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    <title><![CDATA[All Time Low - Remembering Sunday (Luke Potter cover) YouTube Video]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/video/106644976/" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/5/2/1/6/4/large-21152164.jpg" border="0" alt="All Time Low - Remembering Sunday Luke Potter cover YouTube Video" title="All Time Low - Remembering Sunday Luke Potter cover YouTube Video" /></a><br />I did a cover of All Time Low's "Remembering Sunday". What do you think?


I&amp;rsquo;m a new (young) singer/songwriter artist and I would like to share with this group. My name is Luke Potter. I&amp;rsquo;m from the UK. &amp;nbsp;Last week I just released a new video called "One Day". [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5FilxD1ocM]
On January 14, 2013, I will be releasing an EP with another new video around that time. &amp;nbsp;
I already has seven videos on Youtube [http://www.youtube.com/user/LukePotterMusic/videos?view=0&amp;amp;flow=grid] and about 20 songs on SoundCloud [https://soundcloud.com/lukepottermusic]. &amp;nbsp; 
 What do you think?
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    <media:title><![CDATA[All Time Low - Remembering Sunday (Luke Potter cover) YouTube Video]]></media:title>
    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I did a cover of All Time Low's &quot;Remembering Sunday&quot;. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black; background: white;&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m a new (young) singer/songwriter artist and I would like to share with this group. My name is Luke Potter. I&amp;rsquo;m from the UK. &amp;nbsp;Last week I just released a new video called &quot;One Day&quot;. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5FilxD1ocM]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black; background: white;&quot;&gt;On January 14, 2013, I will be releasing an EP with another new video around that time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title><![CDATA[American Idiot (Green Day cover) - All Time Low]]></title>
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    <dc:date>2012-10-29T21:51:21Z</dc:date>
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    <title><![CDATA[.:Say You Mean It:. Chapter 22, "Hot Pink" {Alex Gaskarth/Jasey Rae}]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106379447/" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/7/5/6/0/9/large-21075609.jpg" border="0" alt=".Say You Mean It. Chapter 22 Hot Pink Alex GaskarthJasey Rae" title=".Say You Mean It. Chapter 22 Hot Pink Alex GaskarthJasey Rae" /></a><br />.:Author's Note:. I posted this chapter about a week ago, but&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;whatever reason it's not posted anymore? I could have accidentally deleted it, I'm not sure, but here it is...again! :)
Chapter 22
&amp;nbsp;
Hot Pink
&amp;nbsp;
&amp;ldquo;Hey, I hate to ask, but can I stay at your guys' place tonight? I just drove up and our front yard is bombarded with news reports,&amp;rdquo; Rian sighed through the phone. His voice drifted from Amelia's end and into our living room.
&amp;ldquo;Already getting the couch all warm and cozy for you,&amp;rdquo; Aims laughed. 
&amp;ldquo;Thanks, see you guys soon,&amp;rdquo; Rian finished. Aims hung up and gave me an exhausted stare.
&amp;ldquo;I was falling asleep, I don't want to have to go all the way upstairs,&amp;rdquo; I pouted as I rose from the couch.
&amp;ldquo;I feel bad, we should have just asked the guys if they wanted to crash here. Everyone and their moms are going to be going to them for answers,&amp;rdquo; Aims said. I didn&amp;rsquo;t answer. My head was pounding with a desire for sleep, and the baby was kicking me awake.
&amp;ldquo;Go upstairs, your tired, I'll let Rian in when he gets here,&amp;rdquo; Aims nudged me.
&amp;ldquo;No, it's fine, the baby won't let me sleep. Plus, I think I'm gonna stay down here on the computer to start looking for..stuff...&amp;rdquo; I mumbled as I walked my way to the desk in the corner of the room by the entrance to the kitchen. 
&amp;ldquo;Are you sure? Don't you have a check up early in the morning for the baby?&amp;rdquo; Aims questioned.
&amp;ldquo;Crap, I forgot. Oh well, I'm still going and yeah, &amp;rdquo; I shrugged sitting down at the bright screen.
&amp;ldquo;Okay, well, I'm gonna head up then. Wake me if anything, night,&amp;rdquo; Aims signed off and went upstairs. Not too long after Rian arrived. I greeted him at the door and watched the snow flurries trickle in all around his feet.
&amp;ldquo;It's really coming down now. Thanks for letting me crash here. As soon as I saw all those reporters I drove away before I was spotted,&amp;rdquo; he laughed. He tossed his snow covered jacket on the stairs and went straight to the couch.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah, no worries. I hope you don't mind, I might be up awhile on the computer. The baby won't let me sleep. And I figured it's good time to get to researching,&amp;rdquo; I explained walking back to my station. 
&amp;ldquo;Isn't it killing you not knowing if it's a boy or girl?&amp;rdquo; He asked.
&amp;ldquo;Yes and no. I don't know, I like the suspense,&amp;rdquo; I smiled. I turned back in my chair to face him.
&amp;ldquo;Well, it's driving Alex up the wall. That's all he talks about,&amp;rdquo; Rian laughed. 
&amp;ldquo;Really? What's he hoping for?&amp;rdquo; I asked curiously.
&amp;ldquo;He hasn't said. I've asked him over and over and he brings up the pros and cons of each. Boy could become a rock star like his daddy, but I think he has a soft spot to have a daddy's girl. He likes the idea that he would be the favorite.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;That he would enjoy, yes,&amp;rdquo; I agreed. I paused and let the images over take me. Alex, our child, and I. How it was going to be a real life portrait soon enough. 
&amp;ldquo;Not everyone is a daddy's girl though, I'm not,&amp;rdquo; I huffed.
&amp;ldquo;Does your dad know...&amp;rdquo; Rain trailed.
&amp;ldquo;No, he doesn't. He doesn't know about the baby. Or Alex. Nothing,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;But why? I don't get that, I know you guys had a falling out, but there is so much going on in your life that he should know about,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I guess...it's stupid,&amp;rdquo; I looked down at the floor wishing I had just went to bed. It was too late to me discussing important life matters. 
&amp;ldquo;I'm sure it's not stupid,&amp;rdquo; he said.
&amp;ldquo;I don't know, I just...I don't need him. I haven't felt like I needed him in my life for a very long time. I've always been an independent person. I don't like depending on people. Because they always let you down,&amp;rdquo; I confessed.
&amp;ldquo;Sometimes people do let you down...but the right people won't. And think of it this way; won't you still want your son or daughter to need your help when they are all grown up?&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Wow, you're a deep one Dawson,&amp;rdquo; I shook my head smiling.
&amp;ldquo;Thanks Rae,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. His grin was perfectly white, and his eyes were honest and caring, 
&amp;ldquo;Look, I'll let you sleep. Researching that creep can wait. And its not like it's going to free Alex any sooner,&amp;rdquo; I sighed lifting myself from the chair.
&amp;ldquo;Don't sweat it Jasey, we will bail him out when we get word what's going on, it's going to turn out fine. Just focus on you, and the baby right now,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I'll try. No promises though. Goodnight,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Night,&amp;rdquo; he said and made himself at home with the blankets we had out. I made my way upstairs to my room. I cursed as my toe banged the side of something solid near my bed. I turned on the bedside lamp and stared down at the box of diapers I forgot I invested in a few days ago. The smiling baby on the box made me feel sick. I undressed and slid under the covers. 
&amp;ldquo;I'm not ready for any of this. I'm not ready,&amp;rdquo; my mind repeated over and over as I fell asleep.
&amp;nbsp;
I awoke with a sense of alarm. I looked around to make sure the world still existed. The bright white of snow blanketed the room through my curtains. 
&amp;ldquo;Jasey?&amp;rdquo; a head asked opening the door. Aims's blonde locks circled around her shoulders gracefully. 
&amp;ldquo;Sorry to wake you, just wanted to say bye, I'm leaving for, working a double today, not sure if I'll see you tonight,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Oh, no that's okay, I have to be up for my appointment this morning, and...see what else is happening...&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my eyes recalling my so far failed mission to free Alex. 
&amp;ldquo;Alright, well, see you when I see you then...&amp;rdquo; she smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, before you go, I just want to say I'm sorry we haven&amp;rsquo;t really hung out much. It feels like forever since we've talked, or done anything fun really,&amp;rdquo; I pouted. I was beginning to miss my life before all of this. Attending Julliard. Dancing. Laughing. Going out. Being young and free. I missed my life back in New York. Baltimore will always be my home, yes, but...New York will always be the place where I really started to become myself. And now who I am? Some knocked up dance school drop out who never even peaked?
&amp;ldquo;When your baby's daddy is out of jail and you can actually get some real drinks in you, call me, I'll be the first to kidnap you for a good time,&amp;rdquo; she winked. I giggled as she walked out. 
I got up and showered to get ready for the day. My phone hasn't left my side all night and now all morning. I begged it to ring, but it didn't listen. I brushed through the golden brown strands flowing from my fingers, biting away my nerves. I sucked on the fresh blood seeping from my bottom lip.
&amp;ldquo;Shit,&amp;rdquo; I cursed slamming the brush down. I needed an answer. What was taking so long? Isn&amp;rsquo;t it illegal to show up, disrupt someone's life, and not even tell you what the hell is going on? 
&amp;ldquo;Jasey? Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked with a soft knock at the bathroom door. I didn't know he was still here.
&amp;ldquo;Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute,&amp;rdquo; I scrabbled to finish up to prove to him that nothing was wrong. I walked downstairs and grabbed my coat.
&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; he spoke from the couch.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, morning,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Morning...um, any word from...?&amp;rdquo; he trailed rubbing his head.
&amp;ldquo;No, nothing, you?&amp;rdquo; I asked hopeful.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah, actually, just a few minutes ago, I went upstairs to go tell you, um, we can bail him out,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Wait, what?&amp;rdquo; I dropped my coat on the couch pressing my nails into the cushion. 
&amp;ldquo;Yeah that detective chick said we can bail him out,&amp;rdquo; he stood and turned off the television.
&amp;ldquo;How much are they asking?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;...A grand,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Are you kidding me?&amp;rdquo; I gaped.
&amp;ldquo;Afraid not. Wait, where are you off to? I was going to go get him as soon as you got up. I figured you would want to see him,&amp;rdquo; he asked grabbing his coat.
&amp;ldquo;I do want to see him, but I have a doctor's appointment. Check up on the little one,&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my belly dramatically. 
&amp;ldquo;Ah, dang. Did you maybe want me to take you to your appointment and we can just go pick him up after?&amp;rdquo; Rian smiled. I need to ask him what toothpaste he uses. His teeth are always so freaking blinding.
&amp;ldquo;Uh, yeah, I'm okay with that, if you don't mind,&amp;rdquo; I shrugged my shoulders. 
&amp;ldquo;Nope, not at all. To scared to head home by myself anyways,&amp;rdquo; he laughed. I smiled and led us out the door. We hopped in his car and I could tell we were both equally relieved that there were no reporters outside of our yard. I gave him directions and we rode in silence most of the way. 
&amp;ldquo;How was your Thanksgiving?&amp;rdquo; I asked him. The overly decorated city passing by reminded me that we were in the season of joy, giving, and thankfulness. 
&amp;ldquo;It was good. Being away for so long can be pretty rough, but seeing your family and friend's faces for the first time in a long time is one of the best feelings ever,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. I smiled back even though he was paying attention to the road and couldn't see it.
&amp;ldquo;How was your Thanksgiving?&amp;rdquo; He asked in return.
&amp;ldquo;Good, I guess,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;You guess?&amp;rdquo; he smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Hmmm yeah. It felt...normal. I practically grew up in Alex's parent's place. It was comforting. To be back,&amp;rdquo; I explained. 
&amp;ldquo;I think it's awesome. You guys growing up together, it's kind of meant to be,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Whoa, slow down. This isn't fate, This is...just...what it is right now,&amp;rdquo; I blushed.
&amp;ldquo;Okay, whatever you say,&amp;rdquo; he shook his head.
&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I asked.
&amp;ldquo;Nothing. Just nothing,&amp;rdquo; he said with his face still. We pulled into the hospital's parking lot. The snow was starting to finally come to a stop, but the town was already covered inch by inch with the stuff. 
&amp;ldquo;I'll be here when you get out, then we can go downtown to get Alex,&amp;rdquo; Rian said shutting the car off.
&amp;ldquo;You aren't coming?&amp;rdquo; I asked opened the door.
&amp;ldquo;Uhhh, I didn't think I was actually invited in,&amp;rdquo; he chuckled awkwardly. 
&amp;ldquo;I'm not going into labor or anything, it's just a check up, come keep me company,&amp;rdquo; I laughed lifting myself out. He agreed and followed me into the building. We walked into the expecting mother's department in silence. I checked in at the front desk and then we sat and waited for my name to be called.
&amp;ldquo;How cute,&amp;rdquo; he whispered in my ear. I looked up from the magazine I was mindlessly flipping to what he was pointing at. A little girl, maybe four or five years old was holding a bottle for what I assumed to be her baby brother in her mother's arms. 
&amp;ldquo;I didn't know you were a sucker for children,&amp;rdquo; I teased elbowing his side. 
&amp;ldquo;I''m not! But come on, that's adorable,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. I smiled back just as a nurse walked out and called my name. I looked at Rian and nodded for him to come if he wanted. He shrugged and followed behind me. The nurse sat us down in a tiny room and ordered us to wait for the doctor to arrive.
&amp;ldquo;I hate doctor's office's,&amp;rdquo; Rian shivered in the corner. 
&amp;ldquo;Then why did you follow?&amp;rdquo; I laughed.
&amp;ldquo;I don't know! For moral support? Alex owes me one,&amp;rdquo; he wrapped his arms around himself and yawned.
&amp;ldquo;Alex hasn't even gone with me to any appointments yet I don't think,&amp;rdquo; I recalled.
&amp;ldquo;He hasn't?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked.
&amp;ldquo;Nope. He hasn't been home. Or out of jail to be able to,&amp;rdquo; I sighed.
&amp;ldquo;Cut him some slack. He's wanted by many,&amp;rdquo; he joked.
&amp;ldquo;Ha. Ha. Funny,&amp;rdquo; I stuck my tongue out at him. Dr. Soles entered and introduced herself and asked basic questions, nothing to personal thank God or I would have really regret inviting Rian in. 
&amp;ldquo;So everything looks fine so far, you and your baby are as healthy as can be,&amp;rdquo; she smiled. 
&amp;ldquo;Good, I'm glad, one last thing to worry about,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Would you like to do a quick ultrasound before you go to see how the baby is doing in there?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Sure. Wanna see, Rian?&amp;rdquo; I asked.
&amp;ldquo;Sure, that'd be cool,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. The lights were dimmed and Dr. Soles prepped me for the ultrasound. The cold gel hit my stomach as she drug her instrument to the left and right of my sides.
&amp;ldquo;Oh, there's the head,&amp;rdquo; she pointed out. Rian and I snapped our heads to the screen to watch. 
&amp;ldquo;I can hear the heartbeat,&amp;rdquo; Rian said. I glanced at him for a second to see his eyes wide and curious like a child's. He didn't know what to do with his excitement. His joy made me smile and I turned back to the screen to see my baby curled up, content, and more alive than I thought possible.
&amp;ldquo;There she is!&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles announced.
&amp;ldquo;She?&amp;rdquo; Rian and I exclaimed.
&amp;ldquo;Um, yes, she's a girl,&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles smiled worriedly. I guess she never received the memo from my previous visits that I requested to keep the baby's gender unknown.
&amp;ldquo;Congrats you two, you're having a daughter!&amp;rdquo; she smiled at us and back to the screen.
&amp;ldquo;Oh, no!&amp;rdquo; I laughed.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah, we aren't, it's not-&amp;rdquo; Rian chuckled.
&amp;ldquo;We're just friends,&amp;rdquo; I smiled at her.
&amp;ldquo;Oh, of course. Friendship first is always important anyways,&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles smiled. My heart turned at every word she told us in the past twelve seconds. A girl...A girl? A girl.
&amp;ldquo;We should be going, we have someone to meet, but thank you Dr. Soles for everything,&amp;rdquo; I quickly wrapped up. She cleaned me off and scheduled me for my next appointment in two weeks. I didn't look at Rian once as we left the hospital.
&amp;ldquo;Congratulations, Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Rian spoke breaking the silence in the parked car. 
&amp;ldquo;Thanks,&amp;rdquo; I mumbled under my breath. Emotions were stirring and I couldn't hold them back. 
&amp;ldquo;Hey, what's wrong?&amp;rdquo; Rian's touch surprised me. I jumped back at his hand on my shoulder.
&amp;ldquo;I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying, stupid hormones,&amp;rdquo; I chuckled wiping away senseless tears.
&amp;ldquo;It's a lot to take in,&amp;rdquo; he coaxed.
&amp;ldquo;I know, I just....bringing my, our daughter, into this crap is not what I want. We aren't ready. We are far from it, and everyone knows it,&amp;rdquo; I slouched my back and faced the window trying to stop crying. 
&amp;ldquo;Look at me Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Rian demanded. I slowly turned to meet his eyes.
&amp;ldquo;This sucks. I know. It wasn't what either of you expected or wanted. I spent countless conversations with Alex to reassure him this isn't the end of the world. He is scared shitless, and he has tried to hide that from you since day one. But do you know what makes him okay at the end of the day?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I sniffed.
&amp;ldquo;You. He sees you. He sees you and his child, and he just knows that everything will turn out fine, that it has to. He believes in you with all his being. He always has, and always will,&amp;rdquo; Rian's words confirmed what I already knew. Alex and I were a team. A broken, bitter, weird team, but a team nonetheless. We are partners in this, and I'm going to have to trust him. More importantly I'm going to have to have faith in him like he does in me. 
&amp;ldquo;Rian, we have to do something, we have to prove them wrong, this won't be the end, they won't leave Alex alone until we prove them wrong,&amp;rdquo; I confessed.
&amp;ldquo;I know...but how?&amp;rdquo; he asked. I sat and thought, and thought some more. Finally, something came to mind. It was crazy. Really crazy, but just crazy enough to work.
&amp;ldquo;I'm going to New York. I'm going to find where Caitlin and her dad showed up from, why they left and came here, and demand answers until I get them,&amp;rdquo; I declared.
&amp;ldquo;That's crazy Jace,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;It is. Crazy enough to work you think?&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Maybe, I don't know...&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;You can't go alone,&amp;rdquo; he warned.
&amp;ldquo;I know, and Aims can't. She can't get out of work, and Alex flying out of state would be too suspicious with Social Services up his ass,&amp;rdquo; I sighed.
&amp;ldquo;I know,&amp;rdquo; Rian agreed. I held his stare just long enough to let my teeth slip from my lips.
&amp;ldquo;Jasey...no, no, come on, it's too crazy,&amp;rdquo; he laughed.
&amp;ldquo;Please! Come on, please come with me, you are the only one-&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Alex would flip, Jasey, he is not going to let you do this,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I don't care. I have to do this. For him, for me, for us,&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my belly and pouted.
&amp;ldquo;You are relentless. You know that?&amp;rdquo; he started the car.
&amp;ldquo;Is that a yes? Will you come with me?&amp;rdquo; I grabbed his arm excitedly. 
&amp;ldquo;If you can convince Alex that this is the only way, then yes. I will,&amp;rdquo; he frowned.
&amp;ldquo;Challenge accepted!&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Let's go get Alex, yeah?&amp;rdquo; he laughed.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah, let's go,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.
&amp;nbsp;
The police officer led Rian and I down what seemed like the longest hall I've ever traveled.
&amp;ldquo;He will be out soon. I'm going to need you to sign some paper work at the front desk before you leave,&amp;rdquo; The officer said and left us at the end of the hall to wait. We sat at the faded bench next to the door where they released their prisoners. We waited with nothing to say. All of our words were choked behind our tongues, not from each other, but from the person we were about to face. The door beeped and cranked open. I stood up straight and watched two guards hover over his shoulders. The angel on his left trusted him enough not to restrain him, but the devil on his right didn't let go of his arm until he was officially out of the hall and in front of Rian and I. My arms wrapped around him wordlessly. His small frame so familiar against my unbelievably enlarged belly. 
&amp;ldquo;I'm so happy to see you,&amp;rdquo; he whispered in my ear.
&amp;ldquo;I am too,&amp;rdquo; I smiled and hugged him tighter. My worries instantly faded in his safe embrace. I let go and watched him smile in his old clothes he was taken into custody in days prior. Rian hugged him just as tight, and the room filled with much needed peace. We made our way to the front to sign the paper work. My eyes wouldn't leave Alex for a second to make sure he was really here, in front of me. 
&amp;ldquo;Dude, I owe you, so much,&amp;rdquo; Alex dug his hands tiredly into his jacket pockets as Rian signed the bail.
&amp;ldquo;You would do the same for me, I'm just glad you're safe,&amp;rdquo; he spoke from the papers. We left as soon as Rian was done, and headed for my place. We informed Alex about the reporters and that Rian hasn't been by to see if they are still there or not. We walked into the empty living room where Alex plopped onto the couch at first sight.
&amp;ldquo;Oh my God, this feels orgasmic,&amp;rdquo; he chuckled. I smiled and stood by the door awkwardly with Rian. Rian nodded at me to urge me on. I nodded back and took a deep breath.
&amp;ldquo;I better get upstairs to get packing,&amp;rdquo; I pointed behind me to the stairs.
&amp;ldquo;Really? That's how you're going to open this up?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked. I shrugged helplessly.
&amp;ldquo;Where are you going?&amp;rdquo; Alex raised an eyebrow.
&amp;ldquo;We're going to New York, to prove you're innocent,&amp;rdquo; I tried to speak sternly, but the nerves hit my vocal chords like a ton of bricks.
&amp;ldquo;Bullshit you aren't, what the hell are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; Alex stood defensively.
&amp;ldquo;It was all her idea, and she needs someone to go with,&amp;rdquo; Rian said.
&amp;ldquo;Alex, I know this is crazy, I know that. But we can't just sit here and do nothing,&amp;rdquo; I walked towards him but he backed away.
&amp;ldquo;Jasey, flying out across the country isn't going to prove anything,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Neither is staying here and watching them slowly turn this case against us!&amp;rdquo; I yelled. The boys were dead silent so I continued to say my piece.
&amp;ldquo;This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let Caitlin into my home, my life. I don't know if they are looking for money, revenge, I don't know their motive but whatever it is it has to do with me, and probably my mother in some way, and all I'm asking is a chance to make this right,&amp;rdquo; I yelled. I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy and grabbed onto the back of the couch.
&amp;ldquo;If it means that much to you, Rian and I will go, and you will stay here,&amp;rdquo; Alex offered.
&amp;ldquo;That won't work, that's too suspicious, if you leave they will know something's up,&amp;rdquo; Rian explained. The room was heavy with concerns, worries, and fears. No one wanted to say it, but I was right. It was either leave to find answers or stay here and watch our lives get ruined by the injustice at hand. 
&amp;ldquo;Alex, please, if not for me, or even for you, but...for her,&amp;rdquo; I pleaded placing a hand on my stomach. Alex stood straight with his mouth freezing in place.
&amp;ldquo;I found out today, it's a girl. We're having a girl, Alex,&amp;rdquo; I spoke as gently as I could, a complete opposite of my yelling feast moments before. 
&amp;ldquo;We're having, a girl?&amp;rdquo; he asked. I nodded smiling, my breathing unsteadily. I waited until he made the next move. He strolled around the couch and over to me.
&amp;ldquo;A girl, we're having a girl,&amp;rdquo; he sounded outside of the conversation, his eyes never leaving our daughter.
&amp;ldquo;That's what I said,&amp;rdquo; I laughed.
&amp;ldquo;Just making sure,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. 
&amp;ldquo;Please?&amp;rdquo; I asked grabbing his hands. I held onto both of them, feeling his warmth, before moving them to rest on top of the baby.
&amp;ldquo;For her?&amp;rdquo; I asked. 
&amp;ldquo;How can I say no to that?&amp;rdquo; he asked grinning ear to ear, smoothing his fingers out to my sides. I watched his anger fade away, and here in this moment, for the first time, we were on the same page. We were no longer fighting for ourselves, for him and I, but for what brought us back together after all these years. We were fighting for our future we were forever entitled to. 
&amp;ldquo;Three days. No longer than three days. I don't think I can keep my sanity longer than that,&amp;rdquo; he answered letting go of me. 
&amp;ldquo;Three days is all I need,&amp;rdquo; I said.
&amp;ldquo;We better get packing, I checked the flights while you two were being all mushy, last flight out tonight to NY leaves in four hours,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Ah, crap, we gotta get to hustling,&amp;rdquo; I practically tripped running up the stairs. Alex drove Rian back to their place to get Rian packed as I rummaged in my bedroom closet for my old duffel bag. I tossed random clothes in it. I tossed in a hoodie until I realized it wasn't mine. I pulled it out cautiously before recognizing it. It was Caitlin's, the one she showed up in that Halloween night long passed from now. I closed my eyes tight and reached into the left pocket. My fingers met a thin card. I pulled it out slowly and opened my eyes. It was a folded up white piece of paper. I opened it up praying under my breath for it to be something, anything useful to me at all. I took in the map in front of me. It was printed from the internet, but scribbled with hand written notes all over it. I grinned as a wave of curiosity engulfed me. I scanned the page tracing the path Caitlin was directed on how to get here. The hand writing was too mature to be her's, but also to feminine to be her dad's. My heart spun as my thumb rubbed across my name and house address written at the bottom of the page. 
&amp;ldquo;You, it was you,&amp;rdquo; I whispered. A mental flash of my mother's hand writing from the old photograph I emotionally clanged to so helplessly matched with the writing on the map in my hands. 
&amp;ldquo;And I'm going to find out why,&amp;rdquo; I spoke folding it back up, sticking it in my own jacket pocket, and continuing to pack until the boys got returned. 
&amp;nbsp;
&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you have everything you need?&amp;rdquo; Alex asked for the tenth time as Rian stuffed my bag in his trunk for me.
&amp;ldquo;Alex, yes, everything. We printed the tickets, I have my phone and charger, clothes, just finished booking the hotel as you guys drove up. We are as ready as we will ever be,&amp;rdquo; I stopped walking in the middle of the road to make eye contact with him.
&amp;ldquo;Okay, good,&amp;rdquo; he spoke out smoke as the sun fell behind the horizon. 
&amp;ldquo;We're good to go Jasey, ready when you are,&amp;rdquo; Rian was breathless from all the packing.
&amp;ldquo;Okay, cool,&amp;rdquo; I responded digging my hands deep in my coat. I hugged the folded map tightly for good luck. Rian said his goodbye to Alex with a hug and pat on the back before getting in the driver's seat and warming up the car.
&amp;ldquo;I'll call you when we check into the hotel after we land,&amp;rdquo; I assured him.
&amp;ldquo;Okay, I'll be expecting it then,&amp;rdquo; he said sternly.
&amp;ldquo;Lighten up,&amp;rdquo; I half smiled rubbing his shoulder.
&amp;ldquo;Just promise me one thing,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;What's the one thing?
&amp;ldquo;Just remember what you are there to do. Please don't forget,&amp;rdquo; he said inching closer to my face. I didn't understand what he was asking, but I promised so I could put him at ease.
&amp;ldquo;Jasey, I love you. Before you say anything, don't- I don't mean it like that, I just want you to know, I care so much, and I'm sorry I probably seem like an asshole half the time we're together, but I-&amp;rdquo; I pressed my gloved hand across his lips. His eyes were confused, with the rest of his face forcefully covered.
&amp;ldquo;I love you too, Alex. And by the time I get back, they will regret having ever messed with my best friend. No one screws over my best friend, expect for me...your best friend,&amp;rdquo; I smiled and let go of his lips.
&amp;ldquo;What I'm I going to do for three whole days without your craziness?&amp;rdquo; he asked.
&amp;ldquo;I don't know. Paint my room. Pink,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Pink?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Yes, hot pink,&amp;rdquo; I smiled letting him go.
&amp;ldquo;No, our daughter will not live in a hot pink room! She is going to have pink thrown at her left and right for the rest of her life just for being a girl, and you want to exaggerate that even more with a hot pink room?&amp;rdquo; he exclaimed.
&amp;ldquo;Go get some sleep. You need it,&amp;rdquo; I laughed. 
&amp;ldquo;Damn right I do. Okay, be safe, please, don't forget to call,&amp;rdquo; he hugged me one last time and left his hand on my belly when he let go.
&amp;ldquo;She's coming back with me, gezz,&amp;rdquo; I rolled my eyes.
&amp;ldquo;Bye, Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Alex smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Bye,&amp;rdquo; I said and walked my way around to the passenger's side of the car. 
&amp;ldquo;She's gonna be a daddy's girl I hope you know, he is already a sucker for her,&amp;rdquo; Rian teased as he drove off. He waited for a verbal comeback, but his remark created a different kind of response out of me.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, turn left up here? I need to take care of something before we get on the freeway to the airport,&amp;rdquo; I asked.
&amp;ldquo;We don't have much time, will it be quick?&amp;rdquo; he asked.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah. I just need a moment,&amp;rdquo; I answered. ]]></description>
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    <media:title><![CDATA[.:Say You Mean It:. Chapter 22, "Hot Pink" {Alex Gaskarth/Jasey Rae}]]></media:title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Chapter 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hot Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, I hate to ask, but can I stay at your guys' place tonight? I just drove up and our front yard is bombarded with news reports,&amp;rdquo; Rian sighed through the phone. His voice drifted from Amelia's end and into our living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Already getting the couch all warm and cozy for you,&amp;rdquo; Aims laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks, see you guys soon,&amp;rdquo; Rian finished. Aims hung up and gave me an exhausted stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was falling asleep, I don't want to have to go all the way upstairs,&amp;rdquo; I pouted as I rose from the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I feel bad, we should have just asked the guys if they wanted to crash here. Everyone and their moms are going to be going to them for answers,&amp;rdquo; Aims said. I didn&amp;rsquo;t answer. My head was pounding with a desire for sleep, and the baby was kicking me awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Go upstairs, your tired, I'll let Rian in when he gets here,&amp;rdquo; Aims nudged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, it's fine, the baby won't let me sleep. Plus, I think I'm gonna stay down here on the computer to start looking for..stuff...&amp;rdquo; I mumbled as I walked my way to the desk in the corner of the room by the entrance to the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure? Don't you have a check up early in the morning for the baby?&amp;rdquo; Aims questioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Crap, I forgot. Oh well, I'm still going and yeah, &amp;rdquo; I shrugged sitting down at the bright screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, well, I'm gonna head up then. Wake me if anything, night,&amp;rdquo; Aims signed off and went upstairs. Not too long after Rian arrived. I greeted him at the door and watched the snow flurries trickle in all around his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It's really coming down now. Thanks for letting me crash here. As soon as I saw all those reporters I drove away before I was spotted,&amp;rdquo; he laughed. He tossed his snow covered jacket on the stairs and went straight to the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, no worries. I hope you don't mind, I might be up awhile on the computer. The baby won't let me sleep. And I figured it's good time to get to researching,&amp;rdquo; I explained walking back to my station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Isn't it killing you not knowing if it's a boy or girl?&amp;rdquo; He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes and no. I don't know, I like the suspense,&amp;rdquo; I smiled. I turned back in my chair to face him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, it's driving Alex up the wall. That's all he talks about,&amp;rdquo; Rian laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really? What's he hoping for?&amp;rdquo; I asked curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He hasn't said. I've asked him over and over and he brings up the pros and cons of each. Boy could become a rock star like his daddy, but I think he has a soft spot to have a daddy's girl. He likes the idea that he would be the favorite.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That he would enjoy, yes,&amp;rdquo; I agreed. I paused and let the images over take me. Alex, our child, and I. How it was going to be a real life portrait soon enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not everyone is a daddy's girl though, I'm not,&amp;rdquo; I huffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Does your dad know...&amp;rdquo; Rain trailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, he doesn't. He doesn't know about the baby. Or Alex. Nothing,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But why? I don't get that, I know you guys had a falling out, but there is so much going on in your life that he should know about,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I guess...it's stupid,&amp;rdquo; I looked down at the floor wishing I had just went to bed. It was too late to me discussing important life matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm sure it's not stupid,&amp;rdquo; he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don't know, I just...I don't need him. I haven't felt like I needed him in my life for a very long time. I've always been an independent person. I don't like depending on people. Because they always let you down,&amp;rdquo; I confessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sometimes people do let you down...but the right people won't. And think of it this way; won't you still want your son or daughter to need your help when they are all grown up?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow, you're a deep one Dawson,&amp;rdquo; I shook my head smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks Rae,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. His grin was perfectly white, and his eyes were honest and caring, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, I'll let you sleep. Researching that creep can wait. And its not like it's going to free Alex any sooner,&amp;rdquo; I sighed lifting myself from the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don't sweat it Jasey, we will bail him out when we get word what's going on, it's going to turn out fine. Just focus on you, and the baby right now,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'll try. No promises though. Goodnight,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Night,&amp;rdquo; he said and made himself at home with the blankets we had out. I made my way upstairs to my room. I cursed as my toe banged the side of something solid near my bed. I turned on the bedside lamp and stared down at the box of diapers I forgot I invested in a few days ago. The smiling baby on the box made me feel sick. I undressed and slid under the covers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm not ready for any of this. I'm not ready,&amp;rdquo; my mind repeated over and over as I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I awoke with a sense of alarm. I looked around to make sure the world still existed. The bright white of snow blanketed the room through my curtains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Jasey?&amp;rdquo; a head asked opening the door. Aims's blonde locks circled around her shoulders gracefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sorry to wake you, just wanted to say bye, I'm leaving for, working a double today, not sure if I'll see you tonight,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, no that's okay, I have to be up for my appointment this morning, and...see what else is happening...&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my eyes recalling my so far failed mission to free Alex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alright, well, see you when I see you then...&amp;rdquo; she smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hey, before you go, I just want to say I'm sorry we haven&amp;rsquo;t really hung out much. It feels like forever since we've talked, or done anything fun really,&amp;rdquo; I pouted. I was beginning to miss my life before all of this. Attending Julliard. Dancing. Laughing. Going out. Being young and free. I missed my life back in New York. Baltimore will always be my home, yes, but...New York will always be the place where I really started to become myself. And now who I am? Some knocked up dance school drop out who never even peaked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When your baby's daddy is out of jail and you can actually get some real drinks in you, call me, I'll be the first to kidnap you for a good time,&amp;rdquo; she winked. I giggled as she walked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I got up and showered to get ready for the day. My phone hasn't left my side all night and now all morning. I begged it to ring, but it didn't listen. I brushed through the golden brown strands flowing from my fingers, biting away my nerves. I sucked on the fresh blood seeping from my bottom lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Shit,&amp;rdquo; I cursed slamming the brush down. I needed an answer. What was taking so long? Isn&amp;rsquo;t it illegal to show up, disrupt someone's life, and not even tell you what the hell is going on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Jasey? Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked with a soft knock at the bathroom door. I didn't know he was still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute,&amp;rdquo; I scrabbled to finish up to prove to him that nothing was wrong. I walked downstairs and grabbed my coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hey,&amp;rdquo; he spoke from the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hey, morning,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Morning...um, any word from...?&amp;rdquo; he trailed rubbing his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;No, nothing, you?&amp;rdquo; I asked hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yeah, actually, just a few minutes ago, I went upstairs to go tell you, um, we can bail him out,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Wait, what?&amp;rdquo; I dropped my coat on the couch pressing my nails into the cushion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yeah that detective chick said we can bail him out,&amp;rdquo; he stood and turned off the television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How much are they asking?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;...A grand,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Are you kidding me?&amp;rdquo; I gaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Afraid not. Wait, where are you off to? I was going to go get him as soon as you got up. I figured you would want to see him,&amp;rdquo; he asked grabbing his coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I do want to see him, but I have a doctor's appointment. Check up on the little one,&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my belly dramatically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ah, dang. Did you maybe want me to take you to your appointment and we can just go pick him up after?&amp;rdquo; Rian smiled. I need to ask him what toothpaste he uses. His teeth are always so freaking blinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Uh, yeah, I'm okay with that, if you don't mind,&amp;rdquo; I shrugged my shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nope, not at all. To scared to head home by myself anyways,&amp;rdquo; he laughed. I smiled and led us out the door. We hopped in his car and I could tell we were both equally relieved that there were no reporters outside of our yard. I gave him directions and we rode in silence most of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How was your Thanksgiving?&amp;rdquo; I asked him. The overly decorated city passing by reminded me that we were in the season of joy, giving, and thankfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It was good. Being away for so long can be pretty rough, but seeing your family and friend's faces for the first time in a long time is one of the best feelings ever,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. I smiled back even though he was paying attention to the road and couldn't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How was your Thanksgiving?&amp;rdquo; He asked in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Good, I guess,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You guess?&amp;rdquo; he smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hmmm yeah. It felt...normal. I practically grew up in Alex's parent's place. It was comforting. To be back,&amp;rdquo; I explained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I think it's awesome. You guys growing up together, it's kind of meant to be,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Whoa, slow down. This isn't fate, This is...just...what it is right now,&amp;rdquo; I blushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Okay, whatever you say,&amp;rdquo; he shook his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nothing. Just nothing,&amp;rdquo; he said with his face still. We pulled into the hospital's parking lot. The snow was starting to finally come to a stop, but the town was already covered inch by inch with the stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'll be here when you get out, then we can go downtown to get Alex,&amp;rdquo; Rian said shutting the car off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You aren't coming?&amp;rdquo; I asked opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Uhhh, I didn't think I was actually invited in,&amp;rdquo; he chuckled awkwardly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'm not going into labor or anything, it's just a check up, come keep me company,&amp;rdquo; I laughed lifting myself out. He agreed and followed me into the building. We walked into the expecting mother's department in silence. I checked in at the front desk and then we sat and waited for my name to be called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How cute,&amp;rdquo; he whispered in my ear. I looked up from the magazine I was mindlessly flipping to what he was pointing at. A little girl, maybe four or five years old was holding a bottle for what I assumed to be her baby brother in her mother's arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I didn't know you were a sucker for children,&amp;rdquo; I teased elbowing his side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I''m not! But come on, that's adorable,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. I smiled back just as a nurse walked out and called my name. I looked at Rian and nodded for him to come if he wanted. He shrugged and followed behind me. The nurse sat us down in a tiny room and ordered us to wait for the doctor to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I hate doctor's office's,&amp;rdquo; Rian shivered in the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then why did you follow?&amp;rdquo; I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I don't know! For moral support? Alex owes me one,&amp;rdquo; he wrapped his arms around himself and yawned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex hasn't even gone with me to any appointments yet I don't think,&amp;rdquo; I recalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He hasn't?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nope. He hasn't been home. Or out of jail to be able to,&amp;rdquo; I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Cut him some slack. He's wanted by many,&amp;rdquo; he joked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ha. Ha. Funny,&amp;rdquo; I stuck my tongue out at him. Dr. Soles entered and introduced herself and asked basic questions, nothing to personal thank God or I would have really regret inviting Rian in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So everything looks fine so far, you and your baby are as healthy as can be,&amp;rdquo; she smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Good, I'm glad, one last thing to worry about,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Would you like to do a quick ultrasound before you go to see how the baby is doing in there?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sure. Wanna see, Rian?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sure, that'd be cool,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. The lights were dimmed and Dr. Soles prepped me for the ultrasound. The cold gel hit my stomach as she drug her instrument to the left and right of my sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, there's the head,&amp;rdquo; she pointed out. Rian and I snapped our heads to the screen to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I can hear the heartbeat,&amp;rdquo; Rian said. I glanced at him for a second to see his eyes wide and curious like a child's. He didn't know what to do with his excitement. His joy made me smile and I turned back to the screen to see my baby curled up, content, and more alive than I thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;There she is!&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles announced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;?&amp;rdquo; Rian and I exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Um, yes, she's a girl,&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles smiled worriedly. I guess she never received the memo from my previous visits that I requested to keep the baby's gender unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Congrats you two, you're having a daughter!&amp;rdquo; she smiled at us and back to the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, no!&amp;rdquo; I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yeah, we aren't, it's not-&amp;rdquo; Rian chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We're just friends,&amp;rdquo; I smiled at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, of course. Friendship first is always important anyways,&amp;rdquo; Dr. Soles smiled. My heart turned at every word she told us in the past twelve seconds. A girl...A girl? A girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We should be going, we have someone to meet, but thank you Dr. Soles for everything,&amp;rdquo; I quickly wrapped up. She cleaned me off and scheduled me for my next appointment in two weeks. I didn't look at Rian once as we left the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Congratulations, Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Rian spoke breaking the silence in the parked car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thanks,&amp;rdquo; I mumbled under my breath. Emotions were stirring and I couldn't hold them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hey, what's wrong?&amp;rdquo; Rian's touch surprised me. I jumped back at his hand on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying, stupid hormones,&amp;rdquo; I chuckled wiping away senseless tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It's a lot to take in,&amp;rdquo; he coaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I know, I just....bringing my, &lt;em&gt;our daughter&lt;/em&gt;, into this crap is not what I want. We aren't ready. We are far from it, and everyone knows it,&amp;rdquo; I slouched my back and faced the window trying to stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Look at me Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Rian demanded. I slowly turned to meet his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This sucks. I know. It wasn't what either of you expected or wanted. I spent countless conversations with Alex to reassure him this isn't the end of the world. He is scared shitless, and he has tried to hide that from you since day one. But do you know what makes him okay at the end of the day?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What?&amp;rdquo; I sniffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You. He sees you. He sees you and his child, and he just knows that everything will turn out fine, that it has to. He believes in you with all his being. He always has, and always will,&amp;rdquo; Rian's words confirmed what I already knew. Alex and I were a team. A broken, bitter, weird team, but a team nonetheless. We are partners in this, and I'm going to have to trust him. More importantly I'm going to have to have faith in him like he does in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Rian, we have to do something, we have to prove them wrong, this won't be the end, they won't leave Alex alone until we prove them wrong,&amp;rdquo; I confessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I know...but how?&amp;rdquo; he asked. I sat and thought, and thought some more. Finally, something came to mind. It was crazy. Really crazy, but just crazy enough to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'm going to New York. I'm going to find where Caitlin and her dad showed up from, why they left and came here, and demand answers until I get them,&amp;rdquo; I declared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;That's crazy Jace,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It is. Crazy enough to work you think?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Maybe, I don't know...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You can't go alone,&amp;rdquo; he warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I know, and Aims can't. She can't get out of work, and Alex flying out of state would be too suspicious with Social Services up his ass,&amp;rdquo; I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I know,&amp;rdquo; Rian agreed. I held his stare just long enough to let my teeth slip from my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Jasey...no, no, come on, it's too crazy,&amp;rdquo; he laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Please! Come on, please come with me, you are the only one-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex would flip, Jasey, he is not going to let you do this,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I don't care. I have to do this. For him, for me, for us,&amp;rdquo; I rubbed my belly and pouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You are relentless. You know that?&amp;rdquo; he started the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Is that a yes? Will you come with me?&amp;rdquo; I grabbed his arm excitedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If you can convince Alex that this is the only way, then yes. I will,&amp;rdquo; he frowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Challenge accepted!&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Let's go get Alex, yeah?&amp;rdquo; he laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yeah, let's go,&amp;rdquo; I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The police officer led Rian and I down what seemed like the longest hall I've ever traveled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He will be out soon. I'm going to need you to sign some paper work at the front desk before you leave,&amp;rdquo; The officer said and left us at the end of the hall to wait. We sat at the faded bench next to the door where they released their prisoners. We waited with nothing to say. All of our words were choked behind our tongues, not from each other, but from the person we were about to face. The door beeped and cranked open. I stood up straight and watched two guards hover over his shoulders. The angel on his left trusted him enough not to restrain him, but the devil on his right didn't let go of his arm until he was officially out of the hall and in front of Rian and I. My arms wrapped around him wordlessly. His small frame so familiar against my unbelievably enlarged belly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'm so happy to see you,&amp;rdquo; he whispered in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I am too,&amp;rdquo; I smiled and hugged him tighter. My worries instantly faded in his safe embrace. I let go and watched him smile in his old clothes he was taken into custody in days prior. Rian hugged him just as tight, and the room filled with much needed peace. We made our way to the front to sign the paper work. My eyes wouldn't leave Alex for a second to make sure he was really here, in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Dude, I owe you, so much,&amp;rdquo; Alex dug his hands tiredly into his jacket pockets as Rian signed the bail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You would do the same for me, I'm just glad you're safe,&amp;rdquo; he spoke from the papers. We left as soon as Rian was done, and headed for my place. We informed Alex about the reporters and that Rian hasn't been by to see if they are still there or not. We walked into the empty living room where Alex plopped onto the couch at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh my God, this feels orgasmic,&amp;rdquo; he chuckled. I smiled and stood by the door awkwardly with Rian. Rian nodded at me to urge me on. I nodded back and took a deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I better get upstairs to get packing,&amp;rdquo; I pointed behind me to the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Really? That's how you're going to open this up?&amp;rdquo; Rian asked. I shrugged helplessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Where are you going?&amp;rdquo; Alex raised an eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We're going to New York, to prove you're innocent,&amp;rdquo; I tried to speak sternly, but the nerves hit my vocal chords like a ton of bricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bullshit you aren't, what the hell are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; Alex stood defensively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It was all her idea, and she needs someone to go with,&amp;rdquo; Rian said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex, I know this is crazy, I know that. But we can't just sit here and do nothing,&amp;rdquo; I walked towards him but he backed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Jasey, flying out across the country isn't going to prove anything,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Neither is staying here and watching them slowly turn this case against us!&amp;rdquo; I yelled. The boys were dead silent so I continued to say my piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let Caitlin into my home, my life. I don't know if they are looking for money, revenge, I don't know their motive but whatever it is it has to do with me, and probably my mother in some way, and all I'm asking is a chance to make this right,&amp;rdquo; I yelled. I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy and grabbed onto the back of the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If it means that much to you, Rian and I will go, and you will stay here,&amp;rdquo; Alex offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;That won't work, that's too suspicious, if you leave they will know something's up,&amp;rdquo; Rian explained. The room was heavy with concerns, worries, and fears. No one wanted to say it, but I was right. It was either leave to find answers or stay here and watch our lives get ruined by the injustice at hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex, please, if not for me, or even for you, but...for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;rdquo; I pleaded placing a hand on my stomach. Alex stood straight with his mouth freezing in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I found out today, it's a girl. We're having a girl, Alex,&amp;rdquo; I spoke as gently as I could, a complete opposite of my yelling feast moments before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We're having, a girl?&amp;rdquo; he asked. I nodded smiling, my breathing unsteadily. I waited until he made the next move. He strolled around the couch and over to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A girl, we're having a girl,&amp;rdquo; he sounded outside of the conversation, his eyes never leaving our daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;That's what I said,&amp;rdquo; I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just making sure,&amp;rdquo; he smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Please?&amp;rdquo; I asked grabbing his hands. I held onto both of them, feeling his warmth, before moving them to rest on top of the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;For her?&amp;rdquo; I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How can I say no to that?&amp;rdquo; he asked grinning ear to ear, smoothing his fingers out to my sides. I watched his anger fade away, and here in this moment, for the first time, we were on the same page. We were no longer fighting for ourselves, for him and I, but for what brought us back together after all these years. We were fighting for our future we were forever entitled to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Three days. No longer than three days. I don't think I can keep my sanity longer than that,&amp;rdquo; he answered letting go of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Three days is all I need,&amp;rdquo; I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We better get packing, I checked the flights while you two were being all mushy, last flight out tonight to NY leaves in four hours,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ah, crap, we gotta get to hustling,&amp;rdquo; I practically tripped running up the stairs. Alex drove Rian back to their place to get Rian packed as I rummaged in my bedroom closet for my old duffel bag. I tossed random clothes in it. I tossed in a hoodie until I realized it wasn't mine. I pulled it out cautiously before recognizing it. It was Caitlin's, the one she showed up in that Halloween night long passed from now. I closed my eyes tight and reached into the left pocket. My fingers met a thin card. I pulled it out slowly and opened my eyes. It was a folded up white piece of paper. I opened it up praying under my breath for it to be something, anything useful to me at all. I took in the map in front of me. It was printed from the internet, but scribbled with hand written notes all over it. I grinned as a wave of curiosity engulfed me. I scanned the page tracing the path Caitlin was directed on how to get here. The hand writing was too mature to be her's, but also to feminine to be her dad's. My heart spun as my thumb rubbed across my name and house address written at the bottom of the page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You, it was you,&amp;rdquo; I whispered. A mental flash of my mother's hand writing from the old photograph I emotionally clanged to so helplessly matched with the writing on the map in my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And I'm going to find out why,&amp;rdquo; I spoke folding it back up, sticking it in my own jacket pocket, and continuing to pack until the boys got returned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Are you sure you have everything you need?&amp;rdquo; Alex asked for the tenth time as Rian stuffed my bag in his trunk for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Alex, yes, everything. We printed the tickets, I have my phone and charger, clothes, just finished booking the hotel as you guys drove up. We are as ready as we will ever be,&amp;rdquo; I stopped walking in the middle of the road to make eye contact with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Okay, good,&amp;rdquo; he spoke out smoke as the sun fell behind the horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We're good to go Jasey, ready when you are,&amp;rdquo; Rian was breathless from all the packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Okay, cool,&amp;rdquo; I responded digging my hands deep in my coat. I hugged the folded map tightly for good luck. Rian said his goodbye to Alex with a hug and pat on the back before getting in the driver's seat and warming up the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I'll call you when we check into the hotel after we land,&amp;rdquo; I assured him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Okay, I'll be expecting it then,&amp;rdquo; he said sternly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Lighten up,&amp;rdquo; I half smiled rubbing his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just promise me one thing,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What's the one thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just remember what you are there to do. Please don't forget,&amp;rdquo; he said inching closer to my face. I didn't understand what he was asking, but I promised so I could put him at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Jasey, I love you. Before you say anything, don't- I don't mean it like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, I just want you to know, I care so much, and I'm sorry I probably seem like an asshole half the time we're together, but I-&amp;rdquo; I pressed my gloved hand across his lips. His eyes were confused, with the rest of his face forcefully covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I love you too, Alex. And by the time I get back, they will regret having ever messed with my best friend. No one screws over my best friend, expect for me...your best friend,&amp;rdquo; I smiled and let go of his lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What I'm I going to do for three whole days without your craziness?&amp;rdquo; he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I don't know. Paint my room. Pink,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pink?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yes, hot pink,&amp;rdquo; I smiled letting him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;No, our daughter will not live in a hot pink room! She is going to have pink thrown at her left and right for the rest of her life just for being a girl, and you want to exaggerate that even more with a hot pink room?&amp;rdquo; he exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Go get some sleep. You need it,&amp;rdquo; I laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Damn right I do. Okay, be safe, please, don't forget to call,&amp;rdquo; he hugged me one last time and left his hand on my belly when he let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She's coming back with me, gezz,&amp;rdquo; I rolled my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bye, Jasey,&amp;rdquo; Alex smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bye,&amp;rdquo; I said and walked my way around to the passenger's side of the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She's gonna be a daddy's girl I hope you know, he is already a sucker for her,&amp;rdquo; Rian teased as he drove off. He waited for a verbal comeback, but his remark created a different kind of response out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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.:Author's Note:. AH! 7 months! I know, it took me long enough, but here it is!!!
Not much has changed since I last visited this story. The only thing I have to report is that I got to see All Time Low at the Van's Warped Tour&amp;nbsp;last month&amp;nbsp;and meet them :) Pretty much my dream come true &amp;lt;3
Thanks for all of your support thus far!
ENJOY! &amp;lt;3
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Chapter 21
&amp;nbsp;
Evidence 
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&amp;nbsp;
&amp;ldquo;What do you want, Jace?&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Hm? Oh no, nothing, thanks. I'm good,&amp;rdquo; I answered. Alex sighed and leaned his head out of the window.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Can I get the number two please? With an ice tea?&amp;rdquo; He ordered. I watched him pull around to pick up the food.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You didn't have to get me anything, but thanks,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You need to eat, you know that,&amp;rdquo; he smiled tiredly. The sun was sprouting up from the horizon now. Alex and I had spent the whole night sitting in Zack's dark room in silence. Neither of us knew what finding that picture of Caitlin's father Jared meant. We never talked to him or met him before he almost tried to punch Alex's lights out a few days ago at the hospital. For all we know it could have been a very unconventional coincidence that he was the subject of our spy games as children and now the suspect of our situation now years later. Alex retrieved the bag of food and drove off towards my place.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;How long is the rest of the tour?&amp;rdquo; I asked.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;About three weeks. We should be home a few days before Christmas,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Oh,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Gonna miss me?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Actually, yeah, I will,&amp;rdquo; I spoke to the sack below me, but I was being honest and not sarcastic one bit for once. 
&amp;ldquo;Same. Missing you too, I mean. I love touring, love it to death, but, I don't know. Fuck, I just feel bad sometimes,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Why? For what?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;For always leaving, always being gone&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you get back,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I know...and I thank you for that,&amp;rdquo; Alex finished. The awkwardness settled in. This is the part where the boy and the girl hold hands, kiss, cry, or something; anything. The soon to be mother and father should mourn their departure from one another. Instead I opened the crumbled bag nuzzled in my lap and nibbled on my tater tots. 
&amp;nbsp;The blue and red flashes filled the inside of his car as we pulled up to the driveway.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Oh my God...&amp;rdquo; My mouth fell open at the sight of the three police cars in our driveway. Alex pulled in to the curb across the street and parked. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Look, they're talking to Rian...he should be at the airport, I told the guys to meet me there,&amp;rdquo; Alex shook the keys loose from the ignition and left the car. My stomach grew in knots as the police officers attention went from Rian, and Aims who I just noticed behind one of the officers, to Alex walking over. Their eyes locked on him and their hands came up from their sides with pointed guns.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Freeze! Hands on your head! Get on the ground! NOW!&amp;rdquo; The female officer shouted closest to him. Cops ran out of my front door for back up.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; I shrieked fumbling for the handle. Once I was out I ran out to Alex falling to his knees obediently.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Miss! Stay back! Back away!&amp;rdquo; One of them shouted, and another grabbed my arms.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No! What are you doing?&amp;rdquo; I was gasping in and out, my nose numb, and breath visible. In and out, too fast, too much fog in front of my eyes. I stood trapped by uniforms and flashing lights. Alex wasn't speaking, and he was now mounted with their knees on his back. He was cuffed, and brought back to his feet. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Why is this happening?&amp;rdquo; I asked no one.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Are you Jasey Rae?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yeah?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We need to speak to you, please, come inside,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Where are you taking him? He hasn't done anything!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Jasey, he is being taken downtown for questioning, please come inside,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Questions? About what?&amp;rdquo; I huffed. I was no longer given answers as they forcefully led me to the house. I looked to my side at Alex being read his rights. His head hung low. Expressionless. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Look at me,&amp;rdquo; I pleaded under my breath. The universe some how brought him my plea and his head tilted up. My eyes didn't leave his until I entered the house. They were blood shot, not from crying, he wasn't upset. He looked almost...regretful. Rian and Aims were seated in the living room when I walked in. We made eye contact for a second but the police officer interviewing them demanded their attention right back with another inquiry. I waited ten minutes in the family room across the kitchen for someone to tell me what was going on. I watched the snow blanket on top of that old cherry blossom tree I was once so fond of. It was so dead and cold. No longer the blooming, hypnotizing view it once was. It was an eye sore to stare at now. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Jasey, thank you for your patience, I'm-&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Gregorian. I remember. We met at the hospital, I've been waiting to hear back about Caitlin, how is she?&amp;rdquo; I interrupted, intrigued to see her again. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;She's okay, she is in good care with a foster family for the time being,&amp;rdquo; she answered and took a seat across from me. Her files of paper and pen clutched on her lap gave my gut a whirl.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Look, Jasey, I am going to have to ask you a series of questions regarding Mr. Gaskarth and I need them answered honestly in return. This must be a tough time for you, I realize this, but my team and I are looking to get to the bottom of this as efficiently and quickly as possible. Are we on the same page?&amp;rdquo; Ms. Gregorian crossed her legs as if to show she was serious.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I guess...I can be honest when I say I have no idea what any of this could be about, and I'm trying my hardest not to have a panic attack. So ask away,&amp;rdquo; I blurted.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;How long have you known Mr. Gaskarth?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well, I've known Alex...my whole life. We grew up together. Our parents were friends at the time we were both born, lived across the street from one another. So since the day I was born,&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I know this is a loaded question, but within that time from when you were childhood friends, were you in knowledge of any type abuse going on in the home? Mental, phys-&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What? No, no, his family was practically my family too. There was never anything like that. If anything he was more of a spoiled brat,&amp;rdquo; I huffed at my own comment, not sure if it was appropriate or not. But what was she trying to get at?
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Have you ever felt..unsafe around him? At all worrying about his mental health? Any signs something might be wrong?&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Gregorian, I don't know what you expect me to say. The answer is short. No, never,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You two are romantically involved, correct, he is your boyfriend?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No, not in a relationship,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;But you two are having a child together?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We have a friendship together, but thanks for your concern and slight judgment,&amp;rdquo; My sarcasm was slipping, and I didn't really care.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You can be as difficult as you'd like Jace, but believe it or not I am only here to help,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Help me by never calling me that. My name is Jasey, and Ms. Rae is fine, but we are not friends, you do not know me, and you certainly do not know him,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Rae, I do know that he is being charged with something very serious and not giving me the answers I need will only worsen this for him. So I suggest you sit back down and cooperate.&amp;rdquo;
Without knowing it I was out of my seat and alerted two officers standing by the opening of the kitchen now.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;He has been accused with a physical attack on a minor; child abuse basically,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;He has never touched me, or anyone. He would never, and I mean never do that, why would he be accused of that?&amp;rdquo; I chugged down tears as I looked at her for answers. She was questioning me, but I needed the answers more than she ever would.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Because...Caitlin has been brave enough to come forward and confess that her abuser was Mr. Gaskarth during her time of residence here,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;That's all a lie! We took her in when we didn't have to! She's my half sister, as much of a shock as that was to me, to all of us, I let her stay because I thought she'd be safe here, would be better off under our-&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;-Well she wasn't I'm afraid...&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You don't understand at all. Alex met her once, and once only. He was on tour with his band majority of the time she was staying with Amelia and I. This is completely fabricated,&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Ja- Ms.Rae, I've seen the evidence. Broken ribs, bruises all over...hand prints...Injuries she could not have possibly inflicted on herself, and they came from somewhere, someone. I'm sorry the news I brought to you couldn't have been better but as far as I'm concern there is no proof for either side to further present at the moment. This could have happened under your radar, I do not know, but it will be settled in court, and your future assistance will be needed through out this case. Please keep in touch if you have anymore questions or concerns,&amp;rdquo; Ms. Gregorian completed, stood up, and held out a small card with her contact information.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Isn't my word good enough? Being his childhood friend, and mother of his child?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No, I'm afraid not Ms. Rae,&amp;rdquo; her voice was low and apologetic. She slipped her card on the coffee table in front of me. I gave up, my head hit my hands in my lap. I didn't bother watching her leave. This wasn't happening. There was no way in hell. Why? Why here? Why now? And why...him? It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. And it was not true, how could Caitlin do this? Come into our lives and burn it down just like that. I sat thinking and not thinking. Sometimes just sitting, and no thinking. Because that's too much to ask for when I can barely breathe. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; a whisper came through. I looked up finally, and it was dark. I couldn't see out the backyard doors now. I answered Aims with tears.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No, no, hey, hey,&amp;rdquo; she sat down the cup of something steaming she made for me on the table to sit down and hug me.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Look, we are going to fight this shit, look at me,&amp;rdquo; she coaxed, and I did, because she made me with her hand under my cheek.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We both know...we know this isn't right, and we are going to fix this. Whatever it takes. There has to be something we can do, and we will, I promise,&amp;rdquo; she held my numb arms. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;She's right Jasey, we are all going to do whatever we can,&amp;rdquo; a male spoke out and I turned my head around Aims to see Rian, Zack, and Jack standing a few feet away.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I made all the calls, I talked to our managers, the tour has been canceled. I told them it's a serious family matter, they understood. Weren't too happy, but they understood,&amp;rdquo; Rian confessed as he sat next to Aims and put a reassuring hand over mine.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Thanks,&amp;rdquo; I said. I waited with nothing more to say.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Who would have thought Alex would be the first to face jail time. I was sure it would have been me,&amp;rdquo; Jack chuckled. Everyone moaned with disapproval at the joke.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Oh come on! Just trying to lighten the mood,&amp;rdquo; he laughed heartily. He really was trying to mean well, and there was no point to making this even worse with tears and fears getting in the way. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No, you're right Jack, you will be the first,&amp;rdquo; I spoke. I smiled for a second before it faded away.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yes! That's the spirit!&amp;rdquo; He rejoiced.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Fuck the man, we are breaking my brother out of that hell hole! Teach them a lesson..&amp;rdquo; Jack laughed. I laughed too. Maybe I don't give him enough credit. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Okay Jack, really, how?&amp;rdquo; Aims rolled her eyes and asked.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Aims,&amp;rdquo; I softly calmed her down. She bugged her eyes at me, not hiding that she has never been too fond of Jack.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I think Caitlin's scared,&amp;rdquo; Zack chimed in.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;She's trying to protect someone. Whoever did do this to her. Blaming Alex is her cover,&amp;rdquo; he sat down at one of the kitchen chairs.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I think you're right, she's a kid, she probably didn't know what else to do,&amp;rdquo; Rian agreed. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;As much as that pisses me off, I think so too. And I think I know who did do it,&amp;rdquo; I said.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Who?&amp;rdquo; Everyone asked.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Her dad. Jared something. Think about it, she came all the way her with nothing but a picture in her hand, she was scared and didn't know who else to go to. Of course she wouldn't want to go to the authorities, Jared probably had her scared half to death to report him,&amp;rdquo; I explained. The room fell silent as we all put together the pieces. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I believe that. Alex told me that guy was pretty psycho that day he tried to beat him up at the hospital. Drinking or drug problems, anger management issues maybe, who knows,&amp;rdquo; Rian said.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;So problem solved, let's rat the bastard out to the cops,&amp;rdquo; Jack suggested.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Won't work,&amp;rdquo; I shook my head.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We don't have creditability, or proof that he did it. It will just turn into a hot mess of everyone pointing fingers at one another,&amp;rdquo; Aims added. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;So, what now?&amp;rdquo; Zack asked. Everyone stared up at me, as if I knew how to solve this. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well, we need more evidence. They said they need more proof, we will give them proof,&amp;rdquo; I sighed. I sniffed away the remaining bits of tears and snot from crying. I wasn't going to let this defeat me, my friends, or my family. I shamelessly haven't put out much of an effort to get to know Alex's band mates and I felt guilty for it now, in this moment, where they dropped everything for him and I. Because they aren&amp;rsquo;t just his band mates, they're his best friends, his brothers. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;How do we do that?&amp;rdquo; Rian smiled at my new found attitude. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We do what any detective would. We do our research. Just a bit more aggressive, up-close, and personal,&amp;rdquo; I smirked. 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;.:Author's Note:. AH! 7 months! I know, it took me long enough, but here it is!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Not much has changed since I last visited this story. The only thing I have to report is that I got to see All Time Low at the Van's Warped Tour&amp;nbsp;last month&amp;nbsp;and meet them :) Pretty much my dream come true &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Thanks for all of your support thus far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;ENJOY! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Chapter 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Evidence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you want, Jace?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hm? Oh no, nothing, thanks. I'm good,&amp;rdquo; I answered. Alex sighed and leaned his head out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can I get the number two please? With an ice tea?&amp;rdquo; He ordered. I watched him pull around to pick up the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You didn't have to get me anything, but thanks,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You need to eat, you know that,&amp;rdquo; he smiled tiredly. The sun was sprouting up from the horizon now. Alex and I had spent the whole night sitting in Zack's dark room in silence. Neither of us knew what finding that picture of Caitlin's father Jared meant. We never talked to him or met him before he almost tried to punch Alex's lights out a few days ago at the hospital. For all we know it could have been a very unconventional coincidence that he was the subject of our spy games as children and now the suspect of our situation now years later. Alex retrieved the bag of food and drove off towards my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How long is the rest of the tour?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;About three weeks. We should be home a few days before Christmas,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Gonna miss me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Actually, yeah, I will,&amp;rdquo; I spoke to the sack below me, but I was being honest and not sarcastic one bit for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Same. Missing you too, I mean. I love touring, love it to death, but, I don't know. Fuck, I just feel bad sometimes,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why? For what?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;For always leaving, always being gone&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you get back,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know...and I thank you for that,&amp;rdquo; Alex finished. The awkwardness settled in. This is the part where the boy and the girl hold hands, kiss, cry, or something; anything. The soon to be mother and father should mourn their departure from one another. Instead I opened the crumbled bag nuzzled in my lap and nibbled on my tater tots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The blue and red flashes filled the inside of his car as we pulled up to the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my God...&amp;rdquo; My mouth fell open at the sight of the three police cars in our driveway. Alex pulled in to the curb across the street and parked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, they're talking to Rian...he should be at the airport, I told the guys to meet me there,&amp;rdquo; Alex shook the keys loose from the ignition and left the car. My stomach grew in knots as the police officers attention went from Rian, and Aims who I just noticed behind one of the officers, to Alex walking over. Their eyes locked on him and their hands came up from their sides with pointed guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Freeze! Hands on your head! Get on the ground! NOW!&amp;rdquo; The female officer shouted closest to him. Cops ran out of my front door for back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; I shrieked fumbling for the handle. Once I was out I ran out to Alex falling to his knees obediently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Miss! Stay back! Back away!&amp;rdquo; One of them shouted, and another grabbed my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No! What are you doing?&amp;rdquo; I was gasping in and out, my nose numb, and breath visible. In and out, too fast, too much fog in front of my eyes. I stood trapped by uniforms and flashing lights. Alex wasn't speaking, and he was now mounted with their knees on his back. He was cuffed, and brought back to his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why is this happening?&amp;rdquo; I asked no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you Jasey Rae?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We need to speak to you, please, come inside,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are you taking him? He hasn't done anything!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jasey, he is being taken downtown for questioning, please come inside,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Questions? About what?&amp;rdquo; I huffed. I was no longer given answers as they forcefully led me to the house. I looked to my side at Alex being read his rights. His head hung low. Expressionless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look at me,&amp;rdquo; I pleaded under my breath. The universe some how brought him my plea and his head tilted up. My eyes didn't leave his until I entered the house. They were blood shot, not from crying, he wasn't upset. He looked almost...regretful. Rian and Aims were seated in the living room when I walked in. We made eye contact for a second but the police officer interviewing them demanded their attention right back with another inquiry. I waited ten minutes in the family room across the kitchen for someone to tell me what was going on. I watched the snow blanket on top of that old cherry blossom tree I was once so fond of. It was so dead and cold. No longer the blooming, hypnotizing view it once was. It was an eye sore to stare at now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jasey, thank you for your patience, I'm-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Gregorian. I remember. We met at the hospital, I've been waiting to hear back about Caitlin, how is she?&amp;rdquo; I interrupted, intrigued to see her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She's okay, she is in good care with a foster family for the time being,&amp;rdquo; she answered and took a seat across from me. Her files of paper and pen clutched on her lap gave my gut a whirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, Jasey, I am going to have to ask you a series of questions regarding Mr. Gaskarth and I need them answered honestly in return. This must be a tough time for you, I realize this, but my team and I are looking to get to the bottom of this as efficiently and quickly as possible. Are we on the same page?&amp;rdquo; Ms. Gregorian crossed her legs as if to show she was serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I guess...I can be honest when I say I have no idea what any of this could be about, and I'm trying my hardest not to have a panic attack. So ask away,&amp;rdquo; I blurted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How long have you known Mr. Gaskarth?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I've known Alex...my whole life. We grew up together. Our parents were friends at the time we were both born, lived across the street from one another. So since the day I was born,&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know this is a loaded question, but within that time from when you were childhood friends, were you in knowledge of any type abuse going on in the home? Mental, phys-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What? No, no, his family was practically my family too. There was never anything like that. If anything he was more of a spoiled brat,&amp;rdquo; I huffed at my own comment, not sure if it was appropriate or not. But what was she trying to get at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Have you ever felt..unsafe around him? At all worrying about his mental health? Any signs something might be wrong?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Gregorian, I don't know what you expect me to say. The answer is short. No, never,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You two are romantically involved, correct, he is your boyfriend?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, not in a relationship,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But you two are having a child together?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We have a friendship together, but thanks for your concern and slight judgment,&amp;rdquo; My sarcasm was slipping, and I didn't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You can be as difficult as you'd like Jace, but believe it or not I am only here to help,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Help me by never calling me that. My name is Jasey, and Ms. Rae is fine, but we are not friends, you do not know me, and you certainly do not know him,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ms. Rae, I do know that he is being charged with something very serious and not giving me the answers I need will only worsen this for him. So I suggest you sit back down and cooperate.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Without knowing it I was out of my seat and alerted two officers standing by the opening of the kitchen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He has been accused with a physical attack on a minor; child abuse basically,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He has never touched me, or anyone. He would never, and I mean never do that, why would he be accused of that?&amp;rdquo; I chugged down tears as I looked at her for answers. She was questioning me, but I needed the answers more than she ever would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because...Caitlin has been brave enough to come forward and confess that her abuser was Mr. Gaskarth during her time of residence here,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That's all a lie! We took her in when we didn't have to! She's my half sister, as much of a shock as that was to me, to all of us, I let her stay because I thought she'd be safe here, would be better off under our-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;-Well she wasn't I'm afraid...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don't understand at all. Alex met her once, and once only. He was on tour with his band majority of the time she was staying with Amelia and I. This is completely fabricated,&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ja- Ms.Rae, I've seen the evidence. Broken ribs, bruises all over...hand prints...Injuries she could not have possibly inflicted on herself, and they came from somewhere, someone. I'm sorry the news I brought to you couldn't have been better but as far as I'm concern there is no proof for either side to further present at the moment. This could have happened under your radar, I do not know, but it will be settled in court, and your future assistance will be needed through out this case. Please keep in touch if you have anymore questions or concerns,&amp;rdquo; Ms. Gregorian completed, stood up, and held out a small card with her contact information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Isn't my word good enough? Being his childhood friend, and mother of his child?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, I'm afraid not Ms. Rae,&amp;rdquo; her voice was low and apologetic. She slipped her card on the coffee table in front of me. I gave up, my head hit my hands in my lap. I didn't bother watching her leave. This wasn't happening. There was no way in hell. Why? Why here? Why now? And why...him? It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. And it was not true, how could Caitlin do this? Come into our lives and burn it down just like that. I sat thinking and not thinking. Sometimes just sitting, and no thinking. Because that's too much to ask for when I can barely breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; a whisper came through. I looked up finally, and it was dark. I couldn't see out the backyard doors now. I answered Aims with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, no, hey, hey,&amp;rdquo; she sat down the cup of something steaming she made for me on the table to sit down and hug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, we are going to fight this shit, look at me,&amp;rdquo; she coaxed, and I did, because she made me with her hand under my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We both know...we know this isn't right, and we are going to fix this. Whatever it takes. There has to be something we can do, and we will, I promise,&amp;rdquo; she held my numb arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She's right Jasey, we are all going to do whatever we can,&amp;rdquo; a male spoke out and I turned my head around Aims to see Rian, Zack, and Jack standing a few feet away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I made all the calls, I talked to our managers, the tour has been canceled. I told them it's a serious family matter, they understood. Weren't too happy, but they understood,&amp;rdquo; Rian confessed as he sat next to Aims and put a reassuring hand over mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks,&amp;rdquo; I said. I waited with nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who would have thought Alex would be the first to face jail time. I was sure it would have been me,&amp;rdquo; Jack chuckled. Everyone moaned with disapproval at the joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh come on! Just trying to lighten the mood,&amp;rdquo; he laughed heartily. He really was trying to mean well, and there was no point to making this even worse with tears and fears getting in the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, you're right Jack, you will be the first,&amp;rdquo; I spoke. I smiled for a second before it faded away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes! That's the spirit!&amp;rdquo; He rejoiced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fuck the man, we are breaking my brother out of that hell hole! Teach them a lesson..&amp;rdquo; Jack laughed. I laughed too. Maybe I don't give him enough credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay Jack, really, how?&amp;rdquo; Aims rolled her eyes and asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aims,&amp;rdquo; I softly calmed her down. She bugged her eyes at me, not hiding that she has never been too fond of Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think Caitlin's scared,&amp;rdquo; Zack chimed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She's trying to protect someone. Whoever did do this to her. Blaming Alex is her cover,&amp;rdquo; he sat down at one of the kitchen chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think you're right, she's a kid, she probably didn't know what else to do,&amp;rdquo; Rian agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;As much as that pisses me off, I think so too. And I think I know who did do it,&amp;rdquo; I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Who?&amp;rdquo; Everyone asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Her dad. Jared something. Think about it, she came all the way her with nothing but a picture in her hand, she was scared and didn't know who else to go to. Of course she wouldn't want to go to the authorities, Jared probably had her scared half to death to report him,&amp;rdquo; I explained. The room fell silent as we all put together the pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I believe that. Alex told me that guy was pretty psycho that day he tried to beat him up at the hospital. Drinking or drug problems, anger management issues maybe, who knows,&amp;rdquo; Rian said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So problem solved, let's rat the bastard out to the cops,&amp;rdquo; Jack suggested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Won't work,&amp;rdquo; I shook my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We don't have creditability, or proof that he did it. It will just turn into a hot mess of everyone pointing fingers at one another,&amp;rdquo; Aims added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, what now?&amp;rdquo; Zack asked. Everyone stared up at me, as if I knew how to solve this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, we need more evidence. They said they need more proof, we will give them proof,&amp;rdquo; I sighed. I sniffed away the remaining bits of tears and snot from crying. I wasn't going to let this defeat me, my friends, or my family. I shamelessly haven't put out much of an effort to get to know Alex's band mates and I felt guilty for it now, in this moment, where they dropped everything for him and I. Because they aren&amp;rsquo;t just his band mates, they're his best friends, his brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How do we do that?&amp;rdquo; Rian smiled at my new found attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We do what any detective would. We do our research. Just a bit more aggressive, up-close, and personal,&amp;rdquo; I smirked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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It&amp;rsquo;s that day again, the exact date from last year, the 2012 Vans Warped Tour. It&amp;rsquo;s going to be fun, though the skies look tempting to rain, but hey rain or shine. This year I&amp;rsquo;m not going my by myself though. Well not technically speaking. Amanda texts me at around 10A.M to tell me she&amp;rsquo;s in line, and the line is long. So I&amp;rsquo;m on my way downtown.
    
There are three lines going on when I get there. One is for the normal line, the second is a skip the line, &amp;amp; the third is to buy your tickets. I find the skip the line, line then, find out you actually have to buy a wristband for skip the line, well I&amp;rsquo;m cool and I don&amp;rsquo;t need to because they let me in all the same.
I buy a schedule, and I try to find Amanda, well that&amp;rsquo;s a challenge. I can&amp;rsquo;t even find out where I&amp;rsquo;m going. I end up in the wrong part of the &amp;ldquo;flats&amp;rdquo;. So I&amp;rsquo;m on a bit of a detour. We end up meeting at the I Heart Boobles tent. I bought myself a new I heart Boobles bracelet since I lost my other one. I like this one a lot. J From there I bought a pass to meet All Time Low at three, and then Pierce The Veils new CD so I could meet them at five. I was a happy camper. We just chilled around for a while buying merch and all. We stopped and her friend that she came with wanted to get food so we waited for her. We sat on a hill to rest for a little while. That&amp;rsquo;s when I got a text from Katie saying she was by the Kis Soul Stage so I met her over there, she was very easy to spot out wearing a dress, and she was there with her sister. It was so good to finally meet her, though it felt like I already had met her haha. &amp;nbsp;

   We watched the ending of Skinny Lister. They were very interesting. I mean very interesting, one guy was playing the cello, the lead singer looked like a man in drag but it was really a woman! We then moved out towards the acoustic basement tent, and just listened as we talked about people who were at Warped Tour. All Time Low played the Kia Rio Stage at 1:50 and so we made our way over, which wasn&amp;rsquo;t very far, unlike some of the other stages that would take you at least 15-20 minutes to walk to. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the best place for Warped this year.

  
It was the moment when they came on. I drifted away into the crowd, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t like this crowd. The girl in front of me complained I was hitting her with my elbows, but she was jumping on me. I just didn&amp;rsquo;t feel this crowd or the performance. They came out playing Get Down On Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me. Then they played Damned if I Do Ya (Damned if I Don&amp;rsquo;t) and that got the crowd going. They announced that they were planning a Canadian Tour for January for their new album that is coming out in the fall, exciting stuff! They also played Time Bomb, which I thought was nice since the song has a lot of meaning to me. They also played Weightless, which is so fun to hear live. Alex and Jack went around asking if we were pregnant from the last time they were in Toronto. He goes if not then BAM you are now. They played Jasey Rae as well, I love that song, I remember when they played that the first time I saw them at this amphitheatre. There was a lot of pollen that floated around that they kept getting in their faces. Alex goes &amp;ldquo;What is this stuff, I keep getting it in my mouth&amp;rdquo; Jack pipes in &amp;ldquo;Stop fucking ducks. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what is legal here but I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure its not fucking ducks!&amp;rdquo; They ended their set with Dear Maria, Count Me In, and a true All Time Low classic.&amp;nbsp; 

&amp;nbsp;I reunited with Katie after and we went to watch We The Kings at the Kia Soul Stage. I don&amp;rsquo;t know any of their songs other then Check Yes Juliet. It was fun though. I left half way through the set to go and see Yellowcard at the Acoustic Basement tent. Well I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see them at all; I was all the way at the back, so no pictures. I got a glimpse of Ryan Key though. They played Hang You Up that was the only song I knew the rest I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really hear or I didn&amp;rsquo;t know, but it was sosososo good! They should play more acoustic shows it was amazing.
  
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It was three then so I went to stand in the never-ending line to meet All Time Low. As I waited in line I saw Yellowcard walk through the crowds to put their gear away. I was like &amp;ldquo;oh hey&amp;rdquo;. It was a long line that felt like forever. It started to rain really big drops in line, but it would stop and go. I got to the table and it was pouring. I took a couple photos of Zach who was looking right at me. Jack was crazy. He was like &amp;ldquo;Hello Canadian Fans&amp;rdquo; I was like can I take a photo of you, and he made the craziest face LOL. Then I got told no photos at the table. So I walked down the table, but Jack was like &amp;ldquo;hey, wait&amp;rdquo; he wanted me to give him a high five LOL. Rian said nothing to me, he barely even looked at me, the same with Alex, but Zach said thanks and smiled.
&amp;nbsp;From there I went to get some pizza from Pizza Pizza. Well it was pouring by this time and I was completely soaked. I stood in line and I got to the front and they told me they weren&amp;rsquo;t selling anymore, just my luck. I ended up following everyone else to somewhere that was dry. We ended up going into the amphitheatre, since they weren&amp;rsquo;t using it, it was closed, but they opened it, and everything was shut down for an hour. It was pouring and hailing at one point, it got really cold. There were puddles up to my ankles and my sneakers got soaked, but after a while I didn&amp;rsquo;t care. I just wanted the show to continue. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t going the best so I wanted it to continue so it could get better. Well I can tell you it did.
  
&amp;nbsp;The show resumed at 5:00P.M and walked back to Pizza Pizza and waited in line, but the line I was in didn&amp;rsquo;t have any money in the till so I just left, I had to meet Pierce The Veil. They came out and I saw them as they cut through the line. It was awesome. This line moved faster. I got to the table and Mike was first then Tony, though I call him Perry since that&amp;rsquo;s his last name lol. They all asked me how I was and it was so awesome, they are so nice. I saw Jamie next, then Vic, ahhh I died lol. He asked me how I was, I was like great, how are you, he said good, and then he said thank you, I was like no thank you, and I just stood there for a few seconds then I smiled huge and gave him the thumbs up. He just laughed :D Ah it was such a perfect moment.
    
Then I went back to the Pizza Pizza, can you believe I did? I waited a whole hour for pizza! I missed Yellowcard because I was in line. I could hear them though, they played Ocean Avenue from what I could hear, and Five Becomes Four, the rest I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear from other bands playing. I was sad by that. I met people in line though, we talked about the really expensive food, 5.25 for a slice of pizza, they had paper I said they were better off eating it. Then another guy we talked about how long we were in line for. Crazy.
   I went and ate my pizza by myself watching Miss May I, and Of Mice &amp;amp; Men. After I found a spot in the back to watch Breathe Carolina, oh they were so good. I enjoyed their music so much, so dance-y! :D They were wearing Toronto Maple Leafs on their clothes I just laughed, a lot of bands do that when they come here, and I always wonder why? Or do they know that, that team isn&amp;rsquo;t the greatest haha. Jeffree Star crept in my photos, he photo bombed my photos haha.

   Then New Found Glory played over on the Kia Soul Stage and I moved closer to the Kia Rio Stage (these stages are right beside each other, and only one stage plays at a time). I watched, and listened to NFG, then it was time for the main event for me.
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Pierce The Veil! I was so close it was amazing. They came out and everyone exploded. They started with Besitos, thenThe Boy Who Could Fly, not one of my favourites but I love the lyrics. Then Bullet Proof love, it was so good, I loved singing every moment. They had to cut their set short because of the rain delay so they could only play a couple songs, it was very sad, they played King For A Day, I lost my shit, and I bounced off everyone around me. Kellin Quinn came out from Sleeping With Sirens and it was all that more crazy. It was very well done. They ended with Caraphernelia. It was so god as well. I wish it could have lasted longer. I screamed so hard I almost threw up. it was a good time.
    
I ended up meeting Katie again and we watched the ending of Bayside, then we watched a cover band, before You and Me at Six performed. I&amp;rsquo;ve never listened to You and Me at Six but they were so good. It was the perfect way to end the night.
&amp;nbsp;
   The sad thing about today's Warped Tour though was a girl at the age of 19 died of cardiac arrest during the Chelsea Grin set. I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to make it sad at the end because it was such a good day, but damn there&amp;rsquo;s no way around it you know? This is her tumblr page, the last thing she wrote gets you pretty shaken up over it. I hope she&amp;rsquo;s in a better place now, and at least she died having a great time!&amp;nbsp;
   
After saying goodbye I walked way too far to meet my dad, I ended up walking where all the tour buses were. I walked past Jack from ATL but he didn&amp;rsquo;t see me, I just smiled lol. I had to walk all the way back to meet my dad. It was a lot of walking. But overall it was a great another great year at Warped Tour. 
Full Gallery of All Time LowFull Gallery of Breathe Carolina&amp;nbsp;Full Gallery of Pierce The Veil&amp;nbsp;Full Gallery of Warped Tour Extras








  
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    <media:title><![CDATA[Round 2 of The Vans Warped Tour: What A Day.]]></media:title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s that day again, the exact date from last year, the 2012 Vans Warped Tour. It&amp;rsquo;s going to be fun, though the skies look tempting to rain, but hey rain or shine. This year I&amp;rsquo;m not going my by myself though. Well not technically speaking. &lt;a href=&quot;http://kobrakidd.buzznet.com/user/&quot;&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; texts me at around 10A.M to tell me she&amp;rsquo;s in line, and the line is long. So I&amp;rsquo;m on my way downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are three lines going on when I get there. One is for the normal line, the second is a skip the line, &amp;amp; the third is to buy your tickets. I find the skip the line, line then, find out you actually have to buy a wristband for skip the line, well I&amp;rsquo;m cool and I don&amp;rsquo;t need to because they let me in all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I buy a schedule, and I try to find Amanda, well that&amp;rsquo;s a challenge. I can&amp;rsquo;t even find out where I&amp;rsquo;m going. I end up in the wrong part of the &amp;ldquo;flats&amp;rdquo;. So I&amp;rsquo;m on a bit of a detour. We end up meeting at the I Heart Boobles tent. I bought myself a new I heart Boobles bracelet since I lost my other one. I like this one a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; From there I bought a pass to meet All Time Low at three, and then Pierce The Veils new CD so I could meet them at five. I was a happy camper. We just chilled around for a while buying merch and all. We stopped and her friend that she came with wanted to get food so we waited for her. We sat on a hill to rest for a little while. That&amp;rsquo;s when I got a text from &lt;a href=&quot;http://katiejrod.buzznet.com/&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; saying she was by the Kis Soul Stage so I met her over there, she was very easy to spot out wearing a dress, and she was there with her sister. It was so good to finally meet her, though it felt like I already had met her haha. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/3/6/orig-21056736.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;We watched the ending of Skinny Lister. They were very interesting. I mean very interesting, one guy was playing the cello, the lead singer looked like a man in drag but it was really a woman! We then moved out towards the acoustic basement tent, and just listened as we talked about people who were at Warped Tour. All Time Low played the Kia Rio Stage at 1:50 and so we made our way over, which wasn&amp;rsquo;t very far, unlike some of the other stages that would take you at least 15-20 minutes to walk to. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the best place for Warped this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/3/7/orig-21056737.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was the moment when they came on. I drifted away into the crowd, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t like this crowd. The girl in front of me complained I was hitting her with my elbows, but she was jumping on me. I just didn&amp;rsquo;t feel this crowd or the performance. They came out playing Get Down On Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me. Then they played Damned if I Do Ya (Damned if I Don&amp;rsquo;t) and that got the crowd going. They announced that they were planning a Canadian Tour for January for their new album that is coming out in the fall, exciting stuff! They also played Time Bomb, which I thought was nice since the song has a lot of meaning to me. They also played Weightless, which is so fun to hear live. Alex and Jack went around asking if we were pregnant from the last time they were in Toronto. He goes if not then BAM you are now. They played Jasey Rae as well, I love that song, I remember when they played that the first time I saw them at this amphitheatre. There was a lot of pollen that floated around that they kept getting in their faces. Alex goes &amp;ldquo;What is this stuff, I keep getting it in my mouth&amp;rdquo; Jack pipes in &amp;ldquo;Stop fucking ducks. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what is legal here but I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure its not fucking ducks!&amp;rdquo; They ended their set with Dear Maria, Count Me In, and a true All Time Low classic.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/3/8/orig-21056738.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I reunited with Katie after and we went to watch We The Kings at the Kia Soul Stage. I don&amp;rsquo;t know any of their songs other then Check Yes Juliet. It was fun though. I left half way through the set to go and see Yellowcard at the Acoustic Basement tent. Well I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see them at all; I was all the way at the back, so no pictures. I got a glimpse of Ryan Key though. They played Hang You Up that was the only song I knew the rest I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really hear or I didn&amp;rsquo;t know, but it was sosososo good! They should play more acoustic shows it was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
  
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was three then so I went to stand in the never-ending line to meet All Time Low. As I waited in line I saw Yellowcard walk through the crowds to put their gear away. I was like &amp;ldquo;oh hey&amp;rdquo;. It was a long line that felt like forever. It started to rain really big drops in line, but it would stop and go. I got to the table and it was pouring. I took a couple photos of Zach who was looking right at me. Jack was crazy. He was like &amp;ldquo;Hello Canadian Fans&amp;rdquo; I was like can I take a photo of you, and he made the craziest face LOL. Then I got told no photos at the table. So I walked down the table, but Jack was like &amp;ldquo;hey, wait&amp;rdquo; he wanted me to give him a high five LOL. Rian said nothing to me, he barely even looked at me, the same with Alex, but Zach said thanks and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/4/5/orig-21056745.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;From there I went to get some pizza from Pizza Pizza. Well it was pouring by this time and I was completely soaked. I stood in line and I got to the front and they told me they weren&amp;rsquo;t selling anymore, just my luck. I ended up following everyone else to somewhere that was dry. We ended up going into the amphitheatre, since they weren&amp;rsquo;t using it, it was closed, but they opened it, and everything was shut down for an hour. It was pouring and hailing at one point, it got really cold. There were puddles up to my ankles and my sneakers got soaked, but after a while I didn&amp;rsquo;t care. I just wanted the show to continue. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t going the best so I wanted it to continue so it could get better. Well I can tell you it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;The show resumed at 5:00P.M and walked back to Pizza Pizza and waited in line, but the line I was in didn&amp;rsquo;t have any money in the till so I just left, I had to meet Pierce The Veil. They came out and I saw them as they cut through the line. It was awesome. This line moved faster. I got to the table and Mike was first then Tony, though I call him Perry since that&amp;rsquo;s his last name lol. They all asked me how I was and it was so awesome, they are so nice. I saw Jamie next, then Vic, ahhh I died lol. He asked me how I was, I was like great, how are you, he said good, and then he said thank you, I was like no thank you, and I just stood there for a few seconds then I smiled huge and gave him the thumbs up. He just laughed :D Ah it was such a perfect moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I went back to the Pizza Pizza, can you believe I did? I waited a whole hour for pizza! I missed Yellowcard because I was in line. I could hear them though, they played Ocean Avenue from what I could hear, and Five Becomes Four, the rest I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear from other bands playing. I was sad by that. I met people in line though, we talked about the really expensive food, 5.25 for a slice of pizza, they had paper I said they were better off eating it. Then another guy we talked about how long we were in line for. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;I went and ate my pizza by myself watching Miss May I, and Of Mice &amp;amp; Men. After I found a spot in the back to watch Breathe Carolina, oh they were so good. I enjoyed their music so much, so dance-y! :D They were wearing Toronto Maple Leafs on their clothes I just laughed, a lot of bands do that when they come here, and I always wonder why? Or do they know that, that team isn&amp;rsquo;t the greatest haha. Jeffree Star crept in my photos, he photo bombed my photos haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/4/7/orig-21056747.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;Then New Found Glory played over on the Kia Soul Stage and I moved closer to the Kia Rio Stage (these stages are right beside each other, and only one stage plays at a time). I watched, and listened to NFG, then it was time for the main event for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/5/6/7/4/9/orig-21056749.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pierce The Veil! I was so close it was amazing. They came out and everyone exploded. They started with Besitos, thenThe Boy Who Could Fly, not one of my favourites but I love the lyrics. Then Bullet Proof love, it was so good, I loved singing every moment. They had to cut their set short because of the rain delay so they could only play a couple songs, it was very sad, they played King For A Day, I lost my shit, and I bounced off everyone around me. Kellin Quinn came out from Sleeping With Sirens and it was all that more crazy. It was very well done. They ended with Caraphernelia. It was so god as well. I wish it could have lasted longer. I screamed so hard I almost threw up. it was a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I ended up meeting Katie again and we watched the ending of Bayside, then we watched a cover band, before You and Me at Six performed. I&amp;rsquo;ve never listened to You and Me at Six but they were so good. It was the perfect way to end the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;The sad thing about today's Warped Tour though was a girl at the age of 19 died of cardiac arrest during the Chelsea Grin set. I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to make it sad at the end because it was such a good day, but damn there&amp;rsquo;s no way around it you know? This is her &lt;a href=&quot;http://tayloropoly.tumblr.com/post/27261948574/hey-guys-im-at-warped-in-toronto-today&quot;&gt;tumblr page&lt;/a&gt;, the last thing she wrote gets you pretty shaken up over it. I hope she&amp;rsquo;s in a better place now, and at least she died having a great time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;After saying goodbye I walked way too far to meet my dad, I ended up walking where all the tour buses were. I walked past Jack from ATL but he didn&amp;rsquo;t see me, I just smiled lol. I had to walk all the way back to meet my dad. It was a lot of walking. But overall it was a great another great year at Warped Tour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Full Gallery of &lt;a href=&quot;http://meghan93-alltimelowthevanswar.buzznet.com/user/photos/&quot;&gt;All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full Gallery of &lt;a href=&quot;http://meghan93-breathecarolinatheva.buzznet.com/user/photos/&quot;&gt;Breathe Carolina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Full Gallery of &lt;a href=&quot;http://meghan93-piercetheveilthevans.buzznet.com/user/photos/&quot;&gt;Pierce The Veil&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full Gallery of &lt;a href=&quot;http://meghan93-vanswarpedtour2012ex.buzznet.com/user/photos/&quot;&gt;Warped Tour Extras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <title><![CDATA[Hai~]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106284445/" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/icons/journal-large.png" border="0" alt="Hai" title="Hai" /></a><br />
So uhm, yeah, I know you all probably hate me because I have like 3 or 4 unfinished stories going right now that I left off at crucial parts while 20+ people were reading them but life just got the best of me. :(
BUT what I came back to say IS (and no bullshit this time) that I will be on a lot more frequently and posting at least one or two of the stories I left off.
At this point I'm really thinking about finishing Sunlight, Sunshine (The Maine fic) AND Fake It For Me (All Time Low fic). They were mine and, seemingly, your favorites.
SO I'm going to go and advertise to all of my old readers and try to find some newer ones because as other writers here know, it's hard to get motivated to post when all of your readers are gone. And then I'm going to begin.
I PROMISE this time. Starting RIGHT NOW!
XOXO, ALEXANDRA JOY
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    <dc:date>2012-07-08T04:35:40Z</dc:date>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So uhm, yeah, I know you all probably hate me because I have like 3 or 4 unfinished stories going right now that I left off at crucial parts while 20+ people were reading them but life just got the best of me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;BUT what I came back to say IS (and no bullshit this time) that I will be on a lot more frequently and posting at least one or two of the stories I left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;At this point I'm really thinking about finishing &lt;strong&gt;Sunlight, Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt; (The Maine fic) AND &lt;strong&gt;Fake It For Me&lt;/strong&gt; (All Time Low fic). They were mine and, seemingly, your favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;SO I'm going to go and advertise to all of my old readers and try to find some newer ones because as other writers here know, it's hard to get motivated to post when all of your readers are gone. And then I'm going to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I &lt;em&gt;PROMISE&lt;/em&gt; this time. Starting &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff99cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO, ALEXANDRA JOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title><![CDATA[Realizations: All Time Low and Life]]></title>
    <link>http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106258564/</link>
    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106258564/" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/icons/journal-large.png" border="0" alt="Realizations All Time Low and Life" title="Realizations All Time Low and Life" /></a><br />I haven't noticed until today how big of an impact that All Time Low has made on my life. There are so many ways that they've gotten me through hard times through life, from my father dying to my abusive boyfriend and even until today. I think it's a scary thing to realize how much a band means to you. It occured to me at school (which is where I am) while I was listening to the Straight To DVD album. I heard "Therapy", a song that has gotten me through so many hard times in my life and right then and there, I felt something that I feel like no one in the world could ever expierence. I started crying from the overwhelming feeling that came over me. It was euphoric, beautiful, and full of meaning. I wish that now, finally, All Time Low would know what they have done for me. I may just be one of their thousands of dedicated fans, but I wish I had a way of telling them that. Hopefully in Milwaukee on August 1st, I'll be able to give them a thank you letter, explaining the joy that they've brought to my every day life. I'm not sure if they'll accept it at the signing, and that's one thing I'm the most afraid of. I've seen them live almost nine times now and I still haven't gotten the pleasure of meeting them. I've "followed" them for the past.. wow, 6 years now. How incredible is that? I can't believe that one single band of four guys and an amazing crew can have such an impact on my every day life. When I start crying, I listen to them. When I need to calm down and be cheered up, I listen to them. When I just need a smile on my face, I listen to them. Whenever I'm in any of my millions of moods, I fucking listen to them like it's my last day on earth. I couldn't possibly go a day without them anymore - they have somehow formed me into who I am today. I have hope because of these four men, I have so much potential that I didn't notice, and so much more positivity. Thanks to their lyrics, I have a soundtrack that I can actually enjoy. What I truly want most is for Alex to write out a tattoo for me, possibly lyrics to "Therapy" because it's a song that's helped me the most. I just want to throw my arms around every one of those boys and give them the biggest hugs ever. They will never truly know how many times they have saved me from myself &amp;nbsp;- saved me from cutting, burning, purging, suicide attempts, etc. When I sat in hospitals I listened to All Time Low because it was getting me through those damn weeks. I have so much to thank them for that it's insane. This feeling just isn't leaving my body and I feel the need to cry more than I did earlier.
So, thank you, All Time Low. Thank you for absolutely everything you've done for me in the past six years of my wasted youth. I love you more than you'll ever know - you mean so much to a girl that you don't even know exists.]]></description>
    <dc:date>2012-06-28T09:58:36Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>xxshamelesxx</dc:creator> 
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    <media:title><![CDATA[Realizations: All Time Low and Life]]></media:title>
    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I haven't noticed until today how big of an impact that All Time Low has made on my life. There are so many ways that they've gotten me through hard times through life, from my father dying to my abusive boyfriend and even until today. I think it's a scary thing to realize how much a band means to you. It occured to me at school (which is where I am) while I was listening to the Straight To DVD album. I heard &quot;Therapy&quot;, a song that has gotten me through so many hard times in my life and right then and there, I felt something that I feel like no one in the world could ever expierence. I started crying from the overwhelming feeling that came over me. It was euphoric, beautiful, and full of meaning. I wish that now, finally, All Time Low would know what they have done for me. I may just be one of their thousands of dedicated fans, but I wish I had a way of telling them that. Hopefully in Milwaukee on August 1st, I'll be able to give them a thank you letter, explaining the joy that they've brought to my every day life. I'm not sure if they'll accept it at the signing, and that's one thing I'm the most afraid of. I've seen them live almost nine times now and I still haven't gotten the pleasure of meeting them. I've &quot;followed&quot; them for the past.. wow, 6 years now. How incredible is that? I can't believe that one single band of four guys and an amazing crew can have such an impact on my every day life. When I start crying, I listen to them. When I need to calm down and be cheered up, I listen to them. When I just need a smile on my face, I listen to them. Whenever I'm in any of my millions of moods, I fucking listen to them like it's my last day on earth. I couldn't possibly go a day without them anymore - they have somehow formed me into who I am today. I have hope because of these four men, I have so much potential that I didn't notice, and so much more positivity. Thanks to their lyrics, I have a soundtrack that I can actually enjoy. What I truly want most is for Alex to write out a tattoo for me, possibly lyrics to &quot;Therapy&quot; because it's a song that's helped me the most. I just want to throw my arms around every one of those boys and give them the biggest hugs ever. They will never truly know how many times they have saved me from myself &amp;nbsp;- saved me from cutting, burning, purging, suicide attempts, etc. When I sat in hospitals I listened to All Time Low because it was getting me through those damn weeks. I have so much to thank them for that it's insane. This feeling just isn't leaving my body and I feel the need to cry more than I did earlier.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, thank you, All Time Low. Thank you for absolutely everything you've done for me in the past six years of my wasted youth. I love you more than you'll ever know - you mean so much to a girl that you don't even know exists.&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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    <title><![CDATA[*COMING SOON*]]></title>
    <link>http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106226685/</link>
    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/journals/106226685/" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/3/6/7/7/1/large-21036771.jpg" border="0" alt="COMING SOON" title="COMING SOON" /></a><br />Hello all!&amp;nbsp;
This week I'll be posting:
ONESHOT: FEATURING JOSHAYLEY

a NEW chapter of HOMH :D&amp;nbsp;
I can repost the series if readers would like, but just to give you a refresher, here is a link&amp;nbsp;to the last chapter! (CANT BELIEVE THE LAST TIME I UPDATED THIS WAS AUGUST D:)


and should I go through with a rewrite of "Infinite"? Let me know in a comment below!]]></description>
    <dc:date>2012-06-17T20:30:33Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>30secondstopaija</dc:creator> 
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    <media:title><![CDATA[*COMING SOON*]]></media:title>
    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;Hello all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This week I'll be posting:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/3/6/7/6/9/orig-21036769.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONESHOT: FEATURING JOSHAYLEY&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/0/3/6/7/7/0/orig-21036770.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a NEW chapter of HOMH :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can repost the series if readers would like, but just to give you a refresher, here is a &lt;a href=&quot;http://30secondstopaija.buzznet.com/user/journal/12616401/half-heart-chapter-7/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the last chapter! (CANT BELIEVE THE LAST TIME I UPDATED THIS WAS AUGUST D:)&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;and should I go through with a rewrite of &quot;Infinite&quot;? Let me know in a comment below!&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Another lyrics from All Time Low's latest single, "The Reckless and The Brave"]]></title>
    <link>http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/photos/?id=106180022</link>
    <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.buzznet.com/groups/alltimelowfans/photos/?id=106180022" ><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/extremepinkysoda/default/another-lyrics-from-all-time-lows-latest-single--large-msg-133852718089.jpg" border="0" alt="Another lyrics from All Time Low's latest single The Reckless and The Brave" title="Another lyrics from All Time Low's latest single The Reckless and The Brave" /></a><br />Will be out in approximately 3 and a half hours.]]></description>
    <dc:date>2012-05-31T22:04:00Z</dc:date>
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    <media:title><![CDATA[Another lyrics from All Time Low's latest single, "The Reckless and The Brave"]]></media:title>
    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;Will be out in approximately 3 and a half hours.&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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