*August 7, 2013*
*Wednesday*

We stand in the elevator for what seems like forever, I watch the floor number climb up to 18 before the door opens and Alex pushes the cart out, Jack and I walk behind him staying relatively quiet. Quiet but not an uncomfortable quiet.
“Our apartment is just down this hall.” Alex breaks the silence.
“Our? You guys live together?” I raise an eyebrow at Jack who shrugs
“Yeah, well kind of. We own neighboring apartments and theirs a doorway that we took the door off in between them.” Jack shrugs as he walks. I notice a headphone in his ear. Explains a lot.
“So you can stay in the same room for two nights, Jack and I will just switch off who is responsible of you.” Alex chuckles and stops at a door and slides the key in pushing the cart into the room. “I will make it Jack and my goal to eradicate your introvertial tendencies.” Alex grins back at be before turning the corner into the room. Jack follows behind him.
We walk down a narrow hallway with two doors on it that Jack and Alex pass. The hall opens up into a large room with a high ceiling. A staircase lines one wall above a door that opens up into what must be Alex’s apartment. The second floor juts out above the kitchen, so if you were on the second floor you could look down into the living room. There is a large TV with an extensive gaming collection. The Door is on the same wall to the left.
To the right is the kitchen, the doors that we passed must have been a bedroom and a closet or a bathroom. The living room area is straight ahead taking up the far half of the large room. The wall on the far side is almost completely windows and the left wall is covered in photographs, drawings and what looks like letters. On the right wall closest to the window there is a desk that’s piled high with letters opened and unopened. The far half of the room is split up by a white couch that is facing the TV, to the right of the couch there is an elegant dining table that has some T-shirts on it and papers.
I find myself walking directly to the windows, I look out to see a magnificent view of the Baltimore skyline. The sun is just setting, so the buildings cast shadows on each other and where the sun hits a warm orange color tints them.
“Pretty cool right?” I hear Alex behind me. I glance back at him and nod.
“It’s Beautiful.” I smile at him for a moment,
“I’m making chicken fingers. You guys want any?” Jack calls from the kitchen, he digs in the huge refrigerator, the counters are lined with liquor bottles. Of course.
“Just make the whole box.” Alex responds and walks back over to start unloading the cart. I let my eyes wander to the wall with all the photos, posters and fan mail. I read a couple of the letters, a lot of them go like;

Dear Jack,
I love your music and attitude so much <3 I don’t know what I would do without you!

So yeah, shallow not a whole lot of meaning behind them, but still a nice gesture, I also find ones that go along the lines of;

Hey Jack,
I just wanted you to know that you saved my life. Your music gave me strength when I was depressed.

They’d go on of course. I saw some that talked about abusive boyfriends or girlfriends, divorces, lost loved ones, even talked about how a girl was raped and she would listen to All Time Low to keep from killing herself.
The photos consist of Jack, Rian, Zack and/or Alex with fans. Photos of crowds and venues they’ve performed at, places he’s been. The drawings are clearly all fan art. Some portraits, plenty of drawings with lyrics that connect to an image.
I pace the wall looking at all the images, not being able to get bored with it. I end up back by the wall in the lower corner by the windows, where all the photos and letters get older.
It feels like my heart explodes from in my chest when I see the letter. The oh, so familiar one that I wrote so many years ag

Notes

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