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How to Date Alex Gaskarth

Mai Ling.

“I still can’t believe you’re doing this.”

I rolled my eyes despite the fact that Isabelle couldn’t see since I was using my telephone in my bedroom. Isabelle Ruocco was probably my best friend because of her eccentric habits and boy-crazy self that happened to know anything and everything a person could want to know. That, and she’s the only person not turned off by my ‘seriousness’ at everything. Well, sorry, but just because I wasn’t keen on failure in my life and didn’t spend my high school years inhaling vodka, smoking like it was going out of style, and contracting STD’s like it was my goddamn job didn’t mean I was ‘serious’. It meant I was responsible and not an idiot. Something tells me, however, that I’ll be dealing with idiots like that in this whole thing, but I was willing to do it. I’m there for the experience and for Alex Gaskarth, not for them.

“It was your idea for me to sign up! And it was your cousin’s idea for the show, wasn’t it?!” I defended.

Isabelle Ruocco was the cousin of Lisa Ruocco, a.k.a., Alex’s ex-girlfriend and the host of this snazzy new show, How to Date Alex Gaskarth, a show I made the next round to. It was Isabelle who told me about the show, and it was Isabelle who insisted I went for it. Well, maybe she hadn’t insisted so much as squealed and hugged me when I decided to apply for a spot on the show. I was a longtime fan of All Time Low, his band, surprisingly enough. Isabelle had been the one who introduced them to me, so it was only natural I give it my utmost consideration. You’d think Isabelle and I would’ve met Alex, but no, neither of us have. Even with connections, we weren’t that lucky. Well, I wasn’t that lucky, anyways. I don’t think Isabelle has met him, but that wasn’t shocking. Lisa and Isabelle didn’t really become good friends until after she and Alex had broken up.

“Still. Lisa could’ve just told me that Alex was single, introduced me, and then BAM! We’d have cute little singer kids running around swearing up and down the streets,” Isabelle said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone.

I shook my head, wondering why I was even friends with her. Maybe that’s why Lisa never introduced you to him, you weird obsessive girl, I thought to myself. Personally, I can see why she and Lisa weren’t the best of friends for a while. Isabelle still screamed ‘teenager’ while Lisa appeared to be more mature but just as fun.

“This is exactly why she suggested the show,” I muttered.

I could imagine Isabelle pouting at that moment, but I didn’t really care. Maybe I was harsh, maybe I had a dry sense of humor, maybe I was too sarcastic, but I don’t care. I’ll tell it how it is. I’m sweet, somewhere deep down inside of me. Somewhere.

”If you wanna be with me, baby, there’s a price to pay. I’m a genie in a bottle; you gotta rub me the right way.”

I jerked my heard around, searching frantically for my cell phone. “Why is Christina Aguilera your ring-tone again, Mai?”

“Because. Now hush. I’ll call you back.”

I hug up without waiting for Isabelle to say anything before I began digging for my phone, until I found the flashing purple and blue lights coming from the phone.

“Hello?”

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“I’m gonna miss you, mom.”

“Just win him over, honey. He’ll love you.”

I squeezed my mom tightly in the airport, burying my face in her shoulder.

“Oooh, go get him and don’t let any nasty girls get to you.”

I laughed lightly; she had no idea how determined I was not to let them get to me. I let go of my mom to face my dad, who was stony-faced and silent. He’d been against this whole idea from the get-go, saying that I needed to find a ‘young, respectable, intelligent man with a real job and real manners’ which translated as ‘an Asian who is not a musician that swears and talks animatedly about his genitalia on stage and off’. Either way, it pushed Alex Gaskarth off of the list, but I wasn’t going to let him do that. No, I was determined to win this thing, and any girl that got in my way was going to step out of it or I’d make them. My mom, on the other hand, was thrilled. See, she wasn’t exactly the ‘strict Asian’ type like my dad was. Her father had been the typical blonde haired, blue-eyed American while her mother had been a Korean-American that loved to party hard with her best friend, Carmelita Lopez, a fiery Latina with spark. Eventually, my mother grew out of her typical teenage habits and adopted the strict Asian routine, but ever since I started growing up and showing responsibility, she became more of the fun, accepting parent.

“Dad.”

He ignored me.

“Dad.”

Ignored.

“Dad.”

Once more, I was ignored.

“Dad, I know you don’t agree with this, but this is what I want. He’s what I want. I know you’re not happy about it, but he’s a funny guy who can definitely make me happy. I don’t want to leave without being on speaking terms with you, but I’m not going to give up on him, or this show.”

My father sighed, and I smiled as he glanced down at me. “Fine. Do this show, but I have one tip for you.”

I was startled; he was going to give up that fast? Wait, he was going to give me a tip?

“What’s the tip?” I asked.

“Get eliminated as soon as possible.”

I scowled while he gave a ghost of the smile. I rolled my eyes and smiled again.

“Whatever. Bye, dad.”

The woman on the speaker came on, announcing that my flight had only ten minutes left to board. I waved quickly before I boarded the plane, ready for wherever this journey would take me.

Goodbye Astoria, Oregon, hello Baltimore, Maryland.

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I hate preppy people, overexcited little crazies, and fake girls. Apparently, this mansion I arrived to was crawling and filling to the brim with them. Psychotic bimbos that had the potential to be stalker ex-girlfriends. Fortunately, I wasn’t one of them, and I hoped I wouldn’t be sharing a room with one of them, or worse, all of them. That’s a nightmare waiting to happen. Thankfully, I managed to dodge them as I fled to the room I was politely informed by Lisa to be mine. It was extravagant, I noticed that much right off the bat. Then again, Alex wouldn’t leave his guests with anything less, would he? I really wanted to meet the man of the hour, but I figured that I could be patient rather than roam around the mansion and look for him.

The second thing I noticed was the beautiful view. It was one of the most gorgeous things I’d ever seen. The third thing I noticed was that I had arrived to the room first. Hauling my bags in didn’t take much time for me, seeing as I had a nifty little knack for packing several things using as less space as possible. It was a gift, I suppose. I began unpacking my things, and it was then that I noticed the fourth thing, that being that there was only one bed in this room, and there would be at least two of us.

Oh shit.
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Ohhh hai there. I’m Summer, I’m not Asian, and I’ll be writing Mai Ling. (:
I know you’re getting sick of this being reposted, but please deal with it, regular readers (I’m so excited that we have regular readers). Mai Ling’s chapter is back, and I know she’s kinda…boring, I guess? Yeah, but hopefully, she’ll get more depth.

But yes, get ready for some of the newer chapters, I suppose? Yeah, that. Hasta la pasta.

xoxo, Summer<3