This Four-Leaf Clover is All But Useless Now
Prologue
“What?!” Alex looked up, annoyed. Matt was looking down at him and Jack, who were sitting on the couch, a paused video game in front of them.
“We’re picking up a photographer in Chicago.”
“Why?” Jack asked fiddling with the game controller while looking at his manager. Matt sighed, the amount of times he had told the boys about this, and yet they still couldn’t remember.
“Remember, we had that deal with your old school?”
Jack shrugged and Alex scowled, vaguely remembering this conversation. Some months ago Matt had mentioned that he and Dunaley High School had made a deal where their A plus photography student would be able to spend a couple of weeks on tour with All Time Low. It was some sort of marketing and promoting scheme which had been bubbling away in Matt’s head for some time. Alex didn’t get it, he didn’t like it. Some guy on their bus, awing over them, messing up their lifestyle. Alex grunted, un-pausing the game, and catching Jack out. Jack cried out in protest, and Matt knew he had already lost their attention. He sighed and went to seek out Rian and Zack, who were, on the whole, far more sensible.
***
Annabelle Heron was packing her bag, a small suitcase complete with enough to last her two weeks. Her hair was still wet from her shower, she picked up the towel thrown onto her bed and dried it as she regarded the case in front of her. She walked into the bathroom down the hall, hung the damp towel on the rack, and retrieved a fresh one. She caught herself in the mirror. A thin girl, long, dark, curly hair, cheeks still pink from the hot shower. She didn’t bother taking the brush sitting on the bathroom counter, she never combed her perpetually knotty hair, somehow it never managed to get too messy. Instead she picked up a bag of toiletries she prepared the night before, quickly ran a brush over her teeth, and dropped that into it before disappearing from the bathroom, back into her own bedroom. She finished off the case with a couple of books, and shoved a satchel, a carry-on bag, with another book, her laptop, a sweater, and finally her precious camera. It was a gift from her mother, one to try and win her over. She hated her mom, her fake sweetness was sickening to Annabelle. She was glad she was getting away from her. At the thought of getting away, a great wave of nausea swept over the small girl. She was so nervous at the idea of flying by herself, about getting off the plane, seeing one of her favourite bands, LIVING with one of her favourite bands. She bundled her hands into fists and slammed the case close, she took a few deep breathes.
“Belle, honey, the taxi’s here!” She heard her mother call. She closed her eyes, smiled, and slung the satchel over her shoulder. She picked up the case and and with a sweeping look around her too-tidy room, turned off the light, and clicked the door close.
“We’re picking up a photographer in Chicago.”
“Why?” Jack asked fiddling with the game controller while looking at his manager. Matt sighed, the amount of times he had told the boys about this, and yet they still couldn’t remember.
“Remember, we had that deal with your old school?”
Jack shrugged and Alex scowled, vaguely remembering this conversation. Some months ago Matt had mentioned that he and Dunaley High School had made a deal where their A plus photography student would be able to spend a couple of weeks on tour with All Time Low. It was some sort of marketing and promoting scheme which had been bubbling away in Matt’s head for some time. Alex didn’t get it, he didn’t like it. Some guy on their bus, awing over them, messing up their lifestyle. Alex grunted, un-pausing the game, and catching Jack out. Jack cried out in protest, and Matt knew he had already lost their attention. He sighed and went to seek out Rian and Zack, who were, on the whole, far more sensible.
***
Annabelle Heron was packing her bag, a small suitcase complete with enough to last her two weeks. Her hair was still wet from her shower, she picked up the towel thrown onto her bed and dried it as she regarded the case in front of her. She walked into the bathroom down the hall, hung the damp towel on the rack, and retrieved a fresh one. She caught herself in the mirror. A thin girl, long, dark, curly hair, cheeks still pink from the hot shower. She didn’t bother taking the brush sitting on the bathroom counter, she never combed her perpetually knotty hair, somehow it never managed to get too messy. Instead she picked up a bag of toiletries she prepared the night before, quickly ran a brush over her teeth, and dropped that into it before disappearing from the bathroom, back into her own bedroom. She finished off the case with a couple of books, and shoved a satchel, a carry-on bag, with another book, her laptop, a sweater, and finally her precious camera. It was a gift from her mother, one to try and win her over. She hated her mom, her fake sweetness was sickening to Annabelle. She was glad she was getting away from her. At the thought of getting away, a great wave of nausea swept over the small girl. She was so nervous at the idea of flying by herself, about getting off the plane, seeing one of her favourite bands, LIVING with one of her favourite bands. She bundled her hands into fists and slammed the case close, she took a few deep breathes.
“Belle, honey, the taxi’s here!” She heard her mother call. She closed her eyes, smiled, and slung the satchel over her shoulder. She picked up the case and and with a sweeping look around her too-tidy room, turned off the light, and clicked the door close.
5 years isn't that far apart I mean hey, Hayley Williams and Chad Gilbert are 8 years apart and they're getting married! :D
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