I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling 
These broken nights and bitter ends
We would always starve and devour 
Our closest friends my beautiful friends
Paranoia my paranoia 
Can't let it go, it never lets me go
What am I feeling, why am I feeling 
Forecast into the freezing cold


Alex's p.o.v. When I saw Jack's message, an instant smile came to my lips. If I ask my dad, maybe he could arrange some dates to play near Jack. Or maybe I could. At a bar or something like that. I'm sure I'll get to see Jack again. But why? I mean, I only met him a couple of hours ago, why am I suddenly wanting to go meet him so badly? Sure, he's hot as fuck, but why would I want to re-arrange tours and move their location? I sighed, writing out a reply.

To Jack :3
We should. I could ask my dad to change some dates to play little gigs near you, or I could simply go meet you at your house c:

Did that make me sound a little too eager? I hope not. I jumped out my bed, picking up my guitar and deciding to play a couple of songs. I still need to practice for tomorrow and the rest of the six weeks.

I collected my guitar and sat myself on the floor. Instantly, I cracked my knuckles and began to strum random chords that soon formed into my song: Remembering Sunday. I started singing along, experimenting with my voice to make myself sound a little better. I want to grab everyone's attention throughout this tour. I've always wanted to take my dad's footsteps. And now I have, things are finally going great. I'm on tour for fuck sake, how better can it get!

I stopped singing as my dad entered the room.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Alex, but I'm here to let you know that an interviewer wants to interview you in an hour. We didn't get the information earlier, so that's why I'm telling you now. Remember: be yourself." My dad smiled at me, giving me the thumbs up before exiting my room. I sighed, placing my guitar down. Sure, I'n excited for the interview, but why decide to have one in an hour? I pushed my guitar up to the wall and wondered of to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I'm taking a shower!" I shouted, chuckling at myself because we literally have to tell people just in case they need to use the toilet or something. There was a chorus of 'yeah's and 'okay's throughout the bus. I nodded, opening the bathroom door. I always forget to bring towels, like I said. So I mentally thanked whoever put two clean towels on the rack. I got undressed and hopped into the shower. I closed my eyes and let the warm water relax my muscles.

I turned the shower off, wrapped a white towel around myself and exited the bathroom. I tried not to get embarrassed when I saw Mark, some girl that looked like she was a crew member, James and Travis sat on the sofas. I quickly rushed back to my bunk, instantly going over to my suitcase and looking for some clean clothes. After picking out my jeans with the American flag printed on one of the legs, a black v-neck and some boxers, I started getting dressed. I had twenty minutes left. Fuck. I quickly got changed, finding it a bit difficult because my body wasn't completely dry, but I managed. I quickly rushed over to the mirror, my straighter in hand and hairspray in the other. I styled my hair, trying to make it look its best so I at least look okay for my first interview. My first interview, shit. I wasn't nervous about it before, but now I am. What if I'm really awkward and can't answer the questions that they ask? What if no one is interested in watching it? What if they hate me? Calm down Alex... I breathed in deeply, turning my striaghtners off and putting them on the cooling mat. I rushed over to the 'living room', only to see no one was in the sofa. They've all gone? I don't even know where my interview is being held. Fuck. I began to panic, looking through the bus. Then, when the tour bus door opened, revealing my dad, a camera guy and a guy with a blue jacket and blonde hair, my panic went, but my nerves were still there at the bottom of my belly.

"Oh, Alex. This is Bryan Stars, he'll be interviewing you." My dad smiled, gesturing to the guy with the blue jacket.

"Hi." I said, trying to be confident. The camera guy walked past me, giving me a smile and setting himself on the sofa.

"Heeey." Bryan chuckled, smiling boldly at me. Okay, so this guy seemed like fun. I returned the smile at him, shifting my feet awkwardly.

"Okay, so you ready Alex?" My dad asks after sorting out his beanie. I nod and Bryan walks over to the sofa where my dad and Mark normally sat. I follow, sitting down next to him trying not to get in his personal space. I fix my hair through nerves and try my best to put the anxiety to the side.

"Okay, so I'll be asking you weird-as-fuck questions. Please don't run away." He laughs, placing sheets of paper on to his lap while he sorts out the mic. I chuckle, nodding.

"I won't." I assure, playing with the bottom of my shirt. I was kind of excited about this.

"Okay, so, three...two...one. Hey guys, I'm here joined with the lovely Alex DeLonge, how're you feeling?" He asks, turning around to me. Oh fuck.

"Stoked." I chuckle, trying not to sound awkward.

"That's great man. How does it feel like to be here...on tour for the first time ever?" He asks kindly, looking over to me with a general smile.

"Really fuckin- wait, can I curse?" I panicked a little.

"Yeah, say what you like."

"Really fucking great. The crowd has been so unbelievably amazing. I can't wait to see a lot more of you guys." I say, smiling at the camera. It was true, defiantly.

"Great to here that. So, touring with your dad and his band, how does it feel?" He asks, moving the microphone over to me.

"Good actually. They're very great people and easy to get along with." I say truthfully, nodding my head. He nods back.

"Okay, on to some not-so-serious questions... If you was a pornstar, what would be your pornstar name?" He asks, a serious tone to his voice. I ended up chuckling at his question, because seriously, I never knew interviewers can be like this.

~~~

"All silly questions aside. Have you thought about this being your future?" He asks after a whole thirty minutes on talking about dicks and boobs. Yeah, this guy is great. Then his question got to me. I was one hundred percent certain that this is my future. Playing live shows for the kids, it's great.

"Certainly, yep. I can defiantly do this for the rest of my life because it's like a whole adventure. I can see myself continue playing live shows, defiantly." I nod, looking over at the camera and grinning.

"That's great, man. Good luck to you." Bryan smiles and looks back down at his paper.

"Thanks." I say quietly. This guy is really nice.

"So, have you met anyone nice here? I mean, they're all nice, but anyone special?" Okay, so that question got me thinking. I only met Jack yesterday, and he feels a little special to me. I don't know why, it's just the butterflies I get while thinking about him.

"I met a great guy yesterday, he's pretty fucking cool. Not to mention he has skunk hair." I chuckle at the last bit. If Jack watches this, he'll defiantly know I was talking about him. Who else has skunk hair? Exactly.

"Pretty cute?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Well yeah, Jack's fucking hot actually, but I wouldn't tell anyone that.

"I would say so."

An hour and a half later, we ended the interview with silly faces. Bryan had packed up, saying goodbye and wishing me and my dad luck. We said thanks and he left. I let out a grin, because seriously, that was a great interview to be part in. My first interview was defiantly going to be the best.

"How was it?" My dad suddenly asks, sitting himself on the sofa with a red plastic cup in his hand.

"Amazing." I beam, walking over to the kitchen to get a drink because my throat was hurting from where Bryan got me to shout.

"That's good. You'll be getting a lot of them." My dad informed, taking a sip of whatever was in the red cup. I nod, walking over to him after finishing my drink.

"Well, I'm gonna go to my room..." I trailed off, looking in the direction of where my bunk was.

"Don't stay in there too long, the guys want us all to hang out." I nod at him, letting out an 'okay' before going over to my bunkroom. As soon as I was in, I went for my phone, seeing a message from Jack.

From Jack :3
You would do that? :o

O course I would. Well, I think anyway. I sit down on my bunk, letting out a yawn and laying down. I decided to type out a reply

To Jack :3
Sure thing. :D

I closed down Jack's contact, going striaght to Max's. I can't wait to tell him about the interview, and maybe...tell him about Jack.

Notes

I know, I know, it took me five days to updated xc Yeah, I'm sorry. This is a little short, but I hope you like it. ^~^ Jalex should hopefully be here soon.