Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


12. Disinvite or Die

When Tuesday finally did come around, I was both excited and worried. Alex mentioned something about skipping school, which was a big step for me; you probably know by now that I was the goody-goody at school, and that I never put a toe out of line.


It was 8am, and I'd just woken up. My school was cool as in it didn't start until 10am. Plenty of time to get ready, with a decent few hours of sleep.


The plan was that I get ready and "leave for school", then me and Alex would hang around the back of the shop round the corner for half an hour until I was certain that my Mom had left for work. I hoped with all my heart that this didn't fail; but there was nothing I wouldn't risk to be with Alex Gaskarth. (Oh god, I sound cheesy, but its true!)


I propped myself up on my elbows and took the net out of my hair. You see, the previous night I'd straightened it, and if I'd just had it down or in my usual plait then that'd have been all for nothing. I shook my hair free, laughing slightly as a veil of hair blocked my line of vision; this was the happiest morning I'd had in a long time.


I swung my legs out of bed, and took a deep, cleansing breath. I was really doing this. I was really going to cut school.


I picked out an outfit that Mom had bought me when we went shopping the other week. I'd told her that I'd wanted some new clothes, and she'd been so thrilled that she'd splashed out rather a lot of money on me. The outfit consisted of a blue, navy and red Abercrombie checked shirt worn loosely over a black vest top, and some cheap (but nicely fitting) dark denim skinny jeans I'd bought in Forever 21 on my bottom half. I hadn't bought any new shoes, so my red converse would have to do.


As for hair and makeup, I wore my hair down on one side so it would cover the scars on my neck; it was a good replacement for my usual hoodie. I had a lot of natural highlights in my hair that I rarely showed in my usual ponytail, and in the summer light I thought that they looked pretty nice.


I'd slapped on a little mascara and eyeliner, along with the only lipgloss I owned; a cheap NYC nude one that Gemma had convinced me to buy when we went shopping at the mall one time. Wearing it reminded me of her, and how much I missed how she used to be.


I grabbed my little black purse and popped in some stuff like my cell and some money for whilst we were gone. After my Mom had left for work, we were going back to my house to chill in my room for a while. Alex's aunt Bella was pretty okay with Alex bunking school; she didn't believe in scholarly education, and preferred to teach Alex life lessons herself. (Why can't all people be like that?)


I practically skipped down the stairs to the landing, where my brothers John and Michael were playing with our dog, Nana. We all loved our dog. She was big and grey with age, but she had a motherly instinct about her and was as soft as butter. She greeted me by giving me a slobbery lick on my hand.


"Hey Nana! Who's my special girl?" I cooed, and she barked excitedly.


In some ways, our dog understood what us three had been through more than any therapist or psychiatrist ever could. Our dad hadn't like Nana either. When dad had lived with us, Nana had lived outside in her kennel, day and night, sun and rain.


I patted each of my brothers on the head a little, then ruffled Michaels hair.

"Be good boys, okay?" I smiled and tiptoed out of the door. "BYE MOM!" I yelled.

"Have a nice day!" My mom called from the kitchen loftily.


I swung my purse in my hands a little as I walked down the street. I looked around hesitantly when I heard laughing from the other side of the street; and saw Gemma and some cheerleader types walking on the other side of the road. I quickly hid behind the bus shelter and listened to their conversation as they walked past.

"...she's such a loser in person." Gemma said, and one cheerleader giggled. "Always wearing hoodies, hiding her pathetic past. That's what she is though! She's pathetic." Gemma giggled with the others.


I didn't have to wait any longer to know who she was talking about. She was talking about; me.


I waited until I knew they were gone and continued walking. Wow, what a way to ruin my good mood, Gemma, I thought miserably - but all of my misery disappeared when Alex came into view, sitting on the steps next to the store, cigarette in his mouth, two bottles of WKD in his hands. (Is it just me, or is he ALWAYS smoking whenever I see him?)


"Wendehh!" he yelled, running up to me. I sighed and laughed.

"Alexxx!" I yelled back. We hugged for a couple seconds, and I realised he smelt really nice; sure, there was a hint of tobacco on him, but he smelt of some kind of really good cologne; Lynx, maybe?


I sat down with him on the steps to see he had a whole Wal-Mart carrier bag filled with goodies by his side. I felt uncomfortable sitting on those blue rusting steps, but I didn't dare say anything to Alex.


"So how've you been? With band practice and stuff." I smiled, and he looked up at me slowly.

"Its... okay. Band practice is good, at least. As for the... the lost - well yeah. That sucks."

"Why don't you leave them then?" I asked, as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"Its not so simple." he sighed, "The Lost Boys isn't a thing you can leave easily. They either disinvite you, or... you get stabbed."

"What if you try to leave?"

He looked at me incredulously. "Um, I get stabbed?"


I face palmed at my own stupidity, and he laughed nervously and removed my hand from my face, sending electric currents coursing over my skin like waves breaking on the shore. I glanced at my watch.


"We can... we can go back to mine now." I whispered.

* * *


When we got back to my house, I was relieved to find my mother was indeed gone. I put my key into the lock, and turned it slowly, then we went straight to my room.


"Lovin' the house." Alex said sarcastically as we walked into my room. I punched his arm lightly.

"Shut up." I said, and collapsed onto my bed. He did too, making himself comfortable propped up against my pillows. "You have a habit of making yourself at home, you know."

"I know." He smiled that cheeky boyish grin I loved so much.

"What's in the bag?"


It turned out he'd bought some red wine, two small bottles of WKD, a pack of cigarettes, some popcorn and nacho's with dip. I rolled my eyes at the alcohol.

"Lets try not to get too drunk, 'kay?" I smiled, and he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I felt his hot breath on my skin as he said,


* * *


That day, we watched Peter Pan, drank, ate popcorn, drank, and drank. We also "hooked up" as Alex would say; and it wasn't what I'd initially thought. All we did was kiss really. But then something bad happened.


My hair fell behind my shoulder, exposing my scars.

"How the fuck did you get those?" Alex exhaled, looking at my neck with pure horror.

* * *

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