Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

"What time do you guys go on?" I asked, pulling my shirt over my head to replace it with something I wouldn't be ashamed to be wearing in public.

Garrett scratched his head. His hair, which seemed to be growing like crazy, stood up slightly. I tried not to giggle. "Um...seven. No, eight. I think. Maybe."

"You're really on top of things." I laughed. I switched from pajama shorts to skinny jeans in record time. I felt like a professional. "Pat said he wants to hit the movies later. Do you want to go?"

He stood up, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He was watching me put on my eyeliner, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Could be fun."

"And if we're lucky, Pat won't get us kicked out." I smiled, brushing eyeshadow over my lids. I never realized before this how completely pale I was. I knew that since the start of tour, I hadn't been outside much, but I looked like I'd fallen out of a Stephenie Meyer book. I pinned my bangs out of my eyes, and stepped into a pair of Reeboks--the ones I'd stolen from Wren earlier.

"ANDREA! HELP ME!" Someone gasped from the hallway. I turned to Garrett, raising my eyebrows. He shook his head, took my hand, and we walked over to the door. Pat was lying face down on the ground with Jared on his back. "HELP!"

"Pat, why the hell did you call him?" John asked, pacing back and forth, looking like he was about to be sick. He was staring on the recent calls list on his phone. "Bad idea, Pat! Bad, bad bad!"

Jared looked up, seeing us for the first time. "Uh, Andy...Garrett...I don't think you're going to be too happy to hear this, but--"

"Pat invited All Time Low to the movies tonight." John finished, practically pulling out his hair, which stood in a giant mess on his head. "They're playing with us tonight at the DiveBar, and now, thanks to Kirch, they're coming fucking with us."

I paled. I felt dizzy. Who was making the room spin? "Oh."

"I told Alex this wasn't going to work. I told him that Andy wasn't into him, and now we have to explain it in person when he sees you going out with her." John was in panic-mode too. It made me feel less alone. Garrett seemed so sure of himself, like he had no problem in the world that I'd be seeing Alex Gaskarth tonight. The person who offered me to come on tour with them because we were going out just friends.

"It's just a movie." Garrett said, squeezing my hand. "You won't have to talk to him."

"Distract me, please." I mumbled, throwing my pipe-cleaner arms around his neck.

He laughed, with a slight smirk on his face. "Naturally."

"I'm sorry, Andy." Pat said, sticking out his bottom lip. Jared hadn't moved. He was still resting on Pat's tiny rib cage, texting away on his cell phone. "I'd give you a hug, but my bones are being crushed by Jared-a-saurus.

Jared furrowed his eyebrows. "Girl."

"Dinosaur."

"Chicken legs."

"FIRE CROTCH!"

"Pat," John said, "Don't yell in the hallway!"

I couldn't exactly imagine why John was so stressed out about this. He never said anything about having a problem with Alex, so why did it bother him now? He wasn't my boyfriend. He didn't have to worry about me being whisked away by another band. I was staying put. No matter what.