Trouble Is...

Throwback

5 years ago...

A backpack was put on the table. Loud clanks ran through the quiet bus. It was as if the sound of booze had brought the bus to life. The All Time Low boys rejoiced, painting Jonathan Cook, the frontman of Forever the Sickest Kids, as a god for bringing the alcohol.

Tonight's show of the AP Tour was a success. Everyone was already in high spirits, running on the adrenaline. But now, they were ecstatic. The party was about to begin.

"Okay underage kiddos here ya go, celebrate responsibly," he said pulling out a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of rum, a small bottle of tequila, a bottle of Everclear, and a large bottle of vodka. "I, uh kinda forgot what y'all asked for so I brought one everything."

"Thanks for doing this man," Alex said, handing Jonathan a wad of cash.

"Here's to the rest of the fucking tour," Jack said.

"Everyone come on, we're celebrating," Ryan yelled as he served shots of gin.

"Are we starting already?" A short blonde asked through a grin. Her hair was teased up high and she had black strands peeking out from under her layers.

Zack rustled her hair and gave her a shot. She groaned and noticed the new guy was staring at her. She flashed a smile in his direction.

"I'm sorry, we haven't met. I'm Jonathan," he said extending his hand.

"Isabella, but they call me Bella. I do merch for these guys," she shook his hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Jonathan!"

"Oh, you're a strong little lady." She shrugged with a smirk. "By the way your eyes are immaculate," he said, hoping that if he complimented her green eyes, this might go somewhere. Bella smiled sweetly and thanked him.

Alex called to cheers for a successful day. Jonathan raised his cup to Bella. She winked and did the same.

The strong taste made her face twist. Jack laughed and poured himself another drink.

"You can't be serious," Jack teased. "The party's just getting started and you're already making faces?"

"Mark my words. Today," she grabbed the tequila bottle and filled her cup. "Today will be the day I outdrink you, Jack. Guaranteed," Bella threatened. Jack raised his cup and cheered. This had never happened and, was highly unlikely because he was twice her size. Regardless, she reasoned that because Jack didn't eat much that day, she might have a chance.

"LET'S NOT-" Rian started.

"It's too late man. All we can do is drink along," Zach said as he also poured another shot of the gin.

Hours later, it was looking more like a certified All Time Low Party (TM)- tour edition. The music could be heard from a block away. Between the supporting bands from the tour and other friends that were in the area, there were well over 50 people in the back area of the bus, with more on their way. The crowd made their presence felt with cheers, chants, and drunk singing. The table lined with booze and a beer pong table acted as a barrier, preventing people from getting inside the bus. The front area of the bus was hazy with smoke from the loud dank greenery and the occasional cigarettes smoker.

Jack was now 8 shots in, a solid two shots ahead of Bella by now. However, due to overconfidence, had switched to the much stronger bottle of Everclear after about shot 2. He fumbled around looking for the tequila bottle. Once he got it, he swung it around and shuffled over to Bella. Bella was somewhere across the yard dancing with the Forever the Sickest Kids boys. They screamed along to Blink's "The Rock Show," enjoying each other's company.