An Alan Ashby Fanfiction

Everything was so fucking heavy. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and continued to drag out the equipment onto the stage. Alan laughed at me as I groaned while pulling Tino’s drum equipment onto the stage.
“Victoria, please, this is a man’s job, let a man do it” He laughed.
“Ok, so do you want to call a man to help us or shall I?” I giggled as Alan pulled a look of hurt on his face and held his hand over his heart.
“I am offended.” He held a serious face for about ten seconds before collapsing into laughter.
As we finished getting the band’s equipment onto the stage, a few music techs came over to help set everything up and make sure everything was working properly. All that was left was the two microphones needed for Austin and Aaron.
“Come on Alan, help me get the micro phon-” I was cut off mid sentence as Alan lifted me over his shoulder. His hand was in between my thighs, holding me in place as I stared at the backs of his legs and pushed my hands against his back to push myself up.
“Alan! What are you doing??” I shrieked
“What? I’m getting the equipment” Although I couldn’t see Alan’s face I could tell that he was smirking.
Alan grabbed the two microphones in one hand and dragged them onto the stage, leaving them for the music techs to set up. Alan carried me to behind the stage where there was nothing but grass and a fence a few miles down to prevent people from sneaking in to the concert.
“Alan put me down!” I couldn’t hide the laughter in my voice.
“Nope.” Came the response.
“Alaaaaaaaan” I whined. “Pleeeeaaasseeeee?”

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