Oh Love
Two.
Ashley POV:
"ASHLEY!" Emily came out of the bathroom. "I can't decide what to wear, help me please!" She held up a cute dress in one hand and a black and white top with a cute pink shorts in the other. "I love that dress! It's so pretty!" "Yeah, but isn't it a little too much for a concert?" "No, it's perfect. Believe me." She smiled. "What are you going to wear?" "Just my black shorts with my Vans t-shirt." "Good choice!" she winked. "So, are there any cute guys in the band?" I asked while concentrating on doing my make-up right. "Well, I think the guitarist is very cute." she blushed a little. "So, ready?" she put some lipgloss on and grabbed her purse and jacket. I looked in the mirror one more time and then followed her outside to her car.
"I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN. DON'T KNOW WHERE IT GOES, BUT IT'S HOME TO ME AND I WALK ALONE!" We were singing along to our favorite Green Day CD. We love Green Day. Seriously, they're the best fucking band ever. Emily parked the car and we walked towards the entrance of the building. We showed our tickets and went inside. Emily took my hand and pulled me through the crowd, all the way to the stage. She was good at this, we had the best places. I could almost touch the stage. The only thing I was hoping for now was that this band would not suck..
People were pushing to get the best places and girls were screaming. Great, if it goes on like this I'll be deaf when the concert actually starts. "When does it start?" I asked Em. She looked at her watch. "In 10 mins." she answered delighted.
10 mins later the crowd went wild. A boy came on stage and took place behind the drums. He started drumming and soon after 2 other boys came on stage and started playing the guitar and bass. They were pretty good. Emily screamed in my ear and pointed at the guitarist with black hair with a bit of white in it. "THAT'S JACK!" she shouted in my ear. And then the crowd started screaming louder (it that was even possible). A boy with brown hair stepped on stage. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. His eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his smile, that hair. "What's his name?" I asked Emily, I couldn't stop staring at him. "Alex Gaskarth." Oh my god.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. It had been so long since I'd last seen him, like more than 10 years or so. Alex Gaskarth had been my bestfriend since kindergarten. We did everything together. But then when I was 12 years old, my dad got offered a job and so we had to move there. I hated it. We promised to write each other and so we did. At least for the first couple of months. After 6 months, we lost contact. And now he's standing here, on stage. As the singer of a band called All Time Low. I was still staring at him when suddenly, he looked me right in the eyes. We had eye contact for what seemed like forever and then I saw the recognition in his eyes.
"ASHLEY!" Emily came out of the bathroom. "I can't decide what to wear, help me please!" She held up a cute dress in one hand and a black and white top with a cute pink shorts in the other. "I love that dress! It's so pretty!" "Yeah, but isn't it a little too much for a concert?" "No, it's perfect. Believe me." She smiled. "What are you going to wear?" "Just my black shorts with my Vans t-shirt." "Good choice!" she winked. "So, are there any cute guys in the band?" I asked while concentrating on doing my make-up right. "Well, I think the guitarist is very cute." she blushed a little. "So, ready?" she put some lipgloss on and grabbed her purse and jacket. I looked in the mirror one more time and then followed her outside to her car.
"I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN. DON'T KNOW WHERE IT GOES, BUT IT'S HOME TO ME AND I WALK ALONE!" We were singing along to our favorite Green Day CD. We love Green Day. Seriously, they're the best fucking band ever. Emily parked the car and we walked towards the entrance of the building. We showed our tickets and went inside. Emily took my hand and pulled me through the crowd, all the way to the stage. She was good at this, we had the best places. I could almost touch the stage. The only thing I was hoping for now was that this band would not suck..
People were pushing to get the best places and girls were screaming. Great, if it goes on like this I'll be deaf when the concert actually starts. "When does it start?" I asked Em. She looked at her watch. "In 10 mins." she answered delighted.
10 mins later the crowd went wild. A boy came on stage and took place behind the drums. He started drumming and soon after 2 other boys came on stage and started playing the guitar and bass. They were pretty good. Emily screamed in my ear and pointed at the guitarist with black hair with a bit of white in it. "THAT'S JACK!" she shouted in my ear. And then the crowd started screaming louder (it that was even possible). A boy with brown hair stepped on stage. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. His eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his smile, that hair. "What's his name?" I asked Emily, I couldn't stop staring at him. "Alex Gaskarth." Oh my god.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. It had been so long since I'd last seen him, like more than 10 years or so. Alex Gaskarth had been my bestfriend since kindergarten. We did everything together. But then when I was 12 years old, my dad got offered a job and so we had to move there. I hated it. We promised to write each other and so we did. At least for the first couple of months. After 6 months, we lost contact. And now he's standing here, on stage. As the singer of a band called All Time Low. I was still staring at him when suddenly, he looked me right in the eyes. We had eye contact for what seemed like forever and then I saw the recognition in his eyes.
9/15/13