Chasing After What I Love (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2

The next morning, we arrived in Oregon. I woke up to the sound of Austin and Tino discussing All Time Low's panty and bra hogging tendencies. I gave them a loud yawn as my reply and immediately reached under my bed for a bottle of vodka.

"Good morning, Princess.. oh." Austin frowned when he saw what I was doing.

"It's nine o' clock in the morning, Alan. Can't you at least wait until after we perform?" I shot him the finger as my response. The truth was, I hated who I was when I wasn't drinking. I was always shy and outspoken, but with just a little bit of juice in me, I become who I want to be.

Austin raised his palms in surrender, shaking his head.

"You should know not to do that by now," Phil chuckled from his bunk "Alan is who he is and he doesn't change for anybody." I grinned triumphantly to this and moved my eyes to Austin who was staring at me.

"What?" I challenged. He blinked a couple of times and studdered, "N-nothing." I raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged.

"So, what time we on?" Tino took a sip of his coffee before clearing his throat "We're not on 'til five-thirty.." I groaned and shoved my face into the pillow. Why did we always have later shows? It wasn't fair. I looked up to see Tino standing and heading out of the room, probably to play his XBox. I glanced between the curtains at Phil's bunk, he was crashed. So, that just left Austin and I.

"Sup?" I looked at him lazily. He smiled warmly, "My penis." I slammed my face back in the pillow, laughing and groaning at the same time.

Austin's P.O.V.

"I'm dead serious." Tino said. "Jack got twenty-five bras thrown at him yesterday. Alex got thirty-one. We rarely get bras!" I chuckled,

"Maybe we should be thankful of that, I mean, at least our fans don't want us for our bodies." Tino snorted at me.

"You know damn well they want you, but they want you and Alan to get together more than anything." I raised an eyebrow to hide the fact that my face had flushed. "That means absolutely nothing," I started. "What about Jalex? People want them together more than anything." Tino shook his head. "Regardless. This drummer wants bras and panties."

I heard Alan yawn loudly and grinned, "Good morning, Princess." I turned to see him reaching under his bed, pulling out a bottle of vodka. "Oh." I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows together. "It's nine o' clock in the morning, Alan. Can't you wait until at least until after we perform?" He shot me the middle finger and I raised my palms as if to surrender.

"You should know not to do that by now," Phil chuckled from his bunk "Alan is who he is and he doesn't change for anybody." I rolled my eyes. I knew Alan's secret. He was shy and more feminine when he wasn't drinking, and I'd only seen him like that a few times. It was adorable. I gazed at him, studying his body, up to his face, not realizing that I was staring.

"What?" He looked at me as if to challenge me, trying to be feisty

"N-nothing." I replied, blinking all of those thoughts away and shaking my head.

What? This has got to stop, Austin.

"So, what time we on?" Alan asked, Tino took a sip of his coffee cleared his throat, "We're not on 'til five-thirty.." He answered. Alan groaned cutely, making me smile.

Groaned cutely?

From now on, I decided, no more thoughts like that. I loosened up and looked over at Alan while Tino headed to the other room. Alan was looking around aimlessly before setting his eyes on me. "Sup?" I smiled politely and stared into his eyes.

"My penis." I recieved a round of laughter in return, usually, by now he would have come up with a witty comeback, but I don't think he had enough alcohol in him yet. This was my favorite part of the day aside from performing. I could tease him all I wanted and he wouldn't be a smartass. He'd just be really, really cute. I swallowed down a gulp of coffee, suddenly realizing that this was more serious than I thought.

I wanted Alan. I wanted him bad.