Alex Gaskarth was perfect. Seriously, everyone loves this guy. Especially one Jack Barakat, bless his sexually confused heart.
His only friends being Rian, who served as more of a babysitter than anything.
Then there's Zack, who preferred to keep quiet in order to keep his sanity around his band of misfits (literally, but more on that later).
And that one other guy... what was his name again? Pat? Phil? Parker? Did it matter? He was just that one loser that chose to document his entire life on MySpace with hair that hung too far in his eyes and thought he could apply eyeliner and scream.
Ah, Pete. That was it.
Overall, none of them had any business hanging out together, let alone playing music together, let alone DATING each other. Jack knew he had no chance with the wonder that is Alex Gaskarth.
But did he care?
No. No he didn't.
Damn Alex and those perfect lips.
(Wouldja look at that my cover isn't quite as rubbish anymore)