Jack Barakat Imagines
Meet and Greet
Your POV
It was my first time going to a meet and greet. I honestly had no idea what to expect. I knew that my favorite band was going to be there, I knew we could bring things to sign, I knew that people met people. I didn’t know what to do or how long I could talk to them. I didn’t know shit.
All Time Low are my favorite band. They have been for a long time. Finally getting to go to a meet and greet was a dream come true. I was so fucking excited.
Missing You from their newest album was a song that really spoke to me, because I knew that Alex wrote it for the fans that needed it. He knew that a lot of us are going through tough times, I’m almost positive he wrote it for us. Because of that, I wanted my first tattoo to be the words “don’t lose your fight,” but have each member of the band write a different word.
The meet and greet was in three hours, and I wanted to get there early, I wanted to be near the front of the line, so I started to get ready then. I took a shower, and put on acid wash mid thigh length shorts with an All Time Low tee. Fitting, seeing as I’m going to their thing. Thankfully the show is tomorrow, so I’ll be seeing them again.
Seeing them in person is going to be weird though because even though I’ve been to shows, I haven’t really met them in person or like really acknowledged them as real people. I’ve been kind of thinking of them like idols and pictures, almost as if they’re not real. I know they’re real, and I’m going to find out really soon exactly what is and isn’t fantasy.
Getting ready for the greet, I was a real mess because ever since I could remember I’ve had a thing for Jack Barakat. Who doesn’t have a thing for Jack? But I couldn’t ever get enough of him, so the thing that was worrying me the most is will I somehow either disappoint him or make him hate me? I don’t want to bother anyone and I don’t want to be a nuisance, but I don’t want to be cast off as any sort of fangirl and have that be the only way they’ll ever think of me. I want to be a friend, I want to be someone they can talk to.
Either way, I’m going, so I push my anxieties to the side, and head off to the meet and greet. I drove there and had about two hours to spare. All Time Low fans are crazy so I wasn’t first, but I was near the front. I was okay with not being so upfront, because I was thinking they might just breeze past you. But if you’re in the middle then you’re in the middle of everything and they’re just starting to feel the feel of the people.
The meet and greet started, and the line was moving slowly due to all the people giving their things to the guys. I saw some high five and shake hands across the table. I wanted desperately to hug them, but they were at a table so I don’t know if I can or not. My heart rate started to beat faster as I came closer. These were actual real people. I’m not watching them through a computer screen or looking at photos on my phone. I’m seeing them.
When my turn finally came, Alex was first. I had a blank piece of paper in my hand, and I was so nervous, I couldn’t really find my voice to speak.
“Hey,” Alex smiled.
“Hey,” I whispered, trying to seem like I wasn’t intimidated by his beauty.
“What do you have there?”
“I was just wondering..” My voice was failing, but I tried hard anyway. “Like, I really love your band, and I was wondering if you could help me, I want a tattoo with the words ‘don’t lose your fight’ and have each of you write a word, so if you could do that that’d be cool.” I tried smiling at him, he smiled back.
“No problem,” he cheered. I watched him write the word ‘don’t’ and gave it back to me. “No need to be nervous, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I smiled back at him. Next was Rian. I was intimidated by all their beauty, but I think I can pull through. “Hi Rian,” I waved.
“Hey,” He smiled up at me. I explained what I did to Alex and he nodded and took the paper. He wrote “lose” next to Alex’s don’t and gave the paper back. “Good luck out there, I hear fangirls can be dangerous.” He winked at me and I giggled. Rian is seriously the most adorable shit ever.
I was gaining confidence by the time I reached Zack. Zack was like me in so many ways that I could almost be his sister. I got to him and he smiled up at me. “Hey,” I grinned.
“Hi,” he waved.
“Thank you so much for everything, I know you don’t know what you’ve done, but it’s too long for me to explain so I’m just going to give you a small thank you to sum it up.”
Zack laughed slightly and nodded. “Alright.”
I explained to him my tattoo idea and he looked like he really appreciated it. He wrote “your” next to Rian’s lose and gave the paper back to me. I gave him a fist bump, and made my way onto Jack.
I got to Jack, and he stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I did, and honest to God, his hands are the softest thing in the world. “Hey, what’s your name?” Jack asked me. None of the others did, so it took me by surprise, and I had to think for about two seconds what my name was. That’s how much of an effect he has on me.
“Uh.. Y/N?”
“You sure? You don’t sound too sure.”
I giggled and he laughed and looked up at me with those giant chocolate eyes that I’ve only really seen in pictures. If I could die right here and now, I would. I explained to him my tattoo idea, and his eyes lit up.
“Oh my god! I’ve been meaning to get a new tattoo, you wanna get it with me? I swear it won’t take that long.”
What the fuck? Did Jack fucking Barakat just tell me that we should get tattoos together? That didn’t just happen. I can’t fucking believe it. Jack started writing “fight” on the paper, and I just kind of shook like a cold chihuahua.
“So what do you say? You want to get it together?”
“Well.. I mean, it’s going to be my first tattoo, so, I don’t know if you’ll wanna witness me crying like a little bitch.”
Jack giggled, and his eyes did the thing. I have witnessed the eye thing in real life. Like half of my bucket list is getting crossed off right now.
“Hey, I’ll help you through it, I know what they’re like, hang tight okay? We should be done soon. Right under my words that the band of All Time Low wrote was his number. Jack fucking Barakat’s number. Please hold the bag while I hyperventilate.
I smiled and nodded, because I didn’t know what else to do. My stomach was in knots, my palms were clammy, so I just thanked Jack ten thousand times before I was ushered out of the way for another fan.
I walked around the area of the meet and greet while I was waiting for Jack. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Jack and I were going to do something? Like he legitimately wanted to go hang out with little me? To get a tattoo? What the fuck man.
The meet and greet ended like after two hours or so. I texted him so he’d have my number. He told me where to meet him and I went to go find him. on the way he suggested that there would be a latter part of the time we’d spend together. That made my heart rate shoot sky high, and I think I was going to start having convulsions soon if I didn’t find a way to calm myself.
I met up with Jack and he gave me a hug as a greeting. I almost died, but we got in his car anyway. He drove us down to the parlor as I gave him directions. While he was focused on the road, I took little peeks at him to make sure he was real and that I wasn’t dreaming. When we got to the place, we both got out and he took me inside the place.
We got to the front and sat down to wait our turn. Jack looked over at me and placed a hand on my thigh. “Hey, you’ll be okay don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I’m panicking about. Okay, maybe a little. But not all of it.”
He just laughed and patted my leg. “Don’t worry. We’re friends now. This is what friends do.” How the fuck did I just become friends with Jack and I met him once like two hours ago. I don’t know how this works, but I’m not questioning it.
By the time it was my turn, Jack got up and went with me. We got to the place, and I sat down, telling him I wanted to words on my arm where I could see them and be reminded of them. The tattoo artist nodded, and wiped the area. He went to work and I winced at the pain.
“Hey, it’s okay. I‘m here okay?” Jack’s soothing voice cut through the needle sounds. He grabbed my hand, and I squeezed it to help myself calm down. The fact that this was Jack Barakat escaped my mind, and all I was focusing on was getting over the weird sensation on my arm.
It felt like we actually were friends. Like he actually knew things about me. I mean he knows what I’ve told him on the car ride here, but he didn’t know like my deepest secrets or anything. Yet here he was holding my hand for a tattoo that he wrote on a piece of paper simply because he was in a band that I loved.
When it was done, and Jack’s hand was thoroughly stripped of any blood whatsoever, it was his turn. He sat down where I was, and I couldn’t stop playing with the ink on my arm. It felt weird and painful but also surreal. Finally, my first tattoo.
Jack took my place and told the tattoo artist what he wanted. He nodded and as he went to work I went to hold Jack’s hand, but he seemed completely fine like it didn’t hurt at all. I drew my hand back thinking that he was only being nice to me when I was getting mine.
“Hey, no, it’s okay.” He reached out for my hand, and I put mine in his. It was soft to the touch, and my face went red. He looked absolutely adorable as fuck, and I was having trouble containing myself.
We held hands for a while until Jack’s was done. He smiled at his accomplishment. He paid for both of our tattoos against my protest, and we both got to the car.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he smiled at me reassuringly.
“That’s true.” I stared out the window wondering if this will be the last time I’ll ever see him again. “Hey Jack?” I asked.
He turned his head to look at me in response. “Why’d you go with me today?”
“Because, Y/N, I think you’re a really cool girl. I could tell by meeting you that you’re shy like Zack, and introverted, and that it was hard asking us to do something as big as that. Also I think you’re gorgeous beyond belief, but that’s beside the point.” He said the last part to himself, and I snapped my head to him, wide-eyed.
“You think I’m pretty?” I asked him. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah, I do. And I’d be stupid to not ask you to do something else after this.”
I put my head down, to hide my face because I felt like a tomato. I felt the car stop, and looked around. We were on the road, but the side of it so people could get by. “Why’re we stopped?”
“So I can do this properly.” I look over at Jack, and he’s staring straight at me. He’s acknowledging me. He thinks I’m pretty, what the fuck do I do? “Y/N. Can I invite you out to dinner? Like right now?”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Sure, you can, I guess,” I started fiddling with my fingers.
“Good.” Jack smiled at me, and I looked up to smile at him.
He came at me quickly, and I thought it was a hug, but he gave me a peck on the cheek, then started the car again. “Good. Because we’re going out to dinner right now.” I smiled to myself and wondered if anyone else was as lucky as I was.
It was my first time going to a meet and greet. I honestly had no idea what to expect. I knew that my favorite band was going to be there, I knew we could bring things to sign, I knew that people met people. I didn’t know what to do or how long I could talk to them. I didn’t know shit.
All Time Low are my favorite band. They have been for a long time. Finally getting to go to a meet and greet was a dream come true. I was so fucking excited.
Missing You from their newest album was a song that really spoke to me, because I knew that Alex wrote it for the fans that needed it. He knew that a lot of us are going through tough times, I’m almost positive he wrote it for us. Because of that, I wanted my first tattoo to be the words “don’t lose your fight,” but have each member of the band write a different word.
The meet and greet was in three hours, and I wanted to get there early, I wanted to be near the front of the line, so I started to get ready then. I took a shower, and put on acid wash mid thigh length shorts with an All Time Low tee. Fitting, seeing as I’m going to their thing. Thankfully the show is tomorrow, so I’ll be seeing them again.
Seeing them in person is going to be weird though because even though I’ve been to shows, I haven’t really met them in person or like really acknowledged them as real people. I’ve been kind of thinking of them like idols and pictures, almost as if they’re not real. I know they’re real, and I’m going to find out really soon exactly what is and isn’t fantasy.
Getting ready for the greet, I was a real mess because ever since I could remember I’ve had a thing for Jack Barakat. Who doesn’t have a thing for Jack? But I couldn’t ever get enough of him, so the thing that was worrying me the most is will I somehow either disappoint him or make him hate me? I don’t want to bother anyone and I don’t want to be a nuisance, but I don’t want to be cast off as any sort of fangirl and have that be the only way they’ll ever think of me. I want to be a friend, I want to be someone they can talk to.
Either way, I’m going, so I push my anxieties to the side, and head off to the meet and greet. I drove there and had about two hours to spare. All Time Low fans are crazy so I wasn’t first, but I was near the front. I was okay with not being so upfront, because I was thinking they might just breeze past you. But if you’re in the middle then you’re in the middle of everything and they’re just starting to feel the feel of the people.
The meet and greet started, and the line was moving slowly due to all the people giving their things to the guys. I saw some high five and shake hands across the table. I wanted desperately to hug them, but they were at a table so I don’t know if I can or not. My heart rate started to beat faster as I came closer. These were actual real people. I’m not watching them through a computer screen or looking at photos on my phone. I’m seeing them.
When my turn finally came, Alex was first. I had a blank piece of paper in my hand, and I was so nervous, I couldn’t really find my voice to speak.
“Hey,” Alex smiled.
“Hey,” I whispered, trying to seem like I wasn’t intimidated by his beauty.
“What do you have there?”
“I was just wondering..” My voice was failing, but I tried hard anyway. “Like, I really love your band, and I was wondering if you could help me, I want a tattoo with the words ‘don’t lose your fight’ and have each of you write a word, so if you could do that that’d be cool.” I tried smiling at him, he smiled back.
“No problem,” he cheered. I watched him write the word ‘don’t’ and gave it back to me. “No need to be nervous, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I smiled back at him. Next was Rian. I was intimidated by all their beauty, but I think I can pull through. “Hi Rian,” I waved.
“Hey,” He smiled up at me. I explained what I did to Alex and he nodded and took the paper. He wrote “lose” next to Alex’s don’t and gave the paper back. “Good luck out there, I hear fangirls can be dangerous.” He winked at me and I giggled. Rian is seriously the most adorable shit ever.
I was gaining confidence by the time I reached Zack. Zack was like me in so many ways that I could almost be his sister. I got to him and he smiled up at me. “Hey,” I grinned.
“Hi,” he waved.
“Thank you so much for everything, I know you don’t know what you’ve done, but it’s too long for me to explain so I’m just going to give you a small thank you to sum it up.”
Zack laughed slightly and nodded. “Alright.”
I explained to him my tattoo idea and he looked like he really appreciated it. He wrote “your” next to Rian’s lose and gave the paper back to me. I gave him a fist bump, and made my way onto Jack.
I got to Jack, and he stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I did, and honest to God, his hands are the softest thing in the world. “Hey, what’s your name?” Jack asked me. None of the others did, so it took me by surprise, and I had to think for about two seconds what my name was. That’s how much of an effect he has on me.
“Uh.. Y/N?”
“You sure? You don’t sound too sure.”
I giggled and he laughed and looked up at me with those giant chocolate eyes that I’ve only really seen in pictures. If I could die right here and now, I would. I explained to him my tattoo idea, and his eyes lit up.
“Oh my god! I’ve been meaning to get a new tattoo, you wanna get it with me? I swear it won’t take that long.”
What the fuck? Did Jack fucking Barakat just tell me that we should get tattoos together? That didn’t just happen. I can’t fucking believe it. Jack started writing “fight” on the paper, and I just kind of shook like a cold chihuahua.
“So what do you say? You want to get it together?”
“Well.. I mean, it’s going to be my first tattoo, so, I don’t know if you’ll wanna witness me crying like a little bitch.”
Jack giggled, and his eyes did the thing. I have witnessed the eye thing in real life. Like half of my bucket list is getting crossed off right now.
“Hey, I’ll help you through it, I know what they’re like, hang tight okay? We should be done soon. Right under my words that the band of All Time Low wrote was his number. Jack fucking Barakat’s number. Please hold the bag while I hyperventilate.
I smiled and nodded, because I didn’t know what else to do. My stomach was in knots, my palms were clammy, so I just thanked Jack ten thousand times before I was ushered out of the way for another fan.
I walked around the area of the meet and greet while I was waiting for Jack. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Jack and I were going to do something? Like he legitimately wanted to go hang out with little me? To get a tattoo? What the fuck man.
The meet and greet ended like after two hours or so. I texted him so he’d have my number. He told me where to meet him and I went to go find him. on the way he suggested that there would be a latter part of the time we’d spend together. That made my heart rate shoot sky high, and I think I was going to start having convulsions soon if I didn’t find a way to calm myself.
I met up with Jack and he gave me a hug as a greeting. I almost died, but we got in his car anyway. He drove us down to the parlor as I gave him directions. While he was focused on the road, I took little peeks at him to make sure he was real and that I wasn’t dreaming. When we got to the place, we both got out and he took me inside the place.
We got to the front and sat down to wait our turn. Jack looked over at me and placed a hand on my thigh. “Hey, you’ll be okay don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I’m panicking about. Okay, maybe a little. But not all of it.”
He just laughed and patted my leg. “Don’t worry. We’re friends now. This is what friends do.” How the fuck did I just become friends with Jack and I met him once like two hours ago. I don’t know how this works, but I’m not questioning it.
By the time it was my turn, Jack got up and went with me. We got to the place, and I sat down, telling him I wanted to words on my arm where I could see them and be reminded of them. The tattoo artist nodded, and wiped the area. He went to work and I winced at the pain.
“Hey, it’s okay. I‘m here okay?” Jack’s soothing voice cut through the needle sounds. He grabbed my hand, and I squeezed it to help myself calm down. The fact that this was Jack Barakat escaped my mind, and all I was focusing on was getting over the weird sensation on my arm.
It felt like we actually were friends. Like he actually knew things about me. I mean he knows what I’ve told him on the car ride here, but he didn’t know like my deepest secrets or anything. Yet here he was holding my hand for a tattoo that he wrote on a piece of paper simply because he was in a band that I loved.
When it was done, and Jack’s hand was thoroughly stripped of any blood whatsoever, it was his turn. He sat down where I was, and I couldn’t stop playing with the ink on my arm. It felt weird and painful but also surreal. Finally, my first tattoo.
Jack took my place and told the tattoo artist what he wanted. He nodded and as he went to work I went to hold Jack’s hand, but he seemed completely fine like it didn’t hurt at all. I drew my hand back thinking that he was only being nice to me when I was getting mine.
“Hey, no, it’s okay.” He reached out for my hand, and I put mine in his. It was soft to the touch, and my face went red. He looked absolutely adorable as fuck, and I was having trouble containing myself.
We held hands for a while until Jack’s was done. He smiled at his accomplishment. He paid for both of our tattoos against my protest, and we both got to the car.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he smiled at me reassuringly.
“That’s true.” I stared out the window wondering if this will be the last time I’ll ever see him again. “Hey Jack?” I asked.
He turned his head to look at me in response. “Why’d you go with me today?”
“Because, Y/N, I think you’re a really cool girl. I could tell by meeting you that you’re shy like Zack, and introverted, and that it was hard asking us to do something as big as that. Also I think you’re gorgeous beyond belief, but that’s beside the point.” He said the last part to himself, and I snapped my head to him, wide-eyed.
“You think I’m pretty?” I asked him. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah, I do. And I’d be stupid to not ask you to do something else after this.”
I put my head down, to hide my face because I felt like a tomato. I felt the car stop, and looked around. We were on the road, but the side of it so people could get by. “Why’re we stopped?”
“So I can do this properly.” I look over at Jack, and he’s staring straight at me. He’s acknowledging me. He thinks I’m pretty, what the fuck do I do? “Y/N. Can I invite you out to dinner? Like right now?”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Sure, you can, I guess,” I started fiddling with my fingers.
“Good.” Jack smiled at me, and I looked up to smile at him.
He came at me quickly, and I thought it was a hug, but he gave me a peck on the cheek, then started the car again. “Good. Because we’re going out to dinner right now.” I smiled to myself and wondered if anyone else was as lucky as I was.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16