smells good." I don't know what I was even saying anymore but I didn't care. "Let's go eat lunch." I stood up and walked over to Alex's waiting arm and it rested on my shoulders, Jacks arm around my waist.

We walked down the stairs and into Alex's car. Alex drove, Jack sat shotgun and I was squished between Zack and Rian. For some reason, I thought Zack didn't like me just like when I met Alex. Rian probably didn't care. But what were they saying about me?

"So Hope." Rian finally said after a few minutes of driving. "What do you do for fun?"

"Uhh well. I listen to music, tumblr, make art, internet, skateboard sometimes, youtube-

"Wait, you skateboard?" Zack said. "How long and how experienced are you?"

"I've been doing it for like, 7 years now? I'm not very experienced because a car hit my board 2 years ago and I can't afford a new one. I kind of haven't skated since then so I'd probably fall on my face if i tried now." I felt ashamed.

"I could give you one if you want." The last thing I expected Zack to say.

"Excuse you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have alot of money and like, 800 boards I don't use anymore." 

"If it isn't that much trouble, I'd love for that, thank you so much. I'll probably get myself killed because I don't know anything." I laughed and blushed, I guess Zack didn't hate me.

Cool.

Alex pulled into a space and we walked into the only decent resturaunt in Maryland.

Applebees.