All I Want • Alex Gaskarth (Adoption)

Rock

I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face, happy that I'll be able to see Alex again today. I don't know why I feel the need to see him again. The guys of All Time Low are supposed to drop by today to talk to Miss Marie about the adoption and such. I can at least sneak in a 'hello,' before I get ushered off to my room. I've never had to do it before - I was never interested in the people who came by - so I could easily play it off.

See, when we get visitors back about choosing someone to adopt, everyone is sent to their rooms. The walls are thick enough to where you can't hear the conversations Miss Marie has with adults. But I can manage to be downstairs when the guys get here, by hiding when she sends everyone up. Actually, I can just go into the other half of the building to see the little girls. That would work nicely, because the ladies in charge of the younger children love us older kids. They enjoy when we stop by (which is a weird phrase to say, seeing as how it's all in the same building), and the younger kids are thrilled. "Ooh, the big kids," they would whisper.

I change out of my black sweats and tank top I slept in. I choose to put on black skinnies - as usual - and All Time Low shirt. It was sort of a joke to myself, but I have nothing to lose. At this point they knew I liked them, so I don't feel awkward wearing the shirt.

Debating on whether or not to wear something over the band shirt, I grab a black vest to cover a little of the white. Looking in the mirror, I see that my outfit is missing something. I glance around my room, face plastered with determination. Then I spot it. My grey beanie, hidden under my bed. Adjusting it to work over my straight hair, I see it goes perfectly with the outfit and hair. Beanies are one of my favorite things, because they're soft and convenient. I actually have a ton of them, like a collection. I have superhero beanies, regular ones, all kinds. They come in handy, especially on bad hair days.

I don't wear makeup, because honestly I couldn't be bothered to wear it. I have better things I could be doing, like listening to music or practicing guitar. All I have to do is ask Ember if I can use her acoustic guitar, she has no idea how to use it. Makeup is irrelevant to me. I know I don't look perfect without it, but I think people shouldn't wear it. Then you can start to feel comfortable with what you actually look like. You shouldn't have to depend on makeup to make you look "pretty." You look good without it - or so I've been told, so I just don't wear it.

I pick my iPhone off of my charger, walking down the stairs. I quickly discover the girls frantically dressing and moving around. Then I realize it's because All Time Low will be here. The clock reads 2:25pm. Do I really sleep late and take forever to get ready on weekends? It's only sunday. Consciousness is for the weak. Sleep is nice. I'm just glad nobody bothered me, seeing as they're all trying to get ready.

"Lexington! The men will be here any minute! Make sure everything is spotless," Miss Marie calls to me in a hurry. I groan at the use of my name, but oblige by walking to the living room. In the meantime, I try to remix Weightless with the word "spotless" and make a song out of it. You can totally call me Alex Gaskarth, lyrical genius.

I was interrupted by a knock on the main door. It was a picture-perfect moment, watching everything and everyone freeze. Seemingly in slow-motion, everyone gets back to business. It was almost as if time stopped, the way it looked.

"Okay, girls! To your room!" Miss Marie demands, pointing towards the stairwell. I see the girls rush in the direction. But I am not a part of that.

Seeing as how I'm standing right next to the door to the little girls' section, I quickly knock on the door and enter. I let out a collective breath seeing that Miss Marie didn't notice me escaping from her demand. I win this time.

It's sort of a rule to knock on the doors, even though it's all the same building. Privacy or something of the sort. So we all knock each time we are to enter the other side of the building.