All I Want • Alex Gaskarth (Adoption)

LA

My room is a MESS. Alex told me to start packing early so I don't forget anything. The problem is, I can't figure my shit out enough to know what I could possibly forget.

We leave in two days for LA, where we'll meet up with Zack, Uncle Ri, and Jack. Alex said that Future Hearts drops tomorrow and he's super excited about it. We are going to fly out in two days to begin tour prep and they're going to do some promos and signings there. Then towards the end of the week, we open up the huge mansion we'll be staying at to the opening bands where they'll be in on the planning and the partying before tour - the party in which Alex said I can't attend. But there will be so many people there he can't stop me.

Packing to fly across the country and then FOR traveling across the country is a lot harder than I thought it would be. How much clothes is too much? We will be gone for a few months. Shouldn't I bring everything? I shrug and start shoving every piece of clothing I own into two of the suitcases.

"Kid!" Alex calls from downstairs.

I sigh loudly and ignore him. I'm in the zone and am definitely not about to walk all the way downstairs.

"Lex!"

Fold. Fold. Shove. Angrily groan because a pair of shorts won't fit. Shove in anyway.

"Lexington!" The voice is getting closer and more annoyed.

"Don't call me that!" I yell back.

"Wouldn't have to if you'd just-" my door slams open, "COME when I call to you." Alex glares at me from my doorway.

"You said to pack things. That's what I'm doing. Are you mad at me for following your directions for once? You're confusing. You'd think this is what you want," I smirk.

Alex keeps glaring. "You're an absolute pain in the ass."

I shrug. "You picked me. Your problem, not mine."

"Dude, what crawled up your ass? Drop the attitude," Alex crosses his arms over his chest.

"I don't have an attitude. You do. Why don't you leave me alone so I can pack?" I throw a sock at him then immediately crawl over to grab it because I need that.

"You need to learn respect."

"Looks like you need to EARN respect," I throw right back. I know Alex is getting more angry but I'm angry too. He just comes into my room, without knocking, with an attitude mad at me.

"If I could leave you here, I so would. You're lucky I'm obliged to take you on tour," Alex mutters and sits on my bed. The fact that he's still in my room astounds me.

"Get out of my room. Sorry I'm such a bother that you HAVE to take with you." I turn my back to him and keep packing. "The fuck did you want anyway?"

"STOP talking like that. You're not an adult. It's not important anymore. You wanna act like a toddler, I'm here to watch you. Toddlers need to be supervised at all times. You earned this."

I turn and glare at him again. I know I should leave it alone and not say anything, especially because only a week ago we reconciled after my running-away move. But a toddler? Really?

"I'm the toddler? When you're sitting on my bed with your arms crossed? I'm the immature one? Makes total sense. Dipshit." I cringe at that, knowing cursing again probably crosses a line because Alex has been trying harder to be a better influence on me. 'Trying' being the key-word.

"That's it. I'm calling your fucking grandparents and see if they want you for a few months. I'm not fucking doing this all tour," Alex stands but doesn't make a move.