VOID (Alex gaskarth)

You would think that grown men who have been in the serious music industry for almost 10 years would be able to handle themselves when one their songs comes on the radio. They can't.
“OMYGOD JACK IT'S OUR SONG!” Alex yelled from the backseat. “Turn it up PLEASE omygod.” Okay, if I would've known they'd be this crazy , I would've told a Charlote to put in the aux cord. She probably wouldn't do it anyway, since she's too embarrassed that all of her playlist consist heavily of All Time Low.
“YOU’VE COME THIS FAR YOU'RE ALL CLEANED UP YOU'VE MADE A MESS AGAIN!” They screamed. Then again, she could've taken a bullet this one time. “There's no more trying time to sort yourself out!” Charlotte joined in. “Don't encourage them!” I yelled over the loudness. By now the car was a screaming mess of the boys screeching, Alex hitting unnecessary high notes, and Charlotte’s carefully calculated singing (she was in choir for 3 years). I can't even hear myself narrate.

Of course I loved the song too, it's one of their best, but I am not about to sing in front of these guys. I sound like a dying whale. Who's getting killed by a sick cat. Who is also at the same time dragging their claws across a blackboard. Not pretty. “HOLD ON TIGHT, THIS RIDE IS A WILDDD, ONE! MAKE NO MISTAKE THE DAY WILL COME WHEN YOU CAN'T COVER UP WHAT YOU'VE DONEEE!” They were honestly about to drive me crazy. We were about 5 blocks away from the venue by now, and Charlotte doesn't even know where she's taking us. If I could read her mind, I would say she'd try and sneak them back to her place, and make it look like an accident. Except now that they're getting along really well, she won't want to jeopardize that with a stupid fangirl move.

“NOW DON'T LOSE YOUR FIGHT KID.” “DON'T LOSE YOUR FIGHT KID!” Alex yelled the backing vocals. Really? I turned down the radio hastily. “Hey?!” “What the fuck?” They yelled at me. Charlotte turned to her right and gave me the death glare...again. “Hey, we've been driving for about 10 minutes now, and you guys haven't even told us where the fuck we're going! Also if you forgot in that short amount of time, it's fucking raining outside!” The boys looked at me dumbfounded, and I almost regretted yelling at them. Almost.

“Oh shit my bad,” Jack finally said. “Just take us back to our hotel on Ox Street-” Alex shyly said, before he was interrupted by Jack again. “NO WAIT my friend is throwing a bomb ass party at The Standard and we have to go.” He sank back in his seat after his outburst. “Omg you guys hang out at The Standard?!” Charlotte asked happily. Considering that both of these people are rich and I don't know what “The Standard” is, I'm guessing it's a really fancy hotel. “Yeah dude every time we come to L.A. we have to party on the rooftop,” Jack said. Charlotte’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Seriously?! I go to the rooftop at least every other weekend,” she explained. I snorted.

What?” Alex asked. “Nothing. You guys just live these fancy ass lives and I could barely pay for the bus after buying your tickets,” I said. Alex just blinked at me. I couldn't tell if it was because he didn't know how to react to my complaining or if my story was just that damn sad. He started to say something, but was cut off by Charlotte and Jack’s screaming again.
“TO THE STANDARD!!”
“TO THE STANDARDDDD!!”
“God kill me.”

Notes

A/N This was just kind of a filler chapter, it's really bad I'm sorry. The good stuff will be in the next chapter when the get to the hotel I PROMISE. Thanks so much for reading!