Fanboy

"Ay, shit head, we're here." I heard Michael say, whilst shaking my shoulder. I grumbled. That asshole woke me up. But then I realised that I no longer felt the train moving. My eyes shot open. We're here.
"Oh my god, we're here!" I said excitedly and stood up. I rushed to get off the train but Michael grabbed onto my wrist.

"You might want to get your backpack." He said, nodding towards the seat where I had left my bag. I nodded quickly, grabbing the bag and slinging it over my shoulders.

I stepped off the train and smelt the 'fresh' London air. Michael stepped off too, but he didn't stop walking..
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked quickly before he could run away.

"I'm goin' to go meet up with the lads at Nandos." He explained like it was the most obvious thing ever. I rolled my eyes at my chav brother.

"But, I don't know where the arena is from here.." I mumbled.

"You're a big boy now, Lex. You can make your own way there without me." Michael said. I sighed, walking with him out of the packed train station.

"Well, if I get lost, it's all your fault.." I murmured. He slung an arm around me, my head now buried in his armpit.

"Don't worry, little brother, you won't get lost." He reassured jokingly.

"Get off!" I complained and tried to get myself free from his grip. I finally pushed myself out from under his rancid pits. "God, you fucking stink." I said, rubbing my nose.

"Ay! Watch your mouth. I'll take those tickets off you." He threatened jokingly. We walked to the nearest bus stop, and waited for the bus that would take me straight to the arena.

"I can't believe you're letting me go into London on my own." I huffed. Michael put his hand on my shoulder, making me look into the brown eyes that we both shared.

"You're not going to get kidnapped, lost, stabbed or mugged." He rambled, but in a serious tone. I hastily nodded. "Right, well, I need to get going. Stay safe, yeah? You may be a complete shit head but I love ya, alright?" He told me. I was honestly surprised that my brother said that he loved me in public. I had always thought that I was a major embarrassment to him. I guess not.

"Thanks, I love you too." I said. I saw the bus I needed to get on slowly appear in the distance. Me and Michael shared our last goodbyes before he left for what he described as a 'cheeky Nandos'.

I got on the bus. My heart rapidly thumped in my chest as I sat down. The bus started to drive away. In less than half an hour, I'm going to be in the same room as my favourite band.

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I wondered around the outside of the arena aimlessly. Where is the entrance in this place? I had just got off the bus and now I was unaware of where I needed to go. I better find the entrance soon; I didn't want to be late or miss it.

I then saw three teenage girls, all wearing All Time Low shirts. That definitely indicated that they were also here for the meet and greet. I lowly followed them without them noticing, I don't think they would've minded anyway, what would a gay teenage boy possibly do to them?

They walked to an entrance, which was barely even noticeable, and handed their tickets to the man at the door. He let them in.

I awkwardly walked up to him, handing him my tickets. He let me in and pointed to the direction I needed to go. He also gave me a pass to hang around my neck.

I nervously walked through the grand building, the same thoughts raging through my mind. My favourite band are here right now. I'm going to meet my favourite band.

I followed the other fans, since they knew where we were supposed to go. I was lead through the building, until we reached the actual arena and the stage.

We walked through the doors, and wondered into a humongous room. An immense stage was located at the very back, and looking up I could see rows upon rows of chairs. In the centre of the vast area, stood a fairly large huddle of obvious All Time Low fans, waiting for Matt, Rian, Zack and my darling, Jack. Some of the fans tried to talk to me, however I didn't want to speak to them. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to meet All Time Low.

I suddenly heard loud, obnoxious screaming coming from besides me. I became alert and quickly looked around to see what was happening. Four beautiful boys had just entered the room.

I covered my mouth with a shaky hand to stop myself from crying. They're real. They're here.

"Hey!" Matt said loudly. His voice is more angelic in person. "We're gonna spread ourselves out, and you sexy people can come up to us whenever you feel like it." Matt explained. I peaked through the crowd, to get a better look at them. My eyes instantly fell on Jack. I bit my trembling lip. The man of my dreams is real and standing in front of me.

I lined up for Rian first. I wanted to save Jack for last. I wasn't going for Rian first because he's my least favourite, that totally isn't true, I love that potato. It's just that I feel like Rian won't judge me for sobbing like a hormonal teenage girl. And also everyone went over to Jack and Matt first, because they don't appreciate Rian and Zack as much as me.

I was three fans away from Rian. I caught a glimpse of his famous smile. Two fans away.... One fan away... I'm next?

I'm slowly walked up to my favourite drummer, grinning like a mad man and trying my hardest not to cry.
"Hey, thanks for coming." Rian said enthusiastically, flashing his blindingly white teeth.

"Hi.." I said, with a shaky voice. I couldn't help but let a single tear show. Not even a minute in and I'm already embarrassing myself. "I'm sorry.." I said and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He reassured me with a warm smile. "Come here." He said and opened up his arms, which I happily allowed myself to throw myself in. I hugged him tightly, but then I realised that I only had a limited amount of time with him, which sucked balls.

"Can I get a picture?" I asked, releasing myself from his embrace and feeling slightly more confident.
"Of course." He responded. I handed Rian my phone and he took a cute picture of us both. I didn't want to, but I walked away from Rian. I don't think it's hit me yet that I just fucking hugged Rian Dawson, but I'm sure it will soon.

Next up was Zack, my sweet angel. Zack is so unappreciated, therefore I want to show him as much love as I possibly can, that's if I don't start crying again.

I slowly traveled down the line, getting closer to Zack. I felt more confident than before. I was still racked with nerves, however I felt calmer. I don't know why I felt calmer. I should be freaking out and crying hysterically. I'm glad I wasn't.

When it was my turn, Zack smiled cutely. "Hey, how's it going?" He said, sounding more than adorable.
"I'm doing great!" I said way too enthusiastically. I must sound like such an idiot. He smiled again. Oh that smile. "Can I get a picture?.." I asked awkwardly. He nodded and I passed him my phone. Another very cute picture was took.

"Have a good time tonight." Zack told me, lifting his hand up to give me a high-five. I happily high-fived him back and replied with a 'I will!'.

I don't know why I had suddenly turned so chill. I've just met half of my favourite band and I'm totally cool with it. However, deep down I'm dying inside.

Next was the wonderful and glorious Matthew Flyzik. And obviously he had the longest waiting line. That's what you get for being the lead singer. I watched as other fans, mostly all teenage girls, walk past me, crying about how Matt had just hugged them. I wasn't going to criticise them; I would probably do the same.

This line was a longer wait then Zack and Rian, but soon enough, I was next. Matt Flyzik is stood right in front of me. Oh God. What do I do? What do I say?..

"I can't believe you're real." I blurted out like an idiot. I internally hit myself. Good job, Alex. Matt only laughed beautifully in response.

"I hope I'm real." He responded. I giggled. Yes, giggled. "Come here, dude, don't leave me hangin'." He said, arms wide open. I went and hugged him tightly. I inhaled his scent secretly. Not because I'm creepy, but because I've always wanted to know what he smelt like. I can confirm that he smells like expensive cologne and vanilla.

I handed him my phone. He had his arm around my shoulder and kept me close whilst taking the picture. I thanked him and then got moved along for the grand finale. I was now going to meet Jack Barakat.

I anxiously walked up to his line. This is it. His line was also longer than Rian's and Zack's but not as big as Matt's. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..

"Hi." I said shyly to the one and only Jack Barakat. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying like a small baby. Jack looked me up and down, smirking. He's hotter in person. He's so beautiful, so stunning and so damn sexy.

"Hey, cutie." He said. His voice was so smooth, and so orgasmic. And also, cutie?! Jack Barakat thought I was cute?! "Thanks for coming." He said. He high-fived me quickly.

"Thanks for being here." I replied smoothly, biting my lip. He chuckled in response. I wanted to ravish his body right here, right now. It's a shame that I only have a limited amount time with him..

"Picture?"

"Sure thing, cutie." He replied, again with the nickname. Does this mean we're dating or something? It sure does in my corrupted mind.

I wrapped my arms around Jack's middle and he had his right arm slung around my shoulder as he took the picture. I'm touching Jack Barakat. Jack Barakat is touching me. Jack went into my picture folder and looked at the selfie he had just taken.

"We look like one of those cheesy Instagram couples." He joked, retreating his arm. Unfortunately, I had to let go of Jack.

"I wouldn't mind that.." I pathetically flirted. I had no chance with him, so I don't know why I even bothered. Jack bit his lip, which was such a turn on.

"Have a good time tonight, cutie." He said, "Take a shot for me, yeah?" He told me with a wink. I nodded hastily, smiling widely.
To my disappointment, I walked away from Jack. However, this is definitely the best day of my life.

Notes

Idk how London or hustler meet and greets work. Lol sorry