Dear Maria Count Me In (Alex Gaskarth LS)

Jasmine was making faces in the mirror as I walked out of my room: black skinny jeans, and a red All Time Low 'dirty Work' tank top with my Vans Sneakers, my hair in a crazy yet neat bun.

Jas is wearing black and blue shorts, her a overly large Anthem shirt, her blue eyes popping as she let's her wavy curly blonde hair fall. "Indescribable, how we can look like normal girls." She whispers eyeing in me in her reflection in the mirror.

"We are working tonight, you know that?" I point out grabbing my cell from the kitchen counter.

The apartment we live in is just right: two large bedrooms, open plan living room and kitchen and one bathroom, and a balcony that a have a view of the ocean.

"Yeah, eight thirty right?" I nod as she twirls around with a huge smile, Jasmine is twenty one, but she looks like a thirteen year old emo boy.

"No one will ask what we do for a living, there is gonna be more teenagers that adults." Jasmine says shrugging on her white leather jacket.

"I look okay right?" I ask with a fragile smile.

"Oh please, Clair you look hot in everything, well except for that cheer outfit you were a few days ago." She giggles.

"Don't judge." I replied with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I mean who am I to judge." She mumbles.

"Shall we?" I nod and went out the door with jas following me.


"Dear Maria count me in, is our song, its about a stripper." Bursting from laughter for Jasmine reaction to the song, she never heard it before, and anyway she is more a Sleeping With Sirens girl than I.

"Its a catchy tune." She smiles tapping her manicured finger nail on the steering wheel.

"It is." I speak softly.

"Imagine you and the lead singer, what's his name again?" Jasmine turns her head to me and back to the road.

"Alex."

"Right Alex, you two are dating and he finds out you are a stripper, come on Clarity his face expression would be Epic." She beams.

"Weird right?" She nods.

if you can't hang starts to play, we started to sing loud and proud.


~ten minuets later~

We climbed out the car and all eyes were on us, did I have something on my face?


"Okay this is weird, let's go." Jasmine says dragging me to the entrance.

Jas gave the two tickets and the man let us in.

"An hour Jas, the shows haven't even started yet!" I snap angrily.

"Would you shut up, let's go buy some crap, what's shows are we gonna see?"


"Just Sleeping With Sirens and All Time Low, I don't want Hall to fire us." I whisper.


"Oh yeah." She rolls her eyes and skip towards the ATL merch table.

"Buy some crap." Jas nudge me to the girl who was seated behind the table.

"Two shirts please and one bracelet?" I ask with a smile getting out my money from the purse.

"There you go." She smiles handing me the stuff.


"Do I know you?" A guy asks both I and Jas turned around to see non other than Jack in front of us, oh no.

"Who you?" Jas asks crossing her arms.

"Wow, uh I am Jack you look so-"

I cut him immediately off. "Oh no, you must be mistaken, for uh someone else. We are not from here." I say portraying a british accent.


"Oh I am sorry."He sounds disappointed.

"Huh?" Jas turned to me confused.

"Come on Andrea." I whisper to Jas pushing her away from Jack.

"Andrea what am I?" She arches her brow trying not to laugh. "And what's with the accent?"

"I saved your ass, that's Jack from All Time Low." I groan shaking my head side to side.

"Great I just ran away from the hottest guy." Jas snaps narrowing her eyes, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Than go, please go talk to him." She sighs and shook her head. Both I and Jas turned around to see if Jack is still eyeing us and to my surprise he was.

"Why pretend to be someone else Clair?" I shrug not knowing what to say.

"I don't know." I whisper brushing my fringe back. "Let's go to Sleeping With Sirens." I grin. She nod to quickly jumping up and down.

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