All Time Fangirl

A little flash-fiction on a fan-girl meeting Alex Gaskarth (All Time Low)

Terra's fangirl gazed locked upon the lustful god known as Alex Gaskarth. From his flippy brunette hair that was drenched in sweat from his last set, to the flawless pearl-white smile worn upon his sculpted face, all the way down to his magically legs in his tight, jet-black, American flag jeans, that when used to perform his famous guitar solo dance, causes everyone's ovaries to explode. And she was the lucky chick that got the privilege to go back stage and bask in his presence. She giddily runs up to him and squeals, "Ohmygosh! You're The Alex Gaskarth !"

"Umm, yeah that's me. How'd you even get back here?"

Terra pushed up her bra while explaining, "just with a little help from my friends."

Uh... we don't deal with crazed fangirls back here. SECURITY!"

"Wait! No! Alex I love you! Please don't do this to me!"