All the small things
True care truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your right best trip
Always I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating.
Jack's p.o.v.

"God dammit, what should I wear?!" I screamed at Zack, getting stressed. Tomorrow was Friday at I was over reacting over stuff. I was making sure I was eating good because I didn't want to get ill. I made sure I wore double jumpers and socks when I had to go out in the rain just for a little while- like to the shop. Zack starred at me for a second, and then he rolled his eyes.

"Jack, wear what you normally do. Wear a band top and jeans." Zack groaned, getting impatient with my 'over reacting.'This was meant to be us, hanging out, playing games. But no, it's me stressing over little things. I can't help it, I'm nervous.

"Look, Jack, why are you so worried? Blink aren't going to care what you look like. They'll be happy that your there." Zack said softly, sitting on my bed. I sighed, dropping the clothes that were in my hand onto the ground. Zack just didn't know. I needed to look good. What if I meet someone attractive there? I don't want to look all gross.

"Mmm, forget it, I'll get that sorted out later. Wanna play a game?" I asked, walking over to Zack slowly and sitting next to him. Zack nodded, leaning against my wall. I bit my lip and got up again. I walked over to my TV and crouched down, looking at my games. I picked a random two player game and put it in my ps3. I went back to Zack, grabbing two controllers on the way.

"Zaaack, at least let me win once!" I whined as Zack won the game about eleven times in a row. He didn't even look like he put effort in it; he was born to win it.

"Hey, Jack, guess what?" Zack asked, sitting his controllers down. I turned my body around, now sitting cross legged in front of him. I cocked my head.

"What?" I asked, concern filling through me. Zack smirked, clearing his throat. Oh god, I know what he's going to do. God help my ears!

"I've got two tickets to Blink-182, baby. Come with me Friday don't say maybe.I'm just a porkipine club boy, baby, like you. Oh, oh,Ohhhh." Zack 'sang' in the highest voice he could muster, making Blink references in the song Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I squashed all my facial features up, because holy shit, that was clever, but bad.

"Zack, my ears! I actually want to listen to blink live y'know. You'll make me go deaf, bitch." I chuckled, rubbing my ears drastically. Zack scoffed, acting offended.

"Oi, remember who's got the tickets, chicken breasts." Zack smirked. I scoffed this time.

"Chicken breasts? Seriously?" I chuckled at Zack's lame comment. Zack nodded enthusiastically.

"Whatever, let's get something to eat." I said, climbing off the bed. Zack copied and then I headed downstairs.

"So, Zack, what time are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked, grabbing my second sandwich and biting through the cheese, butter and bread(obviously). Zack finished the remains in his mouth and then licked his lips.

"Tomorrow, straight after school." Zack said simply, picking his crisp up and eating them. I nodded, taking another bite off my sandwich.

"I'm really nervous, you know." I said shyly, ducking my head a little.

"So am I, man. It'll be okay though. When you start to enjoy it, you'll forget about nerves." Zack said carefully, his voice soft. I lifted my head up and smiled at him gingerly. This is why Zack is my best friend. He's always there for me. He gets me sweet ass crap like blink tickets.

"Oh, and by the way," Zack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "I've got a backstage ticket for you. I couldn't get one, but I do have two meet and greet tickets." Zack smiled up to me. My belly floated with butterflies. I actually get to be near Blink-182, so near. I broke into a massive grin.

"Zack, I could kiss you right now!" I screamed. Just then, my mum walked in. She seemed surprised as she saw Zack sat at the table. She looked like she had a bad day. Her face was pale, her make up smudged.

"Hey, boys." My mum said, her voice drowning out. I frowned and waved to her. She sighed and walked upstairs, not taking her coat off; which was strange for my mum. She normally has a strict role of people having to take their coats off. I never knew why, for manners I guess.

"What's up with your mum?" Zack asked quietly. I snapped my head to Zack and shrugged.

"I don't know, man. Hey, why don't we go upstairs and watch Home Alone?!" I beamed, trying to cheer up the mood. Zack made an disgusted face.

"Nope,nope,nope,nope. No way am I watching that again." Zack shook his head, waving his index finger. I sighed, smiling.

"Fine, we'll watch Too-Bad-We're-Watching-Home-Alone." I smirked, getting off my chair. Zack looked confused to what I had said and I groaned, gesturing him to follow me upstairs.

Notes

I thought i'd update again because @Thisgirlsastraightupharley seemed like you wanted more. :D Thank you!