"That dress looks super hot on you. Did I tell you that already?" Mike asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Only about three times." I shrugged. "You look hot all the time, so. . ."
"It's time to go on stage!" Vic yelled.
Mike bent down and kissed my lips. "I'll see you in a little bit."
Instantly I was surrounded. All Time Low and I were backstage at the guys' show in San Diego. "Spill it, Charley." Alex demanded.
I sighed. "What do you want to know?"
"What don't we want to know?" Rian asked.
"I guess we're like, a thing." I shrugged.
"That's all you can tell us. Like a thing." Jack said.
"You guys are like old ladies." I rolled my eyes.
"Is it official?" Alex asked.
"Not really." I said.
"Why the hell not?" He asked. "Don't you want it to be?"
I glared at him. "Why are you being so pushy?"
"Do you like Mike?" He asked.
"That rhymed. Of course I do, idiot." I said.
"You gotta jump him." Jack said. "It'll work, promise."
"Can you guys please stop giving me advise on my sex life? It's weird." I said.
"Charley babe, how long have you known me?" Alex asked.
I thought for a second. "How old am I? Twenty six. Right. So. . . six years."
"That was a rare look into Charley Carlile." Alex rolled his eyes. "Exactly. So you're one of my best friends. Yeah?"
"Sure, sure. What's the point of this story?" I asked.
"So grow a pair and make. A. Move." He said.
"Isn't the guy supposed to do that though?" I asked.
"Boys, don't we want little Mike and Charley babies?" Alex asked. Jack, Rian, and Zack nodded. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. I have been and always shall be your friend. Live long and prosper." Alex said with a knowing, cocky smile.
"No!" I cried, backing away from them. "Alex, god damn it!"
"You know it's true, Charley!" He replied.
"You can't do that to me!" I yelled. "You just can't go there!"
"Woah. What did you say to Charley?" Vic asked. Was the show over already? I continued backing up, glaring at Alex, until Mike caught me.
"I needed Charley to do something very important for me, and so I-"
"HE QUOTED SPOCK'S LAST WORDS!" I yelled. "I swear to God, I'm going to cut you."
"What's the big deal about Spock?" Jaime asked.
"I'm going to cut you next." I glared at him. "Spock? Star Trek? Half human, half Vulcan? Captain Kirk's best friend? Come on, guys. Spock."
"If I let you go, you have to promise you won't cut anyone." Mike said warily.
"I hate you. I hate him." I said without taking my eyes off of Alex, who was still smirking. "I swear I'm going to come over there and wipe that look off your face and then-"
"Let's take a walk." Mike interrupted me. I followed him outside. "You're cute when you're mad, you know."
"You think? I can't believe he did that." I muttered.
"What did he want you to do?" Mike asked.
"They wanted to know about us and so Jack asked if we were a thing and I said not a thing thing and then Alex told me to make the first move and I said no that gives me anxiety and then he said that we were his otp and I have no idea what that means and then he quoted Spock's dying words and then I started thinking about capital murder." I said quickly.
Mike did the strangest thing; he laughed. "Really?"
"Yes, really." I said shortly.
"Okay, let's settle it so you can be guilt-free about kicking his ass. Charley, do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked, still chortling.
"Of course I do." I said without skipping a beat.
He squeezed my hand. "So it's all good then."
I leaned my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around mine. "You make me so happy."
"I like making you happy." He smiled. "It's cold out here, isn't it? Let's go get them. I think we're leaving soon anyways."
We walked back inside and met the crew. "Hey, Charley, I hope you live long and-"
"Hey, Alex, how about a cup of, uh, shut the fuck up?" I asked, throwing a paper cup at him.
"Very clever, Charley. Very clever. Did you plant the bomb?" He asked.
"I did. And if you ever quote Spock in any vulgar manner again, I'll kick your ass, Gaskarth." Mike replied.
Alex raised his eyebrows. "I guess it doesn't matter who planted the bomb, as long as no one defuses the bomb. You know what I'm saying?"
I rolled my eyes. "Isn't it time to leave?"
"Me and Charley are out of here." Mike agreed. He drove me home and only said one thing before I left. "Charley, I'm really glad I met you."