We work and slave the day away
Were raised in perfect families
We fuck and fight like vagabonds
We dance like fucking animals
Don't stop, the band is coming on
Rude boys and punks will shout along
Police cars bring cuffs and loaded guns
Kids scream but laughing as they run


Alex's p.o.v.

I began to walk around backstage, trying to find my dad. I could see Jack was nervously following behind. It's kinda cute that he's all nervous just to meet my dad. Though, I know my dad means a Hell a lot to him.

After about ten minutes of searching for my dad, he was no where to be seen backstage. I slowly walked up to the security man- he should know.

"Excuse me? Did you see where my dad went? Tom DeLonge?" I asked nervously. This security guard was different from the one that told me to go on stage. This one was buff and had black shades on. He didn't seem like he was a nice person. Though, he might be, it's maybe just me.

"Tour bus." He simply said, his head held high as he was looking over us. What if I wasn't my dad's son? He wouldn't let anyone go to him? That's creepy.

"Come on, Jack." I said, guiding Jack in the opposite direction to where we were.

"What if your dad doesn't like me?" He asked quietly, looking down at the floor. Was he blushing?

"My dad loves every single one of his fans, don't worry." I smiled, nudging him with my elbow. He let out a nervous laugh that sounded...cute. He is pretty cute though.

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"You ready?" I chuckled, looking at Jack's discomfort. He was so nervous!

"I don't think I can." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes, grabbing Jack's hand and literally pulling him on the bus. Once we were on, I dropped my hand and instantly it hurt. It felt like pins and needles were flowing through it. It didn't exactly hurt, it just felt really weird. I shook my head. I saw Jack's eyes widen. Oh right, yeah, my dad. He was on the sofa by himself, his laptop on his laps.

"Hey dad." I said into the silence. My dad snapped his head to me, smiling widely.

"Hey. Oh, who's this you brought?" He asked, placing the laptop to his side.

"This is Jack, I met him backstage." I smiled, walking over to my dad, gesturing Jack to follow. Jack didn't even move, he seemed to be in shock and excitement. I rolled my eyes, walking back over to him and dragging him by the arm. He seemed to snap out his daze of staring at my dad then. We sat down in front of my dad, Jack looking down at his legs. Aw, this must be so awkward for him.

"You met him backstage?" My dad asked, winking at me. What the fuck? Why did he wink.

"Um, yeah." I mumbled, looking at my dad and trying to read what he was thinking.

"Oh. Hello, Jack." He smiled at the nervous boy beside me. Jack looked up shyly.

"Hi." He said so quietly like he was afraid. I chuckled at him.

"Hey, it's okay." I whispered to Jack. My dad continued to smile, this time holding up an eyebrow.

"He's just a bit shy and excited to see you." I said to my dad. I said it so casual like I have known Jack for years.

"Oh, that's alright." My dad smiled, closing his laptop off. I smiled over to Jack who hasn't lifted his head up. I need to make this easier for him.

"Do you want a photo?" I whispered again, looking down at Jack. Jack looked up to him, biting his lip.

"I, uh, I don't kn-"

"Dad, can Jack have a photo with you?" I asked, cutting Jack off. Jack ducked his head, his cheeks going red.

"Sure thing. You got a camera?" My dad asked, fixing his hair a little. Jack shook his head.

"I-I do, but the camera on my p-phone is broken." He stuttered, his voice so slow and quiet.

"I can take it on mine and send them to yours." I smiled, going into my pocket and grabbing my phone. Anything to have this cute boy's number. I pulled my phone out, going to the camera.

"Okay, so let's take the photo over there." I pointed to the front of the bus where it wasn't too bright or dim. My dad nodded, getting up.

"Come on, Jack." He laughed, pulling Jack up. Jack blushed, going red. He looked like an actual tomato and I chuckled again. My dad brought Jack to his side, wrapping his arm around Jack's shoulder, smiling. I could see Jack fanboying on the inside. He looked so shy and timid, keeping his arms to himself.

"Okay, ready?" I asked. They both nodded, Jack smiling hugely.

"Okay, three...two...one-" I clicked the camera button, it clicking before successfully saving. It turned out to be a great photo.

"Looks great! Wanna take another one?" I asked.

"Sure, this time naked" My dad laughed. Jack laughed quietly. I rolled my eyes at my dad. I moved a little closer to them so you couldn't see any background. Jack smiled again, this time looking just a little bit more confident.

"Okay, so let's go send these to you." I beamed, grabbing Jack. He didn't even get to say thank you to my dad. I don't know why I was so excited just to send pictures of him to himself. I opened the door to my bunkroom, moving some stuff that were on the floor. I then sat down on my bunk, telling Jack to sit next to me. He went redder, nervously sitting down next to me.

"Oh, I'm gonna need your number. No way in Hell am I putting my Bluetooth on." I made a weird face at the last sentence. I was so good at this.

"Sure." Jack smiled at me. He got his phone out, unlocking it. I did the same with mine and we both exchanged numbers. Bingo.

"Do wanna go see the rest of the band?" I asked suddenly. I just hope they're in the bus or just outside it.

"Yes, please." He said shyly, getting up from my bed. Yes, please? Did he just say please? That.is.adorable. I think it's been confirmed: I'm bisexual. I find so many girls hot, and then there's boys too. I sighed to myself, getting off my bunk and leading Jack out my bunkroom. Hopefully the band are at the meet and greet.

Notes

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