Long Live the Kids (an All Time Low fan fiction)

Snap Out of It

"I think I want to re-arrange my apartment," Nate told me, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Like, re-decorate?"

"Yeah, exactly. Paint and stuff."

"What color?"

"White, maybe. I don't like the color it is now."

"Really? It's the color of my room."

"Well, yeah, but it's only really good for one room. It's too much on all of the walls."

"I see, I see."

"Wanna help?"

"I was waiting for you to ask," I grinned, nudging his shoulder.

He nudged my shoulder in return, and then pulled his hat further down on his head.

"Are your fingers numb?" I asked, struggling to move my own. 

"Not really, but I can't move my toes. Should we go?"

"Oh, go before vital parts of our bodies freeze off? Why would we do that?" I joked. 

He stood up and shook his head, chuckling. "Shut up." He offered his hand to help me up, and I took it, shaking off the snow from my pants. 

"Before we go, I kind of need advice on something," I told him. 

"Talk while you walk, Liz. I'd rather have you alive and warm than advised and dead."

"Oh, how chivalrous of you, Nathaniel."

He shrugged and grinned, "I try."

He ushered me inside and we made our way back down to his mom's room to put the key back, rubbing our hands together to get the blood flowing again. "So what's the problem?" he asked as we re-locked the door.

"Well- okay, um... You can't tell anybody about this, okay?" He nodded. I continued, "I may have gotten an email not too long ago inviting Mirror Image to play Warped Tour this summer."

His jaw dropped and he stopped a few steps before the door. "You said yes, right?"

"No."

"Liz!" he scolded. "How could you say no to that?!"

"I didn't say no, either!"

"Then what did you say?"

"I told them that we'd have to think about it. We haven't been on a tour that big and-"

"And nothing. Are you scared or something? What's the worst thing that could happen?"

I pushed the door open and pulled my jacket tighter against the wind. "Do you not remember the last big tour we went on? Do you not remember the outcome?"

"That's not going to happen again," he assured me.

"You don't know that, Nate. People recognize us from that whole debacle every day, and they give us weird looks and cross the street so they're not walking near convicted felons. You know, we're famous. I tried to shoot a cop."

"Something else is bothering you." Damn. He knew me too well. 

"No. There's nothing else. I'm just not sure that we're ready for something like Warped yet."

"You mean that you're not ready to tour with All Time Low again."

"That's not-"

"Or maybe it's just you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" We were standing by my car now, and I was freezing again. 

"You're the one that's scared to do another tour like this."