Alex couldn't be more pissed off with his bestfriend right now, he didn't want to go out today. He had said that about ten million fucking times. No, all Alex wanted right now was to get himself off; he was so hard he couldn't think straight let alone go fucking indoor go-karting. But apparently what Jack says goes, so thats why Alex is sat in the front lounge of the tour bus sulking, he's wearing a tight grey tshirt with simple black jeans, his hair was greasy and messy but why should Alex make an effort when he had told Jack he didn't want this.

1. The Flavour of Your Lips Is Enough to Keep Me Pressing