Fix My Little Heart (Alex Gaskarth)

Fix My Little Heart (Alex Gaskarth)

Okay, so this story is also on my Wattpad account: TeamEmmettXD

I decided to also post it here.

Well, here it is, my Alex Gaskarth love story.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I rounded the corner, clutching my books to my chest. I was late for history, not a good thing. I stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw in front of me. My boyfriend, Cory, was sucking face with another girl. No, not just another girl, my so-called best friend Rachel. I felt my heart shatter as the pulled away, finally noticing me. Cory’s eyes widened as he pushed Rachel off of him. I gave them both hate filled glares and then ran off.

“Bell wait babe!” Cory yelled, running after me. Bell. From now ‘til the rest of my life, I hate that nickname, I want to be called by my full name, Arabelle, NOT Bell. Cory nicknamed me Bell; Cory just broke my heart.

I kept running until I was running out of the school into the student parking lot. I got to my car, and jumped in. I drove off, not caring about how much trouble I’ll get into for skipping the rest of the school day. I hate him, I hate her. I trusted them, they threw that away. I can’t believe that Cory would cheat on me, I can’t believe it was Rachel he cheated on me with. Rachel. The girl I had been best friend’s with since elementary school. And Cory, we’d been dating for a few years now. I started to wonder how long those two had been lying to me, going behind my back and doing god knows what.
Tears finally started to stream down my face, blurring my vision.

-Three Years Later-

I quickly put the headphones to my Ipod in my niece Jaylyn’s ears. I turned the Ipod on and she began to sing along to whatever song was playing. I was trying to drown out the swearing and yelling that was coming from the other room. Jaylyn didn’t need to listen to any of that. I sighed and stood up. I walked over to my bedroom door and exited the room, closing the door behind me.

“PUT THEM DOWN!” Sam, my roommate/best friend, screeched at her boyfriend, well I guess now ex-boyfriend, Rick.
He had CDs in his hands, most likely Sam’s. I watched as Rick snapped the CDs in half. A strange noise came out of Sam; it sounded angry and sad. She was shaking and pulling at her hair.

“Get the hell out of here Rick, now.” I said calmly, approaching him. Okay, I’m not really the swearing type of person, but I was angry, and when I’m angry I will curse. He hesitated, looking over at the door. “NOW!” I yelled, loosing all calmness. He glared at me, but then left, slamming the door behind him. I turned toward Sam; she was standing in the same spot, her hair covering her face. I bent down and picked up the broken CDs. These were her favorite CDs; All Time Low and Fall Out Boy CDs, her two most favorite bands.

“I hate him.” Sam whispered, finally moving. I tossed the ruined CDs onto the coffee table, then pulled Sam into my arms, giving her a hug.

“Love fvcking sucks.” She groaned. “I know, trust me, I know.” I said, hugging her tighter.

* * *

“Jaylyn! Wake up! It’s your last day of preschool!” I said, shaking her. She woke up, shooting me a smile, I laughed,

I quickly helped her get dressed, then went to the kitchen to wake her some breakfast. Jaylyn came into the kitchen, and as if on que her tummy growled, she giggled. She sat at the table, and I set her plate of pancakes down in front of her, she eagerly began to eat.
Sam staggered into the kitchen; her black blue streaked hair a mess, makeup from yesterday smeared all over her face. She was obviously still getting over Rick. I felt bad for her, and I knew exactly how she felt. She’d been going out with Rick for about a year, and yesterday morning she found out he was cheating on her, so yesterday afternoon she confronted him and that obviously didn’t end well.

“Want some pancakes?” I asked her, she shook her head and went straight to the coffee maker. She poured herself a cup then added sugar and milk.

“I’m ready!” Jaylyn announced, I laughed. “C’mon then.” I told her, taking her hand. “I’ll be back later!” I called to Sam “Whatever! Have fun on your last day Jay!” she yelled to Jaylyn.
We walked out of the apartment to my car. I opened the back door, then helped Jaylyn get into her car seat. I went around the car, then got in the driver’s seat.
I drove to the school, then dropped her off. I had two hours to go get Sam’s birthday present and to go see my sister before I needed to pick Jaylyn up.
I decided to go to see my sister Sarah first.

I pulled into her driveway and stepped out of the car. As I walked up to the front door, I immediately could hear screaming coming from inside, I said, and turned around, going back to my car. I got in and started it, quickly driving off. I was not going to go there in the middle of one of their fights…this is why I took Jaylyn in. All her parents seem to do is scream and curse. It’s not a good environment for the kid, and she deserved better than that.

I walked into the music store, it seemed…deserted. There was someone working at the register, and then one other person, who looked to be deciding between two different CDs. I walked over to the register and asked the girl working their where the All Time Low CDs were, she looked at me boredly and pointed to the back of the store. “Well you’re a big help.” I muttered walking away.
I headed to the back and started my search. After a few minutes of looking through CDs, I spotted a familiar looking cover. I picked up the CD and grinned. All Time Low’s Nothing Personal. There were two more CDs…but I wasn’t sure what they were called.
I looked around a little longer and found them, All Time Low’s So Wrong It’s Right and Put Up Or Shut Up. I figured I’d get Sam these three CDs for her birthday, since Rick broke hers…and because she seemed to like All Time Low better than Fall Out Boy.

I smiled, as the only All Time Low song I knew played threw the speakers around the store. Softly, I sang along because this was my favorite song.

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past
Two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs
She led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling
I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling
I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be

I'm not coming back
(Forgive me)
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak
(I'm not calling, I'm not calling)
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt
(You're driving me crazy)
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world
From so many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head

I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home

I sighed as the song finished and then headed back over to the register to checkout. I looked down at the CDs, looking at the track listings on the back. Because I wasn’t paying attention, I ran right into someone, the CDs falling from my hands. “Sorry!” I said, at the same time the person I ran into.
It was a guy; he looked to be around my age. He also looked like the kind of guy Sam would be into. He was tall, well taller than I was, and slim. His hair was brown, and sticking out messily from his black beanie, but it looked kinda cute. His round dark brown eyes starred down at me for a minute, then disappeared as he bent down and grabbed my CDs for me. I realized he looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t figure out how.

“I’m so sorr-“ he stopped, looking at the CDs. He glanced up at me nervously, then back at the CDs.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” I reassured him. He stood up, and handed me the CDs. He gave me one last weird look before I took them.
“Is something wrong?” I asked him, confused.

“No…” he trailed off, then changed the subject. “So, All Time Low?” he asked, I laughed.
“They aren’t for me, they are for my friend. She’s a huge All Time Low fan, so I’m getting her all their CDs for her birthday, which is next week.” I said, he smirked.

“If your friend is such a huge All Time Low fan, wouldn’t she already have the CDs?” he asked

“She did…but let’s just say, they kinda got destroyed, and now she doesn’t have them anymore.” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, that’s too bad…guess it’s a good thing she has a friend like you.” He smiled, I smiled back. “Yeah, I guess. I think she’ll really appreciate me getting them for her. And I think I’m going to give them to her early, she’s having a rough time right now and this could cheer her up.” I said, wait, why was I telling him all this anyway? I don’t really think he cares.

“You know what would cheer her up even more?” he asked, another smile forming on his face.


“If she got backstage passes to o- I mean, their concert tonight.” He said with a small grin.

“That probably would, she’d be ecstatic.” I agreed, then wondered why he brought that up…

“I could…help you with that.” He said nonchalantly. My jaw almost dropped.

“Really?” I asked, he nodded. Oh god, what was the catch? “How?” I pressed, starring him down, he smiled.

“Pshh, I’m Alex Gaskarth.” He said, as if that made sense.

“Yeah, and I’m Arabelle Zorey.” I mocked, waiting for him to give me a reasonable answer, but I think this was just some big joke to him.

~Alex’s POV~

I walked down the crowded street, bored, looking for something to do. It was starting to get a little humid out, and I felt like getting out of the heat.
I headed into some music store quickly. It was air conditioned too, nice.

The place was pretty empty, there were 3 other people in here other than me, and one person was checking out. I walked around, looking around. Not sure exactly why I came here, I don’t need a CD, or anything else they have to sell here. I walked up and down the isles, looking at the different album covers and titles. There was an unfamiliar song playing, but it ended and Remembering Sunday started up. It was kinda weird…listening to myself singing. And it was recorded of course, making it sound slightly different then my own sound.
I noticed a girl near the back of the store. She was thin and had brown hair. Her back was facing me, and I was too far away to see her clearly. My feet started moving, leading me to towards the girl.
For some reason, I had the urge to see what her face looked like, was she hot or was she ugly?

As I got closer, I could hear her soft voice, singing along to Remembering Sunday. Sh!t…was she a fan? If she was, was she a crazy obsessed one? I hope not. I should probably get out of here. But now, my feet wouldn’t move.
As I stood there, I realized how nice of a voice this girl had, even though I couldn’t really hear it that well because she was singing too quietly.
I listened to her sing the rest of the song, until it finally ended. I watched her turn around and gasped. She was…gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful, almost perfect. No…in my mind, she was perfect. She started walking, the curls in her hair bouncing as she went. She had a slight tan, one that didn’t look very intentional either. I turned and grabbed a random CD as she came closer towards me. I turned again, putting the CD back, only to run right into the girl.
“Sorry!” we said at the same time, her CDs had flown out of her hands, so I bent down to pick them up for her. I froze, grabbing the CDs, All Time Low CDs to be exact…yeah, I definitely think she’s a fan. I glanced up at her nervously, but her face didn’t show any signs of recognition, maybe she just discovered us.

~Arabelle’s POV~

“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I’m the lead singer of All Time Low.” Alex said finally, I think my jaw dropped.

“Now way.” I said, shocked.

He laughed. “Way.”

And then, I’m not sure how, but it hit me. I need to pick Jaylyn up.

“Crap!” I muttered, Alex looked at me confused.

“I have to go pick my niece up from pre-school.” I explained, he nodded in understanding.

“Here,” I paused, grabbing a pen from my purse.

I grabbed Alex’s non-tattooed arm and wrote my cell number on it.

“Get back to me on those backstage passes.” I smirked, he grinned.

“I will,” he promised.

I smiled at him quickly “It was nice meeting you, maybe I’ll talk to you later.” I said, he nodded “Bye.” He said, I waved then quickly headed over to the register to buy the CDs.

I drove to the preschool anxiously. Sam was going to be really happy about this…I just hope this Gaskarth guy really was the lead singer of All Time Low.
I picked Jaylyn up, then drove back home as she told me about her day.

I pushed the door to our apartment open and screamo music was blaring from the stereo speakers in the living room. Jaylyn threw her hands over her ears; I went over and turned the music off. Sam was asleep on the couch, how I will never know.

Jaylyn went to her room to go play, and I snuck into Sam’s room. There were probably a million posters plastered to Sam’s bedroom wall. I knew for a fact she had a few All Time Low posters, I just needed to find- ah ha!
There he was, Alex, on the poster, good he wasn’t lying to me…


All right, so there’s chapter one of my Alex Gaskarth story! Please comment telling me what you think so far, and if I should continue!

BY THE WAY! I couldn’t find where Alex currently lives exactly, so in this story he lives in Baltimore Maryland with Rian. Which they actually did at one point, and maybe they still do, I’m not sure. So sorry if I got that wrong…


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