What's the Point of Being in Love?

I hopped off the bus in Denver, Colorado. I plopped my glasses on my head and grinned up at Cameron.

“Hey, baby!” I smiled and kissed him quickly, linking our fingers together.

It was second day of Warped Tour. I had met plenty of other bands that I hadn’t met already and became friends with a lot more people. I also had met a lot of fans, and it was amazing how much we had.

“You’re lively today,” he chuckled as he followed me walk down the line of busses.

“I’m just trying to hurry,” I retorted. “I want to get breakfast before the fans start piling in.”

“Right. Well, where are we going?” We both climbed into his bands van, and he pushed the key in the ignition.

“The nearest diner, I suppose,” I laughed, “I don’t live here.” Cameron chuckled and pulled from the parking lot.

When we appeared at a nearby diner and walked in, we noticed a couple other bands on Warped sitting around as well.

“Oh hey! All Time Low’s here!” Cameron grabbed my hand and lead me to a table. “Hey, guys!”

“Cameron!” A tall, lanky guy with black hair and a streak of blonde stood up. I recognized him as the guitarist, Jack Barakat. “I missed you, baby!” He wrapped his thin arms around Cameron and gave him a kiss right on the lips. I giggled at the sight.

“I missed you, too, Jackie,” Cameron wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist. I plopped down in the seat next to the one I recognized as the drummer, Rian Dawson.

“Hi,” I smiled warmly at him.

“Hey! I’m Rian. You’re from Friday With Two Meanings, right?” he took a sip of the coffee on the table in front of him.

“That’s me! Front and center,” I nodded.

“That’s cool! My girlfriend’s a huge fan of your music.”

“And who’s your girlfriend?” I rested my elbow on the table, chin in palm as Jack sat next to the bassist and Cameron squeezed in next to me.

“Cassadee Pope,” Rian replied. I felt my eyes widen.

“Really? Because I’m a huge fan of hers!” I couldn’t believe someone as amazing as Cassadee fuckin’ Pope was a fan of me.

“She’d like to know that. She’s at the bus right now, passed out with the singer of our band.” Rian chuckled.

“I’d love to meet her,” I nodded matter-of-factly, before turning to the waitress Cameron had waved over to order our drinks.

*

Turns out, I got along real well to the members of All Time Low. They made me laugh. Especially Jack, who was about as high on cocaine as Abner.

We all left the diner and climbed into our respective vans to drive back to the venue.

Once at the venue, we went in.

“See you guys later?” I grinned at Jack, Rian, and Jack.

“Yeah. We should probably go wake Alex up. Our sets in like…10 minutes. Will you watch us?” Rian asked.

I nodded, “Course. I’ll drag Emmie and everything.”

“Bye, Cotton Candy!” Jack hugged me tightly, using the stupid nickname he had given me.

“See ya, Jack Attack,” I giggled and hugged him before detaching our bodies and taking Cameron’s hand. We then walked to my tent and walked in.

“There you guys are! We seriously thought that somebody at the diner murdered you or something,” Erix said, arms wrapped around Key.

“Nah, worse,” I shrugged, plopping down in a lawn chair, “I became friends with All Time Low.” Erix snorted. “Speaking of, they want me to go see their set. Anybody care to join?”

“I’ll go!” Key spoke up. “I love All Time Low.”

“Me, too,” Emmie grinned from where she was helping Oceanne sell merch.

“Alright,” I nodded.

“And you can’t get rid of me, baby,” Cameron said cheesily, kissing my lips.

“You guys are so cute, I just want to puke unicorns and butterflies,” Brynn said sarcastically.

“Oh shut up,” I poked my tongue out at him and stood up. “Ready to go?” I moved the glasses that rested on my head in front of my eyes and grinned.

We all walked to where All Time Low was playing and squished our way to the front row.

We waited patiently for them to go on. They were the first playing at the Kia Rio Stage today.

Soon, the crowd was screaming as the band rushed on stage. Jack spotted me instantly and waved eagerly. I giggled and waved back.

“Hey, Colorado!” the singer, Alex Gaskarth, said into the microphone. My eyes moved to him.

He wasn’t the most attractive, but he wasn’t un-attractive either. He was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top with converse on his feet. His hair was brown with pink on top, and big brown eyes.

“How fucking stoked are you to be here?” The crowd yelled in response. “Good! This is If These Sheets Were The States from our album which’ll be out soon.” And before anything, his words rang.

“I’m lost in empty pillow talk again
I’m lost in empty pillow talk again”

The band then began to play. I couldn’t help but smile.

I’d always liked All Time Low. I faintly remembered how their song was the second song in our first ever set that helped our rise to fame.

“This beds an island made of feather down, and I’m stuck here alone
With little else but memories of you, on memory foam

Visions of brighter love, I’d kill for one more day
To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say

If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away
I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me
Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me
I settle for long distance call, I’m lost in empty pillow talk again”

I could help but smile at Alex Gaskarth’s voice. He was a really good singer, and inspired me a lot.

“I’m lost in empty pillow talk again

This rooms become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret
Paying dues to every moment wasted on words let unsaid
Collisions of finer love, I’d kill for one more way
To tell you how you make be better every day

If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away
I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me
Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me
I settle for long distance call, I’m in empty pillow talk again
Lost in empty pillow talk again
Lost in empty pillow talk again”

The song erupted to instrumental. Jack hopped around excitedly onstage, looking as if her were high on some shit. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away
I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me
Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me
I settle for long distance call, I’m lost in empty pillow talk again
I settle for long distance call, I’m lost in empty pillow talk again
I’m lost in empty pillow talk again”

I was enjoying myself during the boys set, listening to their crazy antics. But all good times come to an end, and they made their way offstage.

Cameron, Key, Emmie, and I made our way out of the place to go find them.

“Jack Attack!” I yelled once I’d spotted the lanky guitarist.

“Cotton Candy!” Jack yelled back, running through the crowd to wrap his thin arms around me. I giggled and hugged him back. “I missed you!”

“I saw you just little over half an hour ago,” I said as we pulled away from each other.

“I know…but…hey, who’s this?” He wrapped Key into a hug. Key laughed at the boy.

“That’s Keyline. She’s our drummer, Erix’s, girlfriend,” I explained. “And that’s Emmie. But I’m sure you know that.” I looked behind Jack and noticed that the rest of his band were just now catching up to him.

Jack pulled away from Key and hugged Emmie.

“Jeez, Jack, don’t strangle the girl,” Rian joked when he saw his best friend. “Hey, Cayne.”

“Hey Rian!” I grinned and gave him a quick hug. “Hey, Zack.”

“Hey.”

“This is my new best friend, Cayne,” Jack gave a sheepish grin as he introduced me to the singer, Alex. “But I call her Cotton Candy. But you can’t call her Cotton Candy. She’s my Cotton Candy.”

“I thought I was your best friend, Jack?!” Alex yelled, feigning offended.

“I’m sorry love – I just – “ Jack tried to explain himself.

“Save it, asshole. You were never good enough for me anyway,” Alex shook his head. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, I’m Alex.” I noticed the singer’s eyes trail over my body.

“Cayne,” I smiled back, linking my fingers through Cameron’s, trying to get him to get the picture that I had a boyfriend.

Even if I didn’t.

But he was so checking me out.

The act didn’t go unnoticed. And thankfully, he backed off.

This caused me to smile. I loved guys who backed off when the girl had a boyfriend. Guys who kept pursing their target were just dicks.

“I wish I could get to know the girl who stole my best friend from me, but I got fans lives to make better,” he gave me a cheesy grin. “Nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you, too,” I smiled back. Jack hugged me again and sauntered off behind his band.