Why Don't We Just Runaway?

Dreams can be a reality which you wish for things that can't possibly happen. But living a dream is like when you meet your favorite band and you're not even expecting to. It's like getting up on Christmas morning to find out that Santa Clause has been and then going to wake your parents.
But meeting your favorite band member? That's something that no Christmas can ever match up to. Especially when it changes your life.


I slapped myself mentally. I turned around and headbutted the brick wall.
"Well, this is awkward." I said, turning back to face the 6 foot guy.
Erin looked at me and then back at Jack. I couldn't believe this had happened.
"This is really fucking, what the fuck?" She gasped. "You're Jack Barakat?"
He nodded and chuckled slightly. "The one and only. The original JB."
I put my hand in my pocket and rumaged for mine and Erin's tickets.

"Oh my god."
"Can you sign one or both of these? Please?" I asked him, passing him the tickets and a pen.
He smiled and nodded. "Sure."
"I love All Time Low, just saying." Erin babbled.
Jack smiled and nodded. "That's great. We love you." He responded. "Who am I making this out to?" He winked at me.

"Kira Annabell Lane Jackson." I winked back.
"Woah, such long name." Jack remarked.
"Blame my Mom. But seriously? Just put Kira, with an I and no E."
"Okay, Kira with an I and no E."
I scoffed and turned to Erin.

Jack signed both of the tickets quickly and smiled.
"Maybe I'll see you around?" He suggested questioningly.

"I doubt it, we're not 21, yet." Erin said, disappointed that she couldn't go out for a drink.
I laughed at my best friend and smiled at Jack.
"You'll see us again." I told him.
"Good!" He stated, and then turned to walk away.
I put the tickets in my pocket and approached Erin's car.
"Are we going to go get food, now?" I whined.
She nodded and climbed into the car.

"I can't believe I just met Jack fucking Barakat." Was all I heard for the remainder of the journey to our hotel.



"So this food is exceptionally amazing." I said, while stuffing another crust of pizza into my mouth.
"Isn't it?" Erin responded while frailing her arms abot. "It's like heaven fell to Earth in the form of a pizza."

I laughed and nodded. "You're right there."
Erin was so happy, it was a great sight to see.

"Should we go back to our hotel and get ready to sneak out?" She asked.
A cheesy grin was plastered all over her face, almost like somebody had asked her to give Jack Barakat or Alex Gaskarth a snog.
With a nod and a shuffle, I stood up from the table and reached for my bag.
"I have my I.D." I winked.


We paid the bill for our food and exited swiftly. Unwilling to let our last night of everything being normal come to an end so early, we crept back to our hotel to get ourselves ready.
For a while now, I had been in posession of a 21+ ID card, one that was almost legit, as my ex-boyfriend had got it for me.

Dressed up in fancy dresses, with heals that hurt our ankle, and makeup that made our faces feel heavier than average, we were ready. We had waited months to be able to act like adults and break the legal drinking age. We were more than ready.
Erin flagged down a cab and we both stumbled inside; Clutching our bags to prevent anything falling out.

"Where to?" The driver asked.
I looked at Erin, and she looked at me. She had a glimmer of adveture shining in her eyeliner coated eyes, and a smile playing slyly on her lips.
"Town." I answered, and sat back in my seat.


The ride was pleasant. We passed by many clubs, most of them pouring with drunk and partially sober people. But one that stood out the most was one titled 'Baltimore'.
Erin told the driver to pull over and I struggled to climb out. My ankle twisted as I put my foot out of the car, I stumbled and fell face first onto the pavement.
My chest felt tight, and my legs were shaking. An anxiety attack was on the horizon, I had no place to run to.

"Kira, are you okay?" Erin called from behind me.
I sat up and nodded. "I think so."

There was a pain throbbing in my ankle, but the tightness had left my chest. I stood up slowly.
Inside the music was bellowing, the beat echoed throughout my ears and I could feel it in my bones. People were dancing along to the rhythm of the song, while others were stood drinking and talking to their friends.


Erin clung to my side, she was nervous that we'd get found out and I couldn't blame her. My heart rate was rapid, my eyes was frantically dancing along the room, attempting to recognise any distinguishable faces. They landed on one person.
"Erin, is that...?" I asked, looking at the person.

Their shoulder length brown hair and angelic brown eyes danced across the many faces in the crowd. His hips swayed timely to the rhythm of the metranome in the song. He danced his way to the bar, and leaned over the countertop to the waitress with chestnut hair.
The familiar pink lips murmured unheard words into her ear. She giggled and turned away, with a bounce in her step and a sway in her exposed hips.
He stepped away from the counter and turned his back. I could see him exhale his breath, and his eyes glimmered in the disco lights bouncing from wall to wall.
The sound of a smile, and the distance of the song was only measured in time as the kids sing along.

His eyes stopped dead on me. His smile stretched across his devilishly handsome face. I blushed and turned away.
"It is." Erin finally answered me.


Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up...I had problems with my Wi-Fi and then got really busy with stuff.
So let me know who you think the guy is they've come across in the bar? And what you thought of this chapter? I love hearing feedback, it gives me a confidence boost and something to look forward to about putting future chapters up. :)

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