Fanboy

I loudly wept into my pillows. My pillows slowly getting over filled with my tears. How could he do that? I know I shouldn't get into fights, but he knows how much I love All Time Low, so he shouldn't of done that. I was finally going to see my favourite band live, and he just took that away from me because he's a heartless, fat bastard. I then heard knocking on my door. Whoever it is can go and suck a dick.

"Go away!" I sobbed. Obviously they didn't listen and walked in anyway. I didn't bother lifting my head up from my tear soaked pillow.

"Hey, sweetie..." I heard my mums voice say in her comforting, mothering tone. I didn't reply. I felt the end of my bed dip slightly as I felt her sit on it. "I'm sorry, Hun.." She whispered. She was really dragging out the sweet nicknames. "Maybe next year, yeah?" She said and that's when I lost it.

"It's been 'maybe next year' for two years now, mum." I said whipping my head up from the pillow. I sat up from my past laying down position, getting ready to say a speech. "Every year when they do their UK tour there is always a reason why you and dad stop me from going. And it's not fair. I know I shouldn't have gotten into the fight, but he doesn't even know the full story behind it all. You know I wouldn't fight with people for no reason and it just isn't fair, mum!" I cried.

"I'm sorry, Lex" she said softly, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulling me into her side. I then rested my head on my mums shoulder.

"Can you talk to him about it?.." I asked sniffling.

"I'll try and change his decision but I can't promise anything, sweetie." She said. I appreciated her effort, even though it probably won't work.

"You'll see them one day. Maybe this year, maybe next year. But I promise you that you will see them live." She told me. I smiled a little. My mum brought her free hand to my face and wiped away a few stray tears. "And I am certain that you will meet them." She said.

"I highly doubt that." I replied.

"Nope." She said. "You'll meet them one day." She said and kissed my forehead.

I hope she's right.

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It's been a week and my dad hasn't changed his decision about my tickets. It was Monday, the day I'm actually allowed back into school, which made my mood worse. I didn't like being excluded but I also don't like attending school. I tried to convince my mum that I'm sick, however she didn't believe me.

I was sat at the dining table eating breakfast with my family. I still wasn't speaking to my dad though. I want him to know how sad I am about the All Time Low thing. My mum was currently the only one out of the room, that was because the mailman just came and I asked her to go see if the All Time Low shirt I ordered came.

My mum came back into the room with several letters in her hand.

"Did my shirt come?" I asked.

"Nope." She said, flicking through the letters. She stopped flicking through them suddenly. She pulled one out and looked at it peculiarly.

"Michael, why on earth have you got a letter sent to you?" My mum asked.

"Why wouldn't I have a letter sent to me?" He replied.

"When have you ever sent or received a letter?" She asked.

"Well, I have now so give me it." He said. My mum passed him the letter.

"Oh yeah." He said, opening the letter up.

"What?" Jade asked suddenly, wanting to be in the conversation.

"It's the tickets that I got for Lex." He mumbled. My eyes widened.

"The tickets you got for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah." He said and tossed the letter across the table for me to catch.

I caught the letter and slowly opened it. My heart raced as I saw what they were. They were All Time Low tickets. I got off my chair quickly, rushing over to the other side of the table. I got to Michael and wrapped my arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you!" I repeated and squeezed my big brother tightly.

"Wait." My dad said. "When did you get him tickets for the concert I told him he couldn't go to?" He said, ruining the moment.

"I saw him crying about it, so I decided to be a good big brother and get him tickets." Michael explained.
"Well, he's not going." My dad said. I stopped hugging Michael and felt my heart break once again.

"No, Peter." My mum said. "Alex is going." She said. I love this woman.

"Isabelle, he doesn't deserve it." My dad replied.

"He does deserve it, and he is going if you like it or not." She said sternly and glared at my father. I looked between them. What's going to happen now? I watched as my dads face softened. He sighed loudly.

"Fine, he can go." He sighed. Silently, I walked over to my dad and hugged him too.

After a tiny 'I'm not mad at you anymore' session. I walked back over to my chair and sat back down. I can't believe I'm finally going to see my favourite band live. I'm going to be in the same room as them. I'll get to singalong with Matt. I tried to not overwhelm myself. Instead I had a better look at the contents in the letter.

There was only one ticket, so it looks like I'm going alone, but that doesn't matter. It was also a standing ticket, which was what I wanted. But then I looked at the area of the concert..

"Erm, Michael?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He simply responded.

"Why did you get the London tickets?" I asked. "We live in Manchester and they have a show at the Manchester Arena?" I questioned.

"I didn't know." He shrugged and took a bite out of the piece of toast that was in his hand. I looked down at the ticket in my hand. How are we even going to get there?..

"Look, we'll get a train to London on the day." Michael randomly said. Can he read my mind or something?

I vaguely nodded. I looked deeper in the letter and noticed another ticket, but this one wasn't like the one I was currently holding. I pulled it out and looked at it. My mouth slowly opened and I felt a tear run down my cheek.

"Alex, what's wrong?" My mum asked from across the table.

I gulped and grinned like a crazy person. How Michael managed to do this, I do not know. However, I'm not complaining one bit.

"I'm going to meet All Time Low.." I breathed.

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