“Are you asking anyone ?” I asked Pommie . She shook her head .
“I didn't have many friends back home “ She replied . “I was kind of a social outcast , I guess .” She laughed a little , but without humour .
“Why ?”
“My mom , I suppose . I lived in a small town , and ...word gets around .”
“What happened ?” Charles asked . She stopped her conversation with Sam , and they both turned to Pommie .
“She was” Pommie began , hesitating . “Messed up . Seriously messed up . My mom was never quite right in the head , but her mother didn't tell anyone . She didn't want anyone to know she had produced an imperfect child .”
Pommie paused . She sighed , and closed her eyes .
“Are you going to tell us anymore ?” Charles said after a second . Pommie shook her head , and nodded towards the camera .
“Oh” Said Sam .
“Right” I muttered .
“Forgot about that” Charles said .
“Tell us later , yeah ?” Sam said softly . Pommie hesitated , then nodded .
“Hey !” Rian shouted from the kitchen . “Go get dressed . We're going out tonight .”
The four of us gathered in my room , exchanging t-shirts and fashion advice . Rian had told us that we were all going to a fancy restaurant in Baltimore , to meet up with Matt , Grieco ,and Vinny , three of their best friends from previous tours . I'd already met Matt Flyzick at the meeting yesterday , and I could see why the boys liked him .
“Wear this” Charles said , tossing a top at me . It was a neutral cream colour with silver sequins scattered over the front of it . “With some skinny jeans . And your brown boots .”
“Thanks” I said , going into the bathroom to put it on . When I came out , the other three were done .
Sam's hair was messy , but in a way that you could tell she'd arranged it like that , and her eyes were framed with thick eyeliner and mascara . She was wearing mostly the same clothes as she had arrived in , but had exchanged her Fall Out Boy hoodie for a black jacket , and her Converse for dark boots .
Charles wore a pair of light wash skinny jeans , and a green sweater Alex had bought me . Her hair was freshly straightened and cascaded down her back .
Pommie had , by the looks of it , been forced into some sort of summer dress . It was pretty , and suited her . She looked uncomfortable though , and fidgeted with the bottom of it without realizing .
“Come on , come on , lets go !” Yelled Jack impatiently .
Sam flung open the door and stuck out her tongue at him . He got her in a headlock and they wrestled down the stairs .
“Now you've messed up my hair” Sam complained when they got to the bottom .
“Sam's got a sex head !” Alex yelled , rushing out to the car .
The restaurant was crowded , but Rian had called in earlier to make a reservation .
“Vinny !” Zack said , suddenly . “Hey man , whats up ?”
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We're The Back Pocket Believers (All Time Low Fan Fiction)
FanfictionHazel Reede was average. Actually, she was a little below that. She is fifteen when her family dies and leaves her broken hearted and completely alone. But it's when she's at her lowest point that she meets Alex Gaskarth, the lead singer of All Time...
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