Lullabies

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*Nina*

"Yes. We have lazer tag." Violet said, looking at me.

"We prefer paint ball, but there isn't one here. It's close though." I smiled. Violet and I were reigning champs at Ballers Arena. Every so often we would go over there and the owner has us play whoever is there at the time. Right now we're on a seven game winning streak.

"Back up, back up. Paint ball. Here?" Jack's mouth dropped open. "Please, Matt? Can we go paintballing?!"

Matt shrugged. "Okay. Why not?"

The four members of the band started to jump around excitedly.

"We'll have to split up so we can get you guys on a team," Zack looked at the two of us and we exchanged glances. We had beat a larger team than them before. We have a.. strategy.

"That's okay. We don't need anyone else." I said simply.

"What?" Rian asked, confused.

"We'll be fine." Violet smiled slyly.

Jack and Alex exchanged incredulous looks before bursting out laughing. "Okay. If you think you can beat all of us and our crew then you must have gotten hit in the head with too many paintballs."

I raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you want to think. We'll meet you there, boys." And with that, I linked arms with Violet and we made our way back to her van. We'd have to get there before them to warn Lauren, the owner, that a huge group of guys would be coming in.

As we drove out of the mall parking lot, we passed Alex, Jack, Zack, Vinny, Matt and Rian. As soon as they saw us they began running. This was going to be super fun!

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"I'm so sorry, Alex! I didn't mean to hit you in the neck!" I said, very worried. We had been playing our second game against the guys (after winning the first one, of course). "Cazzo!"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much." He smiled weakly.

"You can't move your neck." I deadpanned.

"This isn't good. This is so not good. We have a show in two days! He can't move his fucking neck. Dammit." Matt was pacing back and forth and I felt even worse.

"Matt. You're making her feel horrible. Shut up." Alex yelled and Matt sat down. Everyone else was still playing and I was still in my gear.

"Do you know where we could find a doctor or nurse or something just for them to tell us what's wrong?" Matt asked, hopeful.

"Um, well my dad is a doctor and my mom's a nurse. They're at the hospital today, we could go there.." I shrugged.

Matt threw his hands in the air. "Thank the lord. Okay, let's go. Wait, I really don't want to take the bus. Would Violet let us use her van?"

"Yeah, let's just go. I'm coming." I said as I took Violet's keys out of her bag.

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I drove to the hospital, Matt next to be, Alex laying down in the back.

"I can't believe I shot you in the neck! Cazzo!" I kept on, even though Alex kept telling me it wasn't a big deal. And then I noticed the hospital and I turned in.

I knew exactly where to go to get a wheelchair and I brought it out for Alex. "Thanks, Nina." Yup, we were on first name basis now. Swoon. Haha.

When we got in the lobby area, my mom was at the counter. "Oh, merda!"

"Nina? Che ci fai qui? Ma non avevi detto che non aveva incontrato alcun ragazzi!" My mother smiled.

"Uh, well we were at Ballers Arena and I kind of shot him in the neck," I cringed and pointed at Alex.

"Hello, Mrs. Salvatore," Alex and Matt both smiled. "I'm Alex Gaskarth and this is Matt Flyzik."

"Oh! Nina!" My mom smiled knowingly and my eyes widened. I shook my head.

"Do call me Aria," my mom said to Alex and Matt in English, but her accent was very thick. "So, what's the problem?"

"Well, he can't move his neck at all and we have a show in two days." Matt said.

"Oh, let's go see my husband Marco and he can tell you more." My mother smiled again (she loves smiling) and led the three of us upstairs. I truly hoped Alex would be okay. Can you imagine what would happen if they had to cancel shows? Attack of the All Time Low fans!

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