Mixtape of Their Favorite Band

Dallas’s Perspective

Alex finally fucking convinced me to go out with them, but I trembled with anxiety the whole way there.

“Awwww, is wittle dawwas scared of the big kid bar?” Alex asked sarcastically.

“Shut up, Asskarth.” I bit back.

“Wow, that’s a new one.” he laughed, poking my stomach. I squealed.

We got in, no problem.

“See, I told you.” Alex laughed, shoving me playfully.

Zack had gone ahead of me and hit the bar. Huh, weird.

I went on the dance floor and started dancing to S & M by Rihanna. Alex came up, grinding against me, whispering the lyrics into my ear. Since Zack had ditched me, I really didn’t care and grinded back.

After two songs, he nodded his head towards the door. I looked at him questioningly, so he put his mouth by my ear.

“I need to talk to you outside.” he yelled. I nodded and followed him out, weaving through the crowds of dancing, sweaty, drunken people.

We went into the alley and he leaned against the chain link fence, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.

“Dallas, why are you with Zack?” he asked blatantly, his brown eyes boring into my green ones.

“I love him and he loves me.” I replied simply.

“But I love you.” he said plainly.

“I love you too, Alex!” I smiled back.

“No, I mean like…I really fucking love you, Dallas. The music of your laugh, the scent of your shampoo and your perfume, the way your body presses into mine when you hug me, you’re so intoxicating. I-I don’t even know why I didn’t just go after you in the first place. Maybe it was because of Zack. I mean, I’m always getting the girls, and he always goes after these hot girls and he has a big heart, but they always let him down and I hate seeing him heartbroken, but you-you’re different. He loves you so fucking much and as much as I want to be the one who takes you on tour, kisses you, and holds you when you’re sad, I can’t take you away from him. You’re just so real and down-to-earth. You don’t take advantage of Zack for his fame or his money and that’s something I really want in a girl.” he confessed.

“Alex--”

“No, let me finish. I know this sounds greedy since I have Lisa, but Lisa can be fake sometimes too. Like, she almost forgets we’ve known each other since freshman year, when no one knew who Alex Gaskarth was, or cared what he did or said, and she just takes advantage of me because of my fame and money sometimes, and I know you’d never do that to me or Zack or the other guys. But anyway.

“I do remember everything that happened in your apartment that day and I’m so sorry. I made a huge ass of myself and I probably made you feel like shit. I won’t ever cross that line again. Are we still okay?” he looked up at me like a child, looking for my approval.

I kissed him on the lips, just a small peck showing that we were still on good terms, but God, I missed the smell of his cologne, the pressure of his lips on mine. I parted my lips slightly and let his tongue roam my mouth. He turned so I was against the fence and he braced himself on either side of my head, parting my legs with his left leg.

He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them and moaning slightly.

“Alex.” I said between kisses.

“You want to stop?” he asked.

“No...I just...should we do this here?” I asked finally.

“God, you’re right.” he sighed, breaking off.

“No, don’t stop!” I whined and he chuckled.

“How about you come by my hotel room? We each got our own.”

“What about Zack?” I asked.

He sighed.

“What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know. He went straight to the bar when we came in.” I told him.

“What?” he asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You said that already.” he laughed.

“DALLAS!!” I heard Jack yell. I saw him carrying Adelaide bridal style...and she wasn’t wearing a shirt…

“BARAKAT, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU VIOLATED MY BEST FRIEND--” I screamed, but he shushed me.

“No, she took her shirt off, I tried to stop her but she told me it’s time to party.” Jack shrugged as best he could around her wriggling body.

I groaned.

“Come on, Ad. Time for bed.” I said. “Can you carry her back to the bus?” I asked Jack. He rolled his eyes and nodded. I turned to Alex.

“Can you wait five or ten minutes? I’ll be right back out.” I promised Alex. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

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Alex’s Perspective

Wow, I totally fucking blew it with Dallas. I confessed everything...and I kissed her. And I invited her to my hotel room. I was in way over my head.

I waited against the chain link fence like a tool. She ran back after about fifteen minutes.

“Ohmygod Alex I’m soooo sorry!” she said quickly, but I smashed my lips to hers before she could say anything else.

I scooped her up and carried her onto the bus, throwing her into my bunk and climbing in after her.

“What if Zack comes back?” She asked.

“He kills me.” I smirked.

“DALLAS STOP FUCKING ALEX.” Adelaide screamed randomly from Jack’s bunk.

“Shit!” Dallas shouted and climbed down.

“Wait,” I paused, jumping down after her.

“What? What if Jack’s in here? What if one of them comes back?” She asked frantically.

“It’s fine. He probably went back to the club after he dumped Adelaide,” I assured her, rubbing the tops of her arms.

“That idiot. He should stay with her.” She frowned.

“Dallas!” I snapped, laughing slightly.

“What?!” She snapped back.

“What happened to wanting to have sex with me?” I asked pointedly.

“I didn’t think about a drunk Adelaide at the time.” She replied.

“Well, she most likely won’t remember anything tomorrow, so I say we should do it. Literally.” I smirked at my own innuendo.

“Alex, no. Honestly, it’s gross. Having sex when your best friend is several feet away?”

“What? I’ve done that to Jack before!” I shrugged.

She sighed and got up.

“Wait. Are we still good?” I asked.

“Yes, of course!” She smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

Dallas left the bus and I assumed she was going back to the club to find Zack.

Notes

Title: The Real Story, The Friday Night Boys.

Dallas

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