We All Fall Down

"Alexander William Gaskarth!"

He turned his head upwards to see me standing on the tour bus, with my hands on my hips.
With a bored expression and a more or less sarcastic tone, he said, "What, mom?"

I could've beaten that boy senseless.

"Don't you 'effing mom me. Alex, do I look like your mother?"

He gave me a one over and said, "Well, the way you're standing, you sure look like one," as he indicated the hands-on-the-hips stance.

"Mia, you'd totally be a hot MILF!" shouted Jack from the back.

I almost trampled over Rian to get over to him. The blood on his face was already cleaned up, but the blood on his shirt was dried and stained. "Oh Jack," I whispered as I carefully cupped his chin, getting a good look down at his gashed up face.

I spun around and shouted at Alex, "This is all your fault! I told you absolutely no crowd-surfing! And what's the first thing that comes out of your mouth?"

Alex mumbled something, not meeting my eyes.

"Mumbler!" I shouted.

With a little more conviction, he said in a half-assed tone, "Hey, Jack, why don't you jump into the crowd and go crowd-surfing."

"And what did he do?" I asked Alex, resting a hand on Jack's cheek.

"He jumped into the crowd."

"And then?"

He was quiet, looking everywhere that was not me. With a heaved sigh, he finally said, "He got punched in the nose by some crazy mofo."

"You're damn right it was a crazy mofo! Alex, what were you thinking?" said Jack in a high-pitched, girly voice.

There was silence as both Alex and I just stared down at Jack who was smiling sheepishly up at us.

"Sorry," he said. "I just thought that I'd add that in there."

I glared down at him.

"I do not sound like that."

He only shrugged and winced in pain when my fingers touched the tip of his nose. "You're such a dumbass," I told him.

Jack Barakat had broken his nose.

Because he was dumb enough to crowd surf.

Jack, at the end of their last set, randomly just jumped into the crowd. Earlier, I remembered that Alex was the one who had encouraged him to do it.

It was all fine at first. Alex had followed Jack in too, it was a pretty poor attempt though. But he had gotten out a second later after one of the security guards yanked him right out. Jack, on the other hand, still hadn't come out.

By that time, I had begun to get worried. It wasn't until I saw Rian pointing out to something in the back, that I realized he had gotten lost in the sea of fans. And there was blood running down his shirt. That just about scared the shit out of me. I wanted to go and shoot the crazy mofo that had done that to my Jack monkey.

So when I finally got back to the tour bus, I was ready to place all the blame on that idiot; Alex Gaskarth.

"Mia," he whined.

I ignored him, setting all my attentions on Jack. His nose looked horrible.

"Mia," he whined again.

I looked around for the first aid kit.

"Come on, you can't ignore me completely."

I watched Jack, who had a playful grin tugging at his mouth. He was enjoying this a little too much. Sometimes I wondered how he could be Alex's other best friend when he thoroughly enjoyed laughing at the poor boy's expense. Even though, at the moment, I wasn't exactly Alex's biggest fan.

"Give him some slack," whispered Jack.

I didn't even bother to look him in the eye as I poked his nose with a cotton swab. He yelped, causing me to smile in satisfaction. That'll teach him.

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"Mia, how long are you going to put up with this?" asked a very tired and worn out Jack.

"As long as it takes," I told him, huffing a little bit.

The both of us were slammed up against the door, trying to make sure that Alex wouldn't come in. But for a pretty small guy, he had the strength of a brute.

"You better fucking open this damn, motherfucking door, you motherfuckers!"

I looked up at Jack.

"Is it just me, or does he get more...verbal when he's pissed?" asked Jack with an eyebrow half raised. I would have laughed at this comment if it weren't for Alex banging his entire body into the freaking door right up against us.

There was a few more bangs and slams before it got quiet all of a sudden. Both Jack and I just looked at each other, wondering if it was safe just yet.

Moments passed by and it seemed like Alex had finally given up.

Jack sat down on the bunk that was right across from me, sinking into the mattress. I just stood there, awkwardly crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sometimes..." started Jack, but he shook his head and laid back onto his bed.

I gave him a weird look and nudged him to go on with what he was saying.

"It's nothing," he said.

But I didn't buy that.

"You were going to say something. What is it?" I asked him, nudging him a little more in the head.

He pushed my hand away, growling like a little animal as he did. I laughed at this. I relaxed a little, uncrossing my arms and just stood there.

"Mia," he said.

I cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

Jack gave me this really odd look and then said, "When are you going to make a move on Alex?"

I shoved his face backwards, causing him to topple back onto the bed.

"Quit talking, dickwad," I told him.

"Come on, it's so obvious that you have the hots for him."

I grimaced. "I do not have the hots for anyone. Especially Alex Gaskarth."

Jack rolled his eyes at me and said, "Sure you don't. And I don't have a big dick."

"You don't," I simply said.

His eyes widened at this.

"Excuse me, Mia?" he shouted.

I put my hands on my hips and stood up tall.

"You. Don't. Have. A. Big. Cock." I stuck my tongue right out at him.

This caused Jack to get really upset. He started whining and huddling his knees up to the bed so he could hug them. "Take that back!" he shouted at me.

"What?" I asked him. "It's not like you do, anyways."

He was quiet, staring up at me with those big, round, brown eyes.

"You really like him, don't you Mia?"

I was caught off guard. I scoffed, looking anywhere else so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes. I didn't want to look at those big, puppy dog eyes. They were just a little overwhelming.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him as I pushed his face back.

He just laughed at me, moving my hand away from his face. I peered down at him and asked, "You sure you'll be able to play tomorrow night? Your nose is pretty damaged, sweets."

"Aww," he said, "honey. It's alright. I'll be okay as long as I get a kiss from Mama Mia."

I laughed, poking him in the forehead. As if I would ever kiss my Jack monkey.

But we were wrong before. Alex hadn't given up just yet. He had rammed his whole entire body into the door, flinging it open and running straight into me, causing my lips to crash right into Jack's.

That little fucker.

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"My dick tastes like applesauce, applesauce, applesauce. My dick taste like applesauce!"

I cringed at this, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched Rian playing the beat for Jack as he sang his little 'applesauce' song.

The songs that boy comes up with.

Alex started laughing at his friend, swinging his guitar over his shoulder. Jack walked away from the microphone for a moment and then came and said, "Yeah. That's all I got right now."

I could already hear the catchy song playing off the lips of the audience.

Lips....crap.

After the traumatizing event that involved Jack and mine lips meeting, it grew very awkward and quiet. Alex just backed right out of the door, apologizing for what he thought he was intruding on. Jack and I just started yelling at him to get his mind out of the gutter.

I watched Alex take a swig of his water bottle and then toss it into the audience as he said into the mic, "I wanna make love to you guys tonight."

There was a deafening roar from the crowd.

"Sweet, sweet love. In the back of my Range Rover," he said as Jack began jumping up and down.

"Alex, this girl just threw a condom on stage!" he cried.

I almost fell over from this. Alex just looked at him and said, "Put it on."

He was bent over, doing know who knows what. He then shouted into his mic, "Wait a few secs. I'm gonna put it on, but first, I gotta get a boner."

Even more cheering. By this time, I had to hold onto Lawrence or I would've fallen right on over. He turned away from the microphone, still bent down low over his crotch. He couldn't really be putting it on....could he?

"First you gotta work one up," said Alex.

I saw Rian laughing his ass off at the drums.

Oh my god.

He came back to the mic, getting ready to play the next song. Alex looked at him and said, "Dude, do you have it on?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Jack.

"Okay then," said Alex as he tuned one of the chords on his guitar. "Now you won't get herpes during this entire set."

There was more cheering