Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Harrison

"So, boys. Are you two twins?" asked the fake interviewer, looking at me and Harper. I felt weird, sitting in a dress shirt, bow tie, and suspenders. At least I was the only one not wearing skinny jeans, like everyone else. My hair, which was parted, and slicked back, looked neat compared to everyone's, who hadn't combed theirs.

"Uh, yeah. Harrison and I are twins," said Harper, throwing an arm around my shoulder. I faked a grin, while Harper bared all of his teeth, along with a few cavities to everyone.

"Tell me," started the interviewer, leaning forward. "Can you read each other's minds?" I looked at Harper as he looked at me.

"Gross, Harper," I said, whispering loudly.

"I know. Too old, right?" he said. Everyone started laughing, except for the interviewer, who was starting to look pissed off. She rolled her eyes, and looked at Nash, who sat in the center of us.

"Nash, in this band, is there a definitive leader?" she asked, squinting her eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Me. Without me, these guys would only be four suspender wearing losers," said Nash, awkwardly flipping his hair.

"I agree with that statement. With Nash, we're five suspender wearing losers," said Maddox, pretending to speak into a microphone.

"Don't forget the hair," said Matty. He was sitting furthest from the camera, and stretched his hand out of the audience view. I looked down the row nonchalantly, and watched as he ticked off the signal. As he reached one, the group of us threw our heads back, making our hair messier than ever.

"Ok, that was unexpected. Now, I have a question for all of you. Is your naturally that messy or do you use hair products to make it like that?"

"I don't know about these tossers, but mine hair is natural," said Matty, closing his eyes, and leaning into the camera. A fan blew into his face, making his hair wild.

"Er, so what would you say your musical style is?" asked the interviewer, feigning interest.

"Pop punk!"

"Rock!"

"Power pop!"

"Classical!" exclaimed Maddox, jumping out of his seat.

"Ok, let me simplify this. What would you describe your hit single Running From Lions as?"

"Pop punk as fuck!" yelled Harper, who burst into laughter. No one else laughed with him, so he simply let it subside into a fit of fake coughing.

"Smooth," said Nash sarcastically. He put an arm around me, and kissed me on the temple.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked, blinking rapidly.

"Hashtag Narrison," said Maddox, clapping.

"And this interview is over," said the lady, getting out of her chair.

"Boys, do you have anything to say to your fans?"

"Yes. We love you guys almost as much as we love ourselves," said Nash, who got out of his chair, and turned off the camera.