Fanboy

It was the day. February 11th 2016. The day I'm going to see and meet All Time Low. This morning I had relentlessly dug through my wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit. I couldn't go looking like a tramp. I needed to look cool; I don't want Jack Barakat to think that I'm a loser. I had over twenty All Time Low shirts in total, so it was hard limiting them down. Right now I was deciding between four in particular.

The first one was my 'Jack Barakat is my boyfriend' tee. If I wore this it would make it obvious that I'm gay or it might make me look like I just have a sense of humour. What if it were to creep Jack out though? I don't want to creep him out... I tossed the shirt into the fairly big pile of other shirts on the carpeted floor.

The next was the shirt where they are cartoons, covered in bras. Everyone is probably going to be wearing this shirt though, and I don't want to be one of those people. I sighed, throwing the shirt into the pile.

The third was my baseball shirt. The front just said 'All Time Low' in some sort of fancy font, the back said 'Barakat', then underneath that was an eighteen to represent the day Jack was born on. I adored this shirt, however according to the tickets I'm standing, meaning that it might be too hot to wear this... That left me with one shirt left.

I looked at the final shirt. It was a completely black, low cut and had 'All Time Low' written down it in colourful writing. I clutched the thin fabric in between my fingers, slowly realising that this shirt was perfect. This shirt perfectly shows off my more than stunning collar bones, something I'm very proud off. It's also a bit loose on me, so I won't be too hot and sweaty.

I smiled widely, pulling off my sleeping shirt and replaced it with the ATL merchandise. Along with that, I took off my pyjama bottoms and slid on my black skinny jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, to check if I looked like a fool or not. Not surprisingly, I looked quite cute. To make myself cuter, I walked quickly over to my desk and grabbed my choker. I went back to my mirror and watched as I slid the black plastic over my head, then leaving it around my throat.

I certainly looked feminine, I was wearing a woman's shirt, women's skinny jeans and a teenage, emo girl accessory after all. That didn't bother me though, I liked how I looked and I hope the boys do too. I glanced over at my clock and realised that it was quarter to three, we needed to be on the train to London soon.

I grabbed my spending money, phone and head phones and shoved them into my backpack before rushing downstairs.

"Mike!" I shouted.

"What!" I heard him yell back from the living room.

"We need to get the next train which is in like twenty minutes!" I stressed, walking into the living room, seeing my brother sitting on the battered couch. He nodded without looking up from his damn phone.

"Mike!" I whined.

"Alright, alright.." He murmured, standing up. I sighed before walking out into the hall to put on my shoes.
"Mike!" I yelled subconsciously when I noticed that my brother was still in the living room. "Get your ass out here, we need to get our train!" I shouted. His lazy self finally wondered out of the living room, my mum following closely behind.

"Be careful, Alex." Was the first thing my mum said to me. "I don't want you to get mugged whilst you're there.." She muttered. "Are you only wearing that skimpy top? Alex, you're going to freeze to death!" She exaggerated. I rolled my eyes. My mum picked up my hoodie and stuffed it into my backpack. She kept throwing questions left, right and centre at me, to the point were it was unbearable.

"Mum, I'm going to be fine, Michael is with me, so I'm safe." I told her.

"Okay." She sighed. "Have fun, sweetie." She told me and kissed my forehead. I thanked her quickly because we really didn't have anymore time to waste. The meet and greet was at five o'clock and our train journey is going to be a little over two hours. We shared our last goodbyes before leaving for London.

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We were finally on the train. Michael betted that we could totally get this whole train ride for free, I begged to differ and I was right. After we actually paid, the ride was more relaxing since I didn't have to worry about the scary, old, conductor appearing. I was still racked with nerves and excitement though. I was going to meet my favourite band. I still couldn't believe that Mike did this for me. I still wondered why he did it though.

"Mike?" I said, kicking his leg lightly under the train table.

"What?" He questioned, not taking his eyes off his phone.

"Why did you get me All Time Low tickets?" I asked. I asked this question before, however I felt like he wasn't telling me the truth.

"I told you, didn't I?" He sighed. "I did it because I'm nice." He said.

"What are you doing whilst I'm at the show?" I asked suddenly. He groaned.

"You really wanna know?" He asked. I nodded. "Y'know Chris? Well, his cousin lives down in London and he's havin' this proper good party. Chris's cousin is known for having boss parties. He's gonna have weed and shit. It's gonna be sick." Michael said too quickly. He left me dumbfounded.

"So the real reason why you got me All Time Low tickets was so you could attend an illegal rave?.." I asked slowly. He nodded.

"Mum an' dad wouldn't have let me come down to London by myself without a reason." He explained.

"It's reassuring to know that spending a fuck ton of money on your baby brother was all to go to a party." I mumbled. "Thanks anyway... I guess." I said lowly, not too sure on what to really think about this situation.

I glanced out the window and watched the scenery pass by me. I went into my backpack and grabbed my phone and headphones. I plugged the headphones in and got lost in my daydreams whilst listening to All Time Low.

In less then two hours, I'm going to meet those beautiful losers.

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