Long Live Us
California, show me love, get buzzed, let's get fucked up!
"Oh my God, you will not believe what your completely straight best friend just did."
Jack lifted his gaze from the MacBook in front of him and leaned across the couch to see the screen of my phone. "Last time you said that it was followed by a picture of me and Alex from high school. A picture I don't even remember taking, by the way," Jack mumbled as he adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, that could have something to do with the bottle of vodka in Alex's hand. That's just a guess, though," I retorted, smirking at him. "Anyway, this one is all Alex. He dyed his fucking hair pink."
“What? That bitch!” Jack fake pouted and fell dramatically against the couch. He cursed as his computer slipped and sat up to place it on the coffee table. “He’s totally jealous because everyone loves my skunk hair,” Jack stated matter-of-factly as he held on to the beer bottle he’d had to move in order to make room for his MacBook.
“I’m sure that’s it, Jack,” I snickered as I leaned into his side. He rolled his eyes and draped an arm around my shoulder lazily.
“You know, I’m thinking tonight’s a candy, Chinese takeout, alcohol, and shitty horror movie kind of night.”
I turned my head to look at Jack and let out a light laugh. “Every night with you is full of candy, Chinese takeout, and alcohol. The shitty horror movies are a great idea, though,” I snickered as I poked the hand he let hang dangerously close to my boob.
“You know, I could be like other guys and just want sex all the time,” he pointed out, making a point to let his gaze flicker between my eyes and chest.
“You do want sex all the time, Jack,” I reminded as I stood from the embrace. I heard him groan and yell something along the lines of “don’t make fun of my manhood,” as I shuffled through the maze of my apartment to find a decent pair of shorts to wear out of the house.
Living in California has its advantages. Disneyland, of course, is the number one advantage (I’ve been around All Time Low long enough to have met Flyzik and even share a bit of his enthusiasm for the great park) but there are other great things that come to mind. Near constant semi-perfect climate, a ton of beaches, great shopping, and best of all, amazing people; that’s what I’d always dreamed my life would be. Thanks to this great state, and the great people, it was turning out that way.
Of course real life, as with dreams, comes with its fair share of nightmares. In the trend of lifelong advice, there’s that old saying that tells you not to judge a book by its cover. The same theory that applies to dreams, nightmares, people, places, etc. applies to something you’ve done hundreds of times.
Warped Tour; a summer staple, a melting pot of genres, and the source of my entertainment for the past five summers. All Time Low, one of the first bands that Addiction Dolls became acquainted with, has been on Warped at least four out of the five years we’ve been on the lineup. It’s no wonder we became fast friends. A whole summer on tour together, especially if it is a hundred or so bands, makes for an easy social scene.
Wrapped in memories, I failed to notice Jack's footsteps and almost jumped a mile when his hands found my waist.
"Whoa, don't kill me. I don't bite unless you want me to, but I've noticed you're into that sort of thing...."
I rolled my eyes and turned to face Jack. I slapped his blink t-shirt covered chest and moved around him to reach my dresser. "Everyone has their own little kink, Mr. Nipple Freak," I pointed out and snickered when his cheeks flared pink. "Anyway, are we ordering in or going out?"
"You know, I really don't want Chinese food. Now that you've brought up the sex, I'm pretty excited for that. I don't want to feel like I'm going to puke on you."
"That's actually happened, although I'm sure you were too drunk to remember, but don't think you're getting sex that easily, Barakat. You know me, once you get Chinese food on my brain, that's all I want. Now," I said as I pushed my jogging pants off and pulled on my blue jean shorts to replace them, "ordering in or going out?"
"You're a fucking tease, you know that? Ugh, fine. Let's go out. Sake bombs!" Jack cheered before running down the hallway of my apartment.
"You have the attention span of a three year old," I pointed out as I gathered my keys, phone, and purse from the table. "It's super adorable."
Jack smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked through the hallway and toward the elevator. "That's why you love me," he said, sighing in content.
Yeah, I love him.
Jack lifted his gaze from the MacBook in front of him and leaned across the couch to see the screen of my phone. "Last time you said that it was followed by a picture of me and Alex from high school. A picture I don't even remember taking, by the way," Jack mumbled as he adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, that could have something to do with the bottle of vodka in Alex's hand. That's just a guess, though," I retorted, smirking at him. "Anyway, this one is all Alex. He dyed his fucking hair pink."
“What? That bitch!” Jack fake pouted and fell dramatically against the couch. He cursed as his computer slipped and sat up to place it on the coffee table. “He’s totally jealous because everyone loves my skunk hair,” Jack stated matter-of-factly as he held on to the beer bottle he’d had to move in order to make room for his MacBook.
“I’m sure that’s it, Jack,” I snickered as I leaned into his side. He rolled his eyes and draped an arm around my shoulder lazily.
“You know, I’m thinking tonight’s a candy, Chinese takeout, alcohol, and shitty horror movie kind of night.”
I turned my head to look at Jack and let out a light laugh. “Every night with you is full of candy, Chinese takeout, and alcohol. The shitty horror movies are a great idea, though,” I snickered as I poked the hand he let hang dangerously close to my boob.
“You know, I could be like other guys and just want sex all the time,” he pointed out, making a point to let his gaze flicker between my eyes and chest.
“You do want sex all the time, Jack,” I reminded as I stood from the embrace. I heard him groan and yell something along the lines of “don’t make fun of my manhood,” as I shuffled through the maze of my apartment to find a decent pair of shorts to wear out of the house.
Living in California has its advantages. Disneyland, of course, is the number one advantage (I’ve been around All Time Low long enough to have met Flyzik and even share a bit of his enthusiasm for the great park) but there are other great things that come to mind. Near constant semi-perfect climate, a ton of beaches, great shopping, and best of all, amazing people; that’s what I’d always dreamed my life would be. Thanks to this great state, and the great people, it was turning out that way.
Of course real life, as with dreams, comes with its fair share of nightmares. In the trend of lifelong advice, there’s that old saying that tells you not to judge a book by its cover. The same theory that applies to dreams, nightmares, people, places, etc. applies to something you’ve done hundreds of times.
Warped Tour; a summer staple, a melting pot of genres, and the source of my entertainment for the past five summers. All Time Low, one of the first bands that Addiction Dolls became acquainted with, has been on Warped at least four out of the five years we’ve been on the lineup. It’s no wonder we became fast friends. A whole summer on tour together, especially if it is a hundred or so bands, makes for an easy social scene.
Wrapped in memories, I failed to notice Jack's footsteps and almost jumped a mile when his hands found my waist.
"Whoa, don't kill me. I don't bite unless you want me to, but I've noticed you're into that sort of thing...."
I rolled my eyes and turned to face Jack. I slapped his blink t-shirt covered chest and moved around him to reach my dresser. "Everyone has their own little kink, Mr. Nipple Freak," I pointed out and snickered when his cheeks flared pink. "Anyway, are we ordering in or going out?"
"You know, I really don't want Chinese food. Now that you've brought up the sex, I'm pretty excited for that. I don't want to feel like I'm going to puke on you."
"That's actually happened, although I'm sure you were too drunk to remember, but don't think you're getting sex that easily, Barakat. You know me, once you get Chinese food on my brain, that's all I want. Now," I said as I pushed my jogging pants off and pulled on my blue jean shorts to replace them, "ordering in or going out?"
"You're a fucking tease, you know that? Ugh, fine. Let's go out. Sake bombs!" Jack cheered before running down the hallway of my apartment.
"You have the attention span of a three year old," I pointed out as I gathered my keys, phone, and purse from the table. "It's super adorable."
Jack smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked through the hallway and toward the elevator. "That's why you love me," he said, sighing in content.
Yeah, I love him.
5/14/13