✿Babe, It's you and I || ♡ Cashby ♡

Chapter One

I couldn't help but want to update this so soon, I was so excited! I really like the story plot for this, and I hope you guys do as well! :) Hope you feel connected to Alan, because that's part of the goal. Here for a come back, baby! enjoy!

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You are not alone unless you want yourself to be. Do not blame others for the way you feel, you are the only human soul who can make you feel anything. One day there will be a day when you look someone in the eye, and you feel fearless, and you will have those few seconds of courage to say that you were not afraid to think about them. 

Alan's P.O.V

Once upon a time, I guess you would say that I actually had thought about being an accountant. Or even a doctor, or futhermore, a Vetenarian. I adored animals really- more so cats than anything else. What made me stop dreaming of that? Guitar, my friends. More so music in general; it touches the heart and moves the soul in a way nothing else could.

Once upon a time, my family members actually wanted me to study abroad and push me to be what I didn't want to be. I was confused then- I didn't know what I wanted, who I was, and what my future even contained for me. I knew what I wanted to be, but the question was, could I really achieve it?

My parents weren't the best people- I guess you could say they meant well, and the oh so very much used line 'they're your parents, you have to respect them' falls into line a lot when talking to adults about my story. That's the thing- NOW I don't share my story with anyone unless I feel like they really deserve to know about me. I like to be secretive to a point where it makes people do a double take, think about who I could really be.

I was 21 years old- worked at KFC in California, lived with my parents, highschool drop out, and I sort of smoked a lot of pot. Oh, and I really liked playing guitar more than anything. If eating wasn't a need, I would disclude that and list guitar playing more important than the need to eat.

I had a couple friends that were also high school drop outs that had stayed along with me for the ride since 8th grade. 

Aaron Pauley, Alex Gaskarth, and Kellin Quinn; they were great guys with great social skills, which I needed help with. Aaron was adorable and could make me smile, so he helped me with being friendly. Alex Gaskarth was flirty and even with me, he seemed to make it like I wanted to fucking sleep with him, which I wanted to punch him for. Kellin had a sort of look about him that radiated confidence, but also in a cocky way as well.

I admired all of them so much, that I took out every bit of money I had to buy us all Warped Tour tickets. They were shocked, nontheless, but we talked about the trip and how we would all pay for a hotel, and food, and even some accessories from the event itself. I didn't care about anything else, I just cared about seeing HIM...

No one understood the love I had for Austin Carlile- the man who had been to jail, the man who had lost his mom, the man I had grown to adore and long to be with since I was 19. He had a big impact on my life, and even I don't know how a person could be so heart warming and considerate to help so many people with just simple SONG LYRICS.

That's the power of music, though.

So that night before the 30th of July, we all packed up in Kellin's mini van and headed out when the sun started to set, ready for the 3 hour trip. Illinois was a pretty state; green and with potential, but ever since I had moved away from California with my family, I'd been growing more and more homesick.

I would casually glance out of the window as the sun finally set, and let the guys ramble on about how they were going to 'score' and get some hot male or female in their bed. I glanced over in slight disgust, not liking to imagine trying to get sleep and having some slut moaning one of their names. It was uncalled for, and yes, it has happened to me before, which I don't want to ever speak of again.