Phrases Left On Paper [Alex Gaskarth] Ch. 1

"I'm not his fucking girlfriend! I'm his cousin!" I yelled at the person as I whirled around to face them.
I looked at the guy standing infront of me. He had the most interesting hair, but it kind of reminded me of a skunk.
"Harsh your mellow, dude." He said raising his hands in surrender to me.
I growled as a response and began to walk back towards the bus.
"Where are you going?!" I heard Shaant yell from behind me.
The only response I gave him was the middle finger as I continued my walk back.
"BITCH!" he screamed across the lot.
I smiled and kept walking. That idiot seriously thought it would still bother me when he called me that. It did bother me, when we were around twelve. Now, I'm use to being called a bitch, because basically, I don't take crap from anyone. Ever.

Shaant's POV

"Your cousin looks like she has a charming personality." Jack stated. I noted the hint of sarcasm.
I just laughed.
"She is quite firey. Better keep here away from the guys from other bands, they'll like a challenge like her." he tried to warn.
Once again, I laughed at what he said. "I don't think we have to worry about Kaylee and the guys here. She barely wants to be around this place, so I'm guessing she is going to spend most of her time on the bus or at the table. Not at the parties."
Jack just shrugged. "Your set's going to start in about fifteen minutes you know."
My eyes widened at what he said. "I've got to go. If you see Kaylee, which I doubt you will, tell her I'm going to go on now."
He nodded. "Go!"

Kaylee's POV
I walked around, looking at all the guys standing around.
I was taking everything in when some stupid fuck up of a kid spilt a blue slushy on my favorite My Chemical Romance shirt.
"For fucks sake! This place is my new hell hole!" I yelled, aggrivated about not only the stupid blue shit that was drying on my shirt, but the fact that stuff like this was probably going to happen a lot to me now. Seeing as how I'm stuck here for the next two months.
"Sorry!" the boy squeaked, staring at me in fear.
I growled at him and he ran away.
"You know, that kid's not going to want to come back to Warped Tour ever again if he get's treated like that while he is here." a voice said from behind me.
I whipped around to find who I was talking to. "Does it look like I care? The kid just dumped his beverage on me!" I defended.
"It matters to me." he said irritated.
"Oh yeah? And who the hell are you?" I questioned, begining to get annoyed with this guy.
He smirked at me. "I'm Alex, lead singer of All Time Low. Now, before you start freaking out on me I must warn-"
"I have no idea who the hell you are." I cut him off.
His smirk was wiped off his face. "Do you know my band?"
I shook my head 'no' at him. "I don't know any band here really. I'm just here because my cousin forced me into being his merch girl all summer." I tried to explain.
He tilted his head to the side a little. It was really cute. But, I mentally slapped myself for thinking that. "Who's your cousin?"
"Uhmm Shaant Hacikyan. He sings in Cute is What We Aim For." I explained.
His eyes widened slightly. "So, you're his cousin then?"
I rolled my eyes at him. This kid really must have been as smart as a ton of bricks. "I just said that genius."
He wrinkled his eyebrows at me. "You know, girls don't usually treat me like this when they first meet me. They usually want to kiss my ass."
"Eww" I grimaced. "You look like you have diseases."
He frowned even more at me. "You're kinda bitchy aren't you?" he asked.
I was shocked from his honest reply to me. At the same time, it made me want to slap him. "And you're an arrogant asshole." I snapped.
"Did I hit a soft spot there sweetheart?" he questioned smiling.
"My name is not sweetheart, and even if it was you wouldn't be allowed to call me that." I seethed.
"Well tell me your real name and I won't have to resort to calling you pet names, although, I kind of like calling you them." he said.
"You'll get my name when I am able to verify that you aren't some freaky serial killer or some shit like that." I told him, crossing my arms over my newly slushy soaked shirt.
"Whatever you say doll." he smirked before walking away from me.
I huffed at his pet name and began to make my way in the direction I thought the bus was.