Authors Note: This was originally written some time ago for a competition on another blog - I went back to find it recently and as far as I can tell, that blog has now been deleted, which is why I’m reposting now.
Alex had tried his best to be on time for once, he really had, but the universe was conspiring against him.
The proof was all
there - rehearsals for their upcoming tour had run on time every other day this
week (a miracle in itself when you consider the four overgrown children
pretending to be functioning adults who made up the band) but today, when Alex
had promised his girlfriend he would be on time, they overran by seventeen
minutes. Then he discovered that he’d accidentally left his car lights on all day
and now had a flat battery - it took an extra twenty four minutes for Matt
Flyzik, tour manager extraordinaire, to jump start the vehicle (and for anyone
keeping count, that’s already forty one minutes later than Alex was meant to
be). Then there was the traffic on the way home - having to sit still for an
extra nineteen minutes on top of his usual journey only served to make Alex
extra antsy (sixty whole minutes goddamn it, and he still had to shower &
change & most likely spend an unnecessary amount of time explaining to his
probably fuming girlfriend why he was so late because tonight was important, didn’t he realise that?!)
Y/N was sat on the
sofa when Alex entered the house, already in the dress she had picked out for
the night, hair and make-up all done & heels strapped around her feet,
staring blankly at the TV…which was turned off. This did not bode well for
baby,” he smiled, deciding to go for the casual ‘what do you mean I’m
It didn’t work.
“I just wanted
to be on time for once,” she growled, glaring up at her boyfriend,
“is that really too much to ask?”
“I tried, I
really did, but the universe hates me,” Alex half explained, not wanting
to get into the whole story while they were so short on time, “look, I’ll
just grab a quick shower and then we can go. We’ll hardly be late at all!”
“But I wanted
to do our announcement while everybody was sober,” she pouted.
Alex looked at her
“Baby, this is
the ATL crew you’re talking about - we would have had to gather everyone up at
ten am to catch them all sober!”
His response caught
her off guard, but she had known the whole crew for long enough to admit that
he was almost definitely correct. A large percentage of their touring family
had probably started drinking before lunch.
Alex took her
silence as his chance, darting upstairs towards the safety of the bathroom,
yelling something about being ‘ten minutes, tops. I swear down babe…’
Y/N didn’t know
where he had picked up that stupid phrase, but she made a mental note to tell
him never to use it again.
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I met the band You Me At Six in Philly last month. First, they did an acoustic show which was probably the best acoustic show I have ever heard in my life. Honestly, they are such an underrated band. After they played a few songs in front of about 20 VIP fans they took questions. They were the sweetest people and answered every question and started conversations with some fans as well. So finally, after they finished talking about hangovers and touring with All Time Low we waited in line and got pictures and signatures. They told us not to get any selfies but I got some and they were nice about signing anything. I cried the whole time and they were all so sweet and I had a great conversation with Dan and damn that was the best experience of my life.