GASKARTH, alex

[alex gaskarth]

ALEXANDER WILLIAM GASKARTH

LET'S GET STARTED, YO.
...the basics, the beginning, yadda yadda.

FULL NAME • • Alexander William Gaskarth.
NICKNAME(S) • • Alex, le Gaskarth, gkarth, the list goes on
GENDER • • male
AGE • • twenty-one
BIRTHDAY • • December 14, 1987
SEXUALITY • • Straight.
BAND & POSITION • • Lead singer & guitarist for All Time Low

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, HMM?
...tell us about the person behind the character.

YOUR NAME/ALIAS • • avaaaa.
AGE • • 18, yo.
RP EXPERIENCE • • 4 years
KEYWORD • • lulz.
RP SAMPLE • • is it sad that this is actually a normal post >_> yeahshutup,ilovebeingjack+thispostandyouknowyoudotoo.

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AND ALL I CAN
THINK ABOUT IS SEX ,
and playing one more game of six cup in the backyard at the wedge.



I KNOW I'LL NEVER DIE ALONE
because of all of you!

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It was the twenty-first of April. Nothing special, right? WRONG. Their dearest Zack was finally legal, finally the moneyshot age of twenty-one -- which made Jack laugh for real as he made the dumb joke of "OMG Zack you're 21 on the 21st!" Yeah, typical Jack. Either way, he had gotten a text message from his bandmate earlier, telling him that there'd be a party at his house that night and to invite people via text or else. Of course Jack jumped on that chance, not just because he knew Zack could easily kick his ass but also to invite whoever he wanted. It was basically in his control, and he grinned as he went through all the contacts in his phone. Of course, he invited the usual people that made up their crew and such, and other people from other bands they had toured with like the guys from FTSK and The Maine if they felt like coming out or were in the area. When he got up to all the names that began with a J, he stared. Right after John Ohh's information came Juliet's, and he decided to send her a funny yet creeptastic text message inviting her (no, not even inviting her, he was TELLING her) to come over later on. Even as he made a joke that Zack was her boyfriend, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Whatever, he'd see what would happen tonight.

Soon after he finished sending out his texts to whoever he could, Jack fell backwards against the bed of Zack's guest room, the one that he'd been occupying for a bit since they'd been down in Los Angeles. Closing his eyes, his phone rested against his chest, covered by his hands that held them as he lay there, thinking and checking the screen whenever the Blackberry buzzed. Damn this thing, why were Blackberries so addicting? He blamed Zack for this, he got him to buy one. Speaking of buying, Zack was also trying to convince him to go get his own place around here -- and with the circumstances that wouldn't really be revealed because they were frankly obvious, Jack was really considering it...but he was just kind of really lazy at the moment. Besides, living with Zack was pretty fun, even if he was always paranoid that he'd break something. He wasn't THAT much of a klutz, was he? Messing up his hair, Jack sat up again and let his phone plop down from its place on his chest to the soft mattress of the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and staring at himself in the mirror for a good long thirty seconds before taking his shirt off. Oh, he got so self-conscious whenever Juliet was going to be around. The water was lukewarm, just how he liked it. His showers were always pretty short at fifteen minutes at the most -- the time consuming part was getting dressed and fixing up his hair. Oh well, he still had a lot of time before anyone started to arrive to Zack's, unless they were gonna pregame, which was always fun as shit.

After stepping out of the shower, Jack was now standing in the middle of the room in just his towel like he didn't know where he was before moving to the dresser. Dropping the towel onto the floor, he slipped into black boxers and a pair of his black fitted jeans -- calling them skinny jeans made them sound gayer than they were on him. Being shirtless was soon fixed as he pulled a white t-shirt over his head and adjusted it over his chest, and Jack couldn't help but snort at his appearance in the mirror. It was one of his designs for GK, the shirt that had various expressions of his fucking face on it -- what better place to wear it than with a bunch of people that were going to be shitfaced later? He'd give anyone ten bucks if they realized that it was him all over that shirt. What a narcissist he was, but not. The sound of the blowdrier was louder in the silent room than he could've thought it usually was, and after ten minutes of holding the damn thing up to his head, his hair was finally tame and dry. But he wasn't even done yet -- the straightener was finally heated, and Jack went to work on his precious hair. Juliet seemed to be in love with his hair more than the rest of him...he wondered why girls liked guy hair so much. "Goddammit," he muttered, almost burning his finger by accident as he pulled the straightener through the back part of his hair, the most annoying and difficult part. How girls did this so perfectly he had no clue, there must have been some sort of skill you had if you had two X chromosomes. Usually he was pretty patient, but today was not his day -- HE HAD TO LOOK AWESOME. Not for the occasion of his friend's 21st, but for Juliet, of course.

Feeling lazy, he stepped into the pair of black Hurley flip-flops he had bought a week ago just because this was California, and as he cleaned up his clothes and whatever other mess he made in the guest room he could hear voices outside, echoing in the living room and radiating through the hallway. Alex was obviously the loud one, and whoever he was talking to -- oh god, Juliet must be there too, since Jack managed to hear something about being excited to see him naked. Yeah, Jules was definitely there. Clipping his keyring on the back rung of his jeans (it was a habit, even if he really wasn't going anywhere), Jack checked himself one more time in the mirror and ventured out into the living room, the door to his room shutting behind him rather loudly. "HOLD UP, WHO'S EXCITED TO SEE ME NAKED?!" A cheeky grin was on his face as he played it all off, loudly in his usual Jack-mannerisms, and once he emerged into view he made a beeline for the fridge, but not before making a stupid face at Alex. "Where the fuck have you been all day, you loser?" he asked, his hand grabbing one of the bottles of Guinness that was left over from the last party they had here. Using the bottle opener to pop the cap, he tossed it into the trash and took a long sip as he closed the door to the fridge. He blew a raspberry at Allie, whom had just come in as he emerged from behind the open refridgerator door. "ALLISON ALLISON ALLISON." Yeah, he was fucking annoying. "Are you gonna finally cuddle with Alex tonight? He's been super duper lonely, wink wink, nudge nudge!" And he actually winked and made a nudging gesture, for more effect.

Another swig of the beer later, Jack was savoring the taste of the lager as he walked over to Zack on the couch, plopping down next to him and putting his free arm around him. "Two months, bitch, then we're totally going bar hopping," he remarked, referring to his own 21st birthday while staring at the label on the bottle. Crossing one long leg over his other, Jack finally made eye contact with Juliet, and he raised his bottle of beer in his delayed greeting towards her in addition to smiling and winking at her. "Someone's lookin' reeaaaaaally foxy today!" It sounded so creepy yet funny when it came from him, but seriously, she was so hot, god -- she tortured him a lot of the time without even being aware of doing it. He just wanted to like...no, we weren't even gonna go there, either. Jack would have plenty of time to be close with her later...it was just a little weird to flirt or say anything when they were just in front of Zack and Alex, not even counting Allie who would bust his chops about anything and everything on top of the almost-well-known fact that maybe Jack had a crush on Jules. Jack turned back to Zack, taking another swig from the bottle and now clasping his hand on one of Zack's shoulders. "Boyyyy, I am going to get you wasted and laid tonight. That's my present. There's no waaaaaay I'll let you stay sober or sexually unsatisfied on your 21st, 'cause you're fuckin' Zack Merrick. Who wouldn't want the birthday boy?" Okay, he was probably going to get punched in the arm for that but hey, Jack thought it was hilarious. "I texted maaaad peepz, so this party should be kickass AND you should get mad presents. We shouuuuld get on our way to the land of happy drunk fun early though...!" It was never too early to start drinking, but it was always too late for him to stop his habit of drawing out words and making them longer just to be annoying.

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[/b][/color] :: done!
TAGGING :: ATL + partygoers
WORD COUNT :: 1503, DON'T KILL ME D: (lolz rhyme)
LYRICS FROM :: let it roll by all time low
NOTES :: last 2 paragraphs okay D< sorry. I'M GOOD AT MAKING STUFF UP OUT OF NOTHING.[/size][/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote]