Merry Christmas, Alex Gaskarth

It’s a cold night. Your breath swirls in the air in front of you as you wait for the red light at the crosswalk to turn green. Your nose is running nonstop at this point, causing you to wipe at it with the back of your mitten every couple of minutes now. What you’re doing out at 10 o’clock on a Tuesday night is quite a valid question to a stranger, but to anyone who knows you would know better.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Vic Fuentes, Jaime Preciado, All Time Low, or anyone having to do with All Time Low. I do, however, own the plot of this story.

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Merry Christmas c: