Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

Smooth Criminal

nine.

My dad happened to be on duty Friday night, so convincing my mother to let me go hang out with some friends wasn’t all that hard. Her only rule was that I had to text her when I got to the venue and I had to let her know when we were leaving and when I got back to Amanda’s house. Mom promised me that she wouldn’t say a word to my father about the concert. I seriously love my mom so much.
When school let out that afternoon, Alex, Amanda, and I all walked together to the student parking lot. Amanda seemed to like the fact that Alex had adapted into our little bubble of friendship, but I think that’s just because she’s had a major crush on Jack since I could remember. So if Alex stuck around long enough, then Jack would most likely become a member of the circle of friends.
“What should I wear tonight?” Amanda asked me, making my focus shift to her from the sounds of our feet hitting the pavement beneath us.
“Go naked,” Alex shrugged at her. Amanda rolled her eyes at him and flipped him off, mumbling ‘You wish’ under her breath. “Just wear a fucking t-shirt and skinny jeans, dude.”
Amanda gasped at Alex as if he had just committed a serious crime and glared at him.
“Girls do not just simply throw on t-shirts and jeans and call it a day. Especially when going to social gatherings such as concerts. The beauty of the perfect outfit is an art. And you, sir, are never allowed to say such a thing to me ever again,” Amanda lectures him. The entire time she’s speaking, Alex glances over at me with an ‘is she fucking serious’ look and I sadly nod my head. The two of us try so hard to burst out into laughter.
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Alex salutes Amanda and I go into a fit of giggles while Amanda grunts at the two of us and flips her hair over her shoulder.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out when we get to your house, Manda. I’m just wearing one of Rory’s old ACDC baseball tees and denim shorts.”
“Okay, I can work with that,” Amanda says, thinking to herself out loud. “I’ll just do your makeup all nice and such.” I roll my eyes and mouth ‘Help me,’ to Alex, who shrugs his shoulders at me as I’m forced to accept defeat.
“Where the fuck have you been, William? I’ve been waiting by your car for the last twenty minutes.”
The three of us stop at Alex’s car where Jack was leaning against the passenger side door. Amanda’s face turns bright pink and her entire demeanor changes as her eyes never leave the ground. I’m sure she’s having some type of mini panic attack on the inside, being this close to Jack.
“Calm your tits, Barakat. I was talking to my friends.” Alex slaps the back of Jack’s head. “I will see you ladies tonight.” He winks at me and pulls me into a side hug and we go our separate ways.
“He’s so cute,” Amanda finally yells when the two boys are out of earshot. “I can’t deal with this.”
“He’s a really cool dude. You could always just hang out with us after school one day, you know.”
Amanda stops walking abruptly. “You’ve hung out with Jack Barakat?” Her voice comes out very quiet and small. I nod my head slowly, unsure of why this was such big news. “And you didn’t tell me!?” Now she was yelling at me.
“Alex, Jack, and I all hung out at Alex’s house the other day. I didn’t think you’d actually care that much, dude. Calm down. He’s just a boy with dorky hair.” I roll my eyes and wait at Amanda’s car while she tried to compose herself.
“He’s so much more than that though,” she cries dramatically. “He’s the love of my life.” She places the back of her hand to her forehead and takes a dramatic breath. “It’s okay. If you and Alex hang out tonight, that means I’ll have to go with you. And if Alex is there, that means Jack will be there too. And then he’ll see how amazing and attractive I am and he’ll fall madly in love with me and it’ll be perfect and oh my holy shit I have to look extra fabulous tonight. He has to fall in love me, Stells. He has to or I’ll die.”
“Amanda, breathe!” I bark at my friend as she rants on and on about Jack. “Yes, you and Jack will probably end up hanging out with Alex and me tonight. But if you act like this, I’m going to make you sit in the fucking car while I hang out with the guys.” Amanda pouts and starts the car.
“I’ll be good,” she says quietly. That girl is too much, I swear to God.

“My face is caked in goop,” I say as I stare at my reflection while Amanda smirks at her ‘masterpiece’ that is my face.
“You look hot as shit,” Amanda argues.
“I don’t even look like me!”
I usually agree to letting Amanda do my makeup for events but normally she just sticks to the usual winged eyeliner, simple bronzer, simple blush.... Stuff like that. But this time, she had gone overboard. My face was contoured so much, it was almost a completely different color than the rest of my body, my blush was okay, but the smokey eye she had created on my eyelids was extremely heavy and mushed in with the heavy black eyeliner that surrounded my eyes. The grunge look worked for some people, but tonight I have learned that it most definitely didn’t work on me. I sighed at my reflection, knowing that there was absolutely no way Amanda was going to let me take it off.
“How do I look?” Amanda asks me, picking at herself while gazing into her full length mirror that was her closet door. I glance at her outfit that she finally chose suitable for tonight’s events - a skull printed crop top with white, ripped cut off shorts. Her hair was straightened to perfection with a black beanie sitting snuggly on her head. Her makeup was slightly like mine, except the grunge look actually worked for her, making all of her facial features pop in all the right places.
“You look amazing, Manda. Are we ready?” I ask her, tugged my shorts down my thighs. Amanda nods, grabbing her car keys and purse from her bed and the two of us climb down her stairs. Her mom was at her boyfriend’s house for the weekend, I guess, considering I haven’t seen her at all since I’ve gotten here.
The drive to the venue was short, so we decided to get drinks at the Sonic that was down the street before committing ourselves to being inside the venue for the rest of the night. I texted Alex to see if they wanted anything, so we ended up bringing five more drinks to the venue with us.
From Alexander G-Scarth: Text me when you get here so I can get you backstage.(;
I slip my phone between my thighs and turn to Amanda, who’s bouncing with excitement.
“I can’t believe so much has changed since the last concert,” she says excitedly. “I mean, who would have thought that the two of us would be backstage, hanging out with the guys before the concert? Isn’t this insane?” She pulled her car up to the back of the venue where Alex instructed us to park and found a spot decently close to the door. I texted Alex that we were here and waited for him to come get us.
“Just, for the love of all things holy, do not make an ass of yourself in front of Jack. He’s literally just like you and me. He goes to the same school as us, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’ll try,” she says sheepishly. “He’s just so cute…”
“I can’t fucking deal with you,” I mutter as I see Alex’s lanky figure walking coolly over to our car. I grab my belongings and the drinks and get out of the car, smiling at my friend as he waves to Amanda and me.
“Ladies,” he nods cordially. “Thank you for providing us with libations.”
“My mom left me, like, over a hundred bucks for the weekend so I figured it was no biggie,” Amanda shrugs it off. Her mom always leaves her with an insane amount of money when she leaves her for the weekend, as if it was supposed to make up for the fact that she’s practically abandoning her child. Amanda might say it’s fine, but no one else sees the glint of sadness in her eyes when she swears that she’s used to it.
Amanda and I follow Alex through a series of hallways before we stop at a door with a piece of printer paper with “All Time Low” written crudely in Sharpie. Alex is the first to go in, Amanda and I spill in after him. Everyone looks at us and then cheer as they notice that we have brought them drinks.
“You’re the bestest friend ever,” Jack yells excitedly as he takes his Coke from me. I smile at him and shake my head. “No seriously. All this place has is bottled water. I’ve already gone through, like, six bottles. And I have to pee again so I will be back.” Jack rushes out the door and disappears down the hall.
“So what time does the set start?” I ask as I sit down next to Zack on the couch.
“In about thirty minutes. Are y’all going back out in the crowd or do you want to chill out in the wings?” Alex asks us with a smirk. Amanda loses her shit and excitedly screams about how cool this night is.
“I guess we’re watching from side stage,” I laugh.
“I don’t think I’ve met you before,” Zack says as he turns his attention to me.
“I’m Stella. I’m in Alex’s English class,” I introduce myself to him. He nods his head at takes a sip of his cherry limeade.
“Thanks for the drink, dude.” He smiles at me and I shrug.
“A friend of Alex is a friend of mine, I guess.”
The conversation dies and I pull my phone out of my back pocket to text my mom and let her know that I’m safely at the concert, to which she responds with a heart and a smiley face. I smile at my mom’s response, pondering once again how she could possibly be involved with someone like my father. It just makes no sense to me.
“Alright guys. Show time!” A man a year or two older than us walks into the room to rally everyone up. “Here are your passes,” he says to Amanda and me, handing us two laminated passes with ‘VIP’ in bold letters. Amanda and I smiled widely at each other as we hung the passes around our necks and followed the group to the stage. “I’m Matt, by the way.” He offers his hand to each of us.
“Stella,” I say, accepting his hand shake.
“Amanda,” she says, mirroring my actions with a large smile.
“I’m assuming you go to school with the guys?” Matt asks as the guys get their perspective instruments situated and get ready to go on stage.
“Alex and I are actually partners for an English project right now,” I tell him as I watch Alex close his eyes and go into deep concentration. Amanda and Matt’s conversation becomes background noise as I keep my focus on Alex. The look on his face is just so adorable. I could stare at him like this forever.
‘What the fuck,’ I think to myself. I do not like Alex like that. I don’t. I can’t. We’re just friends. He’s the heartthrob of Dulaney and I’m a nobody. Good lord, Stella.
“Good luck!” Amanda shouts to the four guys as they run on stage. Alex winks at me and I blow him a kiss for good luck.
“What’s up, B-more! We’re All Time Low,” Alex shouts with a great amount of energy as he bounces around on stage. “Let’s party.”

Notes

Woo! Longer chapter! Woo!

Comments

This was one of my absolute favorite stories. I am very curious to know if you are going to continue with this? Because I have to know what happens next.

BreaClift. BreaClift.
6/14/21

I want to know if there is going to be sequel to this story?

BreaClift. BreaClift.
3/26/19

I don't remember anything. I need to restart this. Damn, all I remember is loving this. Only more reason to read it all again.

Haha, keepin' it real. :) No worries, the only one that was kind of concerning was the Blink-180 because I think that's the first time I've ever seen that. XD But I figured it was a typo.
:)

Nanook Nanook
1/4/19

@Daydreamers her big reveal will be in the last chapter ;) hang tight.

katybear18 katybear18
1/4/19