Vogue

ft. John O'Callaghan v. Alex Gaskarth.
Vans Warped Tour 2009.

She was a model - a fucking model. And he? He was just a guy in a band who stuttered at hot fans let alone a girl with perfect measurements. Hell, he wasn't just out of her league - he wasn't even in a league. If he was going to get rejected, why bother? He'd let the more confident boys of the tour duke it out for her affections.

She was looking for love - someone that could ground her, be there waiting for her when she got home, make her chicken soup when she got sick. So why did she think she'd find a stable boyfriend on tour with her brother? Band boys were notoriously never home, covered in STD's and damn near irresistible - she was asking for trouble, ridiculously good looking trouble.