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I was extremely dizzy after Zack had put me down, luckily I could still see Alex. But it was kind of blurry, but I think Alex was texting? Tweeting? I don't know, all I could see were his thumbs moving quickly on his phone. He set it down next to him. I was still really, really dizzy, so, being like anyone who was dizzy and a bit lightheaded, I ended up falling. But no -- not on the floor, I fell on Alex. He groaned, "Shit!" he said, laughing shortly after. I couldn't help but giggle, and the others couldn't contain their laughter, especially Jack. I've always loved Jack. Seriously. He's funny, sweet, caring and not to mention, attractive as shit. Don't get me wrong, my feelings for Alex will never change, but damn, I can't deny that Jack was attractive. That's like a sin to I'm pretty sure more than ¾ of All Time Low's fans. But that wasn't the point, I've always loved Jack's laugh. It was adorable. But I couldn't help thinking that Alex's was more adorable.

After the laughter died down, Alex, still in pain from my fall, said, "God damn, Zack! How long did you twirl my girlfriend around?" Zack and I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, sorry Alex. Would you like me to move her to my lap instead?"

Instantly Alex shook his head. "Screw you Merrick, you're with Ally," he said, resting his head on my shoulder and snaking his arms around my waist, interlocking his hands with mine. He let me shift down onto the couch, but I left my legs across his lap, never letting go of his hands. I always knew that if me ever going out with him were a possibility, we'd be a really cute couple. Not because we were both good looking, he was the good looking one, not me ----- but because we would connect so well. We'd always have a great time, we'd never fail to make each other smile, it'd never be awkward between us (unless something awkward happened), and I don't think we'd ever run out of things to talk about, since we're into a lot of the same things.

I was also staring at Alex as I thought about me and him together. He was talking to Flyzik about something; I don't know what, but I was pretty zoned out and not paying attention to what was being said whatsoever. Alex nudged me and looked down, "What do you think, Ells?" he asked. I looked up at him, looking dazed and stoned. "What do I think of what?" I replied. He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.

"You singing Remembering Sunday with me on stage tomorrow night," he said. "I know you know the lyrics. Come on, whataya say?"

"Oh, Alex, I--Alex, I--I don't think I can." I looked down and bit my bottom lip. Youpatheticcoward, the voices in my head said. Of course you denied the opportunity. 'Cause you're scared shitless and you know that you're terrible.

Zack shook his head and took his phone out. He looked straight at me and said, "Pick a song you love to sing," he said, handing him his phone. "Doesn't necessarily have to be us, but it's your choice."

"Uhh--"

"Just do it, Ells! I told you you're reallygood, just believe in yourself," Alex told me. "You can do it, pick any song you're comfortable with. Please, Ells?" He wins this round, for now.

I sighed heavily. "Fine," I said. "I'll do it, only if you sing it with me." I gave him a smile and he snickered. "Okay, I will."

The guys 'woo'ed as I picked the song. The song I chose was by them, "Damned If I Do Ya", to be exact. It's my favorite song to sing. They all went silent as I pressed play on Zack's iPhone.

Once I knew Alex's voice in the song would start singing, that's when me and Alex started at the same time.

"I fought it for a long time now
While drowning in a river of denial
I washed up, fixed up, picked up all my broken things"

That's when I stopped hearing Alex's voice. I was going to stop with him, but I couldn't find myself to. That sly little shit. I'll get him back for this.

"'Cause you left me, police tape, chalk-line
Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime
Suburban living with a feeling that I'm giving up everything for you

Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know
That you were oh, oh, over me?
I think that I should go
And something's telling me to leave
But I won't

'Cause I'm damned if I do ya
Damned if I don't"

As I waited for the second verse to come up, I shot Alex a glare and he smiled. He has no idea what's coming for him soon.. Frankly, I didn't know, either. But I'll be thinking tonight;

"It took a lot to take you home
One stupid call and I end up alone
Your made up, dressed up, messed up plans I set in stone

But you made me do what I don't like
Dancing in the alley with a street rat night light
Can't keep living with a feeling that I'm giving up everything for you

Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know
That you were oh, oh, over me?
I think that I should go
And something's telling me to leave
But I won't

'Cause I'm damned if I do ya
Damned if I don't..

Make a fool of myself when you hang around
When you're gone I'm a match that's burning out
Could've been, should've done, what I said I was going to do,
But I never promised you..

Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know
That you were oh, oh, over me?
I think that I should go
It never took a fool to see the things that I won't
'Cause I'm damned if I do ya,
Damned if I do ya..."

So you know the last chorus of the song? You know how in the distance you hear Alex singing "'Cause you left me police tape! chalk-line, Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime"?

I sing that part, then go into the rest of the song.

"Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know
That you were oh, oh, over me?
I think that I should go

('Cause you left me police tape, chalk-line
Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime)

And something's telling me to leave
But I won't

'Cause I'm damned if I do ya,
Damned if I d-d-d-damned if I do ya,
Damned If I don't"

As I sang the last note, I heard everyone on the bus cheering me. I opened up me eyes and smiled. "Was I really that good?" I asked them.

"Are you kidding me?" Jack asked. "You might be better than Alex!"

"Hey!"

"There is no way in Hell that I am better than Alex!" I butted in, chuckling at Alex's reaction. He chuckled too, but agreed with everyone that I was good. Was I? I still didn't think so. "Well, will you sing "Remembering Sunday" with me tomorrow night?" Alex asked again. Should I?

"Let me think about it, kay Lexy?" He nodded and pressed his lips against mine lightly. God, I loved the taste of his lips. But I now have a touchy subject on my hands. Should I sing with him? Or not? I have a feeling that thinking about this is going to be the death of me.