I ended up going to his band's gig a couple of weeks later.

As I was leaving my grandma's house, dropping off Ricky, I plopped a sloppy kiss on his forehead. "Be good, okay? Got your PJ's right?"

He nodded, smiling. "Have fun, sissy!"

I bent back up, beaming at him. "Thanks, hun. I'll see you soon," I looked at my grandma, who had a hand on Ricky's back. "Make sure he's in bed by 8, grams."

She nodded, "Have fun, Whit. You really need it."

I stared at her before clapping my hands together. "Okay! Jenny's in the car, I should get going. Love you all!" I walked out of her house, flip flops making slapping noises on the cool sidewalk. I got into my sister's car.

She hummed along to Pussycat Doll's "Don't Cha". She looked at me, and stopped singing. "Why can't I come?" She whined. "I won't drink!"

"There's only one ticket, plus you can't stay out late, missy," I said as she started driving.

She scoffed, "I'll flash the bouncer my tits or something! He'd let me in, right?"

I rolled my eyes, and brought my leg up. I strapped my brown sandals in. "No, you can't come. Why do you want to come in so badly, anyways?"

"Um," she said as if it was obvious. "I want to meet the guy you might be dating, and I think seeing All Time Low live would be highly thrilling. I mean, Dear Garcia is an AWESOME song."

"You don't even know their number one hit's name. You're a disgrace," I said sarcastically, putting my feet back on the car's floor. I turned over to her, stretching my arms out. "How do I look?"

She pouted, glancing over to me. "Like a bitch,"

I looked down at my outfit, sticking my bottom lip out. "Really?"

"The last time I seen that tube top was when your 15, and got busted for partying,"

As true as it was, I still fit into it. Back then, it had been loose around my stomach, and flowy. Now, it was tighter. "But, I have the jacket on..."

She laughed, at me I assumed, and shook her head. "Leather? Really, Whitney, I thought you were more fashionable than this. And your shorts? You're trying too hard, babe."

I looked over her outfit. She had on an orange top that wrapped around her neck. "Give me your shirt." I said.

She looked at me with a hanging mouth. "What? I'm not stripping in the middle of a highway!"

"C'mon, we're basically the same size,"

"Same size? If I put on that tube top, my boobs would spill out!" She yelled.

"Pull over," I ordered.

Jenny glanced over, glaring. "The shit I do for you." She said, sighing. She turned her head, watching the traffic. She turned her signals on, and then drove to the side.

I smiled a sarcastic smile, and then tore my top off. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I quickly grabbed my boobs.

She tore her shirt off (she was wearing a bra), handing it to me. I handed her the tube top, and threw the orange top over my head.

"Thank you," I said.

~

Once I was there, I sat at the bar, waiting for ATL. I didn't even bother trying to get a beer, I didn't get a stamp on my hand saying I was twenty-one over.

The venue filled up rather quickly. I sat in the back, watching people dance around to the supporting band.

My phone buzzed in my jeans, and I pulled it out. Jack's number flashed on the screen. I flipped my phone open. "Hello?"

"You here?" He asked, shouting over the band we were both hearing.

I grew excited, remembering that I would be seeing Jack. This was the first time in months. But why would I care? After all, he didn't even make an effort to talk to ME. My excitment faded away. "Yeah." I said in a dull voice.

"Sweet, I'm coming out to get you. Where are you?"

"How sweet. Aren't you scared the girls would notice you?" I stood up, looking around.

"Anything for my Michigan love," he said. "But seriously, where are you located?"

"I am located at the bar," I said. My heart dropped when I saw him, the little skunk haired, lanky teenager, holding a phone to his ear. He saw me, and broke out into a grin.

"You look hot," he said. His mouth moved, but was delayed to my phone.

I looked him over, nodding in approval. "Not too bad, yourself, Barakat."

He waved him hand, gesturing me to come to him. "Come over here, I'm scared of girls." He pointed to the girls in the crowd.

"I'm not a girl?" I put a dramatic hand on my hip.

"No, you're a woman." He winked.

I threw my head back, laughing. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." I picked my purse up, throwing it over my shoulder. I hung the phone up, working my way through the crowd.

I saw that Jack moved, and was just about to reach the crowd. As I got closer to him, only a small group of people blocked me from him. He noticed the obstacle, and stuck his hand out. I grabbed it, and moved in between people.

A girl looked up at us, and widened her eyes. "Ja-Jack..." She looked at me.

He put a finger to his lips, and guided my backstage with an arm around my waist.

"Nice to see you too," I said, not minding the arm. "So you really need to explain this Michigan love thing to me," I requested as we entered backstage. People walked around, getting stuff prepared.

He chuckled, guiding me into a dressing room. "How aren't you my Michigan love? Maybe it's the pretty brown hair, or the fact that your blood is on one of my shirts. I just don't know what it is about you, but I think I like you,"

I smiled. "Well, thanks. I like you, too." I slapped his cheek playfully.

We sat on the green couch, next to each other. He offered me a beer, and I took it.

20 minutes later, I had 3 beers down, and I felt a buzz creeping on. By our 5th beer, Jack had to go on stage.

Someone came in, and told him it was time to go.

"Come, and sit side-stage," He told me.

As I watched him perform on stage, I felt myself laughing at all of his actions. He'd look at me, and wink. Something in my heart would tug, and I would wave at him.

After Stay Awake, Alex shouted into the mic. "Focus, Jack!"

Jack laughed, shoulders hunched. "What?"

"Guys, Jack has like 40 girls backstage. He's trying to impress them by looking like a dork,"

The crowd cheered. I buried my face in my hands.

"There's only one of them, ass! And she's better than any other girl you could get it!" Jack retorted.

The crowd laughed. "Let's see her!" someone shouted.

I stopped laughing. My face drained. I shook my head, as Jack, and Alex looked at me.

"Not now, you guys." Jack said, turning back.

I frowned. Alex played a few chords, singing.

"Met a girl at the rock show,
She had a bloody nose,
You wouldn't shut up about her..."

I smiled slightly. I pulled my phone out, clutching it.

"Hey, Alex!" Jack shouted.

"What?!'

"Fuck you!"

I turned, walking away from the crowd. I exited the backstage area, walking into the crowd. The band started playing another song. I glimpsed at him. He looked at me with a sad face. I walked out of the venue, calling Jenny for a ride.