OOC. Edward is the lead singer of All Time Low, just so you don't get confused.
I'm no Stephenie Meyer.
"Mom chill out." I groaned into the phone as she continued to tell me all of the way to be safe while I was on the tour. Like I didn't know: Not to put my drink down and come back for it later at a party, don't go anywhere alone, and of course don't do drugs. Seriously I'm not an idiot.
"Don't you tell me to chill out Isabella Swan. You're nineteen you're lucking I'm even letting you go on that tour."
I laughed. "Mom you said no, dad said yes."
"Well I know that."
"And I'm just selling merch and it's not like I'm going to be alone I have to stay on the bus with the band and you know that I'll be safe."
"But I don't know the band."
I giggled as I walked through the airport towards the baggage claim. "I don't either mom don't worry. It's your brothers fault for getting me the job and not introducing me to the band before flying me out here to start the tour. But let's be serious he's not going to let something bad happen to me. He already gave me rules."
"And they are?"
"One, no going to parties. He's insane if he thinks I'll listen to that. Two, no doing drugs. Well no shit on that one. And then he just repeated those two in different ways to make sure I understood them."
My mom sighed. "So how are you getting to where ever you're going?"
"Mom I'm going to be a big girl get my bad and take a cab to the venue so I can get to the bus and put my stuff and meet the band." I stood in front of the conveyer and waited for my bag to come off of it. Yeah a tour that lasted all summer and I'd managed to get enough clothes into one bag, it was a huge fucking thing but that wasn't the point. There was a bunch of noise coming from behind me and I slowly turned.
"Mom I'll call you back."
I hung up my cell and looked at the guys that were standing in the middle of the baggage claim yelling my name. People were starting to stare and I slowly raised my hand. "I'm right here." One hit the other and pointed at me before they walked over to me. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah we were told to come get you." He smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'm Edward and this is Jack."
"Bella Swan. We were yelling for you before." Edward laughed and looked at the bags that started coming around the belt. "So which ones yours?"
I turned away from him and Jack and looked at the bags as they drifted past me. Finally spotting my bag I reached out for it but Jack grabbed it first and pulled it off the belt. "Oh thanks."
Jack laughed as the bag fell off the belt. "Holy shit, what do you have in there?"
"Clothes, shoes, make-up, you know stuff like that. I am a girl you know."
"No fucking way!" Edward put his hand on his chest. "You're a girl?"
I nodded. "Yes, yes I am." I reached down and grabbed my bag with both hands while still trying to keep my backpack in the middle of my back. A hand reached out and grabbed the strap in-between my hands and pulled it away from me. Looking up I saw Edward sling it over his shoulder and incline his head.
"Let's get out of here."
"Alright." I followed the two of them out of the airport and to the fan that they had waiting.
Jack turned around from the passenger seat to look at me. "So tell me something about you."
Edward laughed. "Age?"
"I don't know I have a few favorites. My Chemical romance, Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, and well lets be serious I'm an All Time Low fan."
Jack whooped. "Of course you are."
"What?" I laughed and leaned forward in the car to look at Edward. "Did you really just ask what my bra size is?"
Edward nodded. "Well you were answering everything else I just thought that maybe you'd answer that too."
"You thought wrong." I leaned back in the car and looked out the window. "That would be like me asking you-" I cut myself off and laughed a little.
"Well babe if you really want to know, you can find out."
Laughing I put my hands on Jacks shoulders. "Hate to tell you Edward but I agree with Jack on that one. Sorry."
"Oh you'll change your mind everyone does."