On Warped Tour, every night is a party. No matter what time it is, what day of the week it is, there is a party going on, especially the first night and last night.

And of course, who better to be at the center of it all than All Time Low?

Around midnight, I had to get out of the bus for some air. There had to have been at least seventy-five people on the bus, the majority of them I had never seen before in my life. Ususally, I'm way more sociable at bus parties, but I'm pretty sure that's in direct correlation to the amount of alcohol consumed, and all I'd done was sip at a bottle of light beer to keep the edge off. Ever since I'd met Spencer, I'd stopped drinking as much.

I decided a quick walk around the area where the buses were parked would cool me off, maybe give me some time to get in the right frame of mind. Out of the next ten buses I passed, three of them were lit up like Christmas, blaring music, and filled with laughing, screaming, drunk people. I felt strangely out of place.

Maybe I've outgrown Warped Tour, I thought, kicking around an empty beer can. Maybe spending all this time being serious with Spencer is rubbing off.

After what seemed like hours of dribbling the can around the lot, I kicked it as far away as I possibly could.

"Hey Kap!"

I whipped around to see the outline of a tall guy standing about twenty feet behind me. Something about him was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"What d'you want?"

He laughed. It was so familiar, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember where it was from. The crappy lighting set shadows across his face, so I couldn't even see it properly. I started walking hesitantly towards the shadowy figure, determined to figure out who it was.

When I was five feet away, I could finally see him properly. All six feet, two inches of him. The blue in his bangs matched the electric blue of his eyes. In both of our eyes, actually.

"I just wanted to spend some time with my baby sister."

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, I turned and ran away, stumbling over uneven ground and my own feet.

I was paying so much attention to not tripping over my too-big flip-flopsand looking over my shoulder, I barely noticed where I was going, until I ran into something solid. At first, I thought it was a wall, but walls generally don't hug you and ask if you're okay when you run into them.

"Kap? Are you okay? You look pretty freaked out."

I took a deep, shaky breath, and leaned into Zack's chest. "It's nothing. I just... I thought I saw something."

Zack looked thoughtful for a moment before he spoke again. "Kap, I might have had a couple of drinks, but I'm not even close to being drunk enough to believe that bullshit. Your heart is beating like crazy, and this is the first time I've seen you look really scared in years. So spill your guts, Laviscount."

I let out a soft, uneasy laugh. "You know Zack, sometimes I forget how different you are from the other guys."

"How's that?"

"You're not a complete and total idiot when you're drunk."

Zack chuckled. "You're right. Which is why I'm not letting you change the subject on me. What happened?"

I took a deep breath and tried to come up with the words to explain what I'd thought I'd seen without sounding completely insane.

"Do you want to sit down?" Zack offered, gesturing to an abandoned picnic table a few yards away. I nodded slowly and let him lead the way there.

We sat opposite each other, Zack waiting patiently for me to collect my thoughts before I spoke. It was surprisingly peaceful outside, which was a welcome change from the pounding music and laughter of the bus party.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" I asked finally.

Zack looked surprised. "Ghosts?"

"Yeah, it's crazy, I know, but-"

"It's not crazy," he was quick to reassure me. "Lots of people think they see ghosts."

"But you don't believe them."

"I didn't say that. I think people see what their minds want them to. Why? Who did you see?"


"Oh, Kap. Come here." Zack patted the seat on the bench next to him. I sat down and leaned my head on his shoulder while I tried as hard as I could not to cry. I failed miserably, and big, fat, salty tears started rolling down my face.

"Sorry to do this to you, Zack," I sobbed.

"Hey, it's no big deal. I got worried when you weren't around."

"Because we need to get everyone out so we can start driving and get to the next stop on time."

I laughed through the tears, and wiped them on the sleeve on my hoodie. "Zack, Zack, Zack. Always straight down to business, huh?"

"Someone's gotta do it," he shrugged. "And Flyzik's just puked up a lung."


"Not booze."


"Yeah, I know. We might not want to use the bathroom for a while."

I let out another half-laugh, and wiped my eyes on my sleeve again. "Poor Flyzik."

"I have fifty bucks that says food poisoning."

"I'll take that bet. I say it's sunstroke."

"You're on."
We shook on it, and sat watching the bus for a moment.

"So... you want some help getting everyone out?"

"Only if you wanna. If you're not up for it, I think I have a paintball gun in there somewhere."

""I'm up for it," I giggled. "But if it comes down to it, I get the first shot with the paintball gun."


"Then lead the way, Merrick."


Super-short, because I am an asshole, I had less than zero ideas, and I'm so, so sorry. I'll see if I can get a longer/better chapter up tomorrow!


Say So (Alex Gaskarth)Read this story for FREE!