I sat in the backseat of the 2002 Xterra that belonged to my brother. I wait for his music to start. Blake always played music, and I was used to his mixtape. But wait, this was a new CD. "Who is this?" I asked.
"Oh, this is All Time Low, B."
I smiled. I loved it when he called me B. "All Time Low?" He nodded. "Sounds kind of dark to me. Is there a lot of screaming?"
He laughed. "No. It's not dark either. I really like this band, I've seen them once in concert. I bet you'll really like it too."
I'm gonna break your little heart in two.
I sniffed. "It sounds dark to me."
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But no matter how dark I thought it was, it was catchy. When I got home that day, I got "Break Your Little Heart", "Sick Little Games". and "A Party Song" on my iPod. I listened to them until I fell asleep. On that day, at age 11, I became addicted to All Time Low.

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"Hey, B, do you want my old iPod?" I rolled my eyes. "Stop calling me B, I'm not a kid anymore."
"Whatever, B. Do you want it or not?"
"What music does it have?"
"Parachute, John Mayer, Blink-"
"Does it have All Time Low?"
"Duh."
I snatched it from him. "Thanks Blake."
"No problem, B."
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"Hey, is that music loud enough?"
"Shut up, Bradley!" I laughed. "And yes, I can hear it just fine, thank you very much."
"What are you listening to anyway?" He asked, snatching one of the earphones out of my ear.
"All Time Low," I said as Six Feet Under The Stars came on.
"Is this one of your stupid emo bands?"
"No, asshole." I felt so cool cussing at 13, but I probably looked like an asshole myself. He laughed and said "This isn't too bad."
I smiled. "That's how the addiction starts."
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Bradley was sitting on my bed texting his girlfriend as I was putting on makeup. My music was playing softly through my iPod. Remembering Sunday had just come on.
"God, this song sucks ass." Bradley said, not looking up from his phone. I sighed, getting sick of supporting him when he treated me like this. "Yeah, it really can't compete with Blood on the Dancefloor."
"Shut up! Kayla says they're an awesome band! And I agree with her. At least they're way better than All Time Blow."
"Oh, wow Bradley, so original. You used to love All Time Low."
"No I didn't."
"You totally did. Remember, last summer?"
"That was before I met Kayla and learned what real music is." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Bradley." I felt like I had already lost him. When had he turned into such and asshole? I turned up the song. Bradley got up. "I think I'm gonna go home, night."
I sighed. "I'll walk you out."
"No thanks, I think I can find my way accross the street by myself," he said, not making eye contact. I felt myself start to tear up, so I just turned away and said, "Okay, later then."
"Bye."
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Notes

This is just Bridget dreaming ( i guess?). She's still unconsious. This is just her past with All Time Low. Please comment and tell me what you think! Also, tell me what you think will happen!
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