Kids in the Dark •5SOS PUNK AU• {COMPLETED}

~6~

Skylar's POV

The noise makers had proven successful in getting the attention of my roommate and cousin, Becca.

"Hey, Bec, we were invited to a birthday party and I want to go! Do you wanna go?" I asked one day as we were watching Pitch Perfect for the twelfth (HUNDREDTH) time.

"Whose is it?" She asked, her eyes still glued to the screen as she bit her pizza.

"I don't really know, this strange boy our age who had piercings and tattoos asked me to go. They have Ariana Grande playing," I pulled a puppy dog face. "Please let us go."

"Puppy dog faces don't work on me," she said nonchalantly. "I'm cold hearted (A/N:She's cold hearted, yeah, cold hearted, yeah-sorry for the Jack and Jack reference) and I'm stubborn. Those don't mix. But when they do, they created me and made me incorruptible."

"Plllllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeee?!?!?! The guy's name is Michael, he's turning nineteen. Please, let's go to it! We hardly have people talking to us because of our dyed hair, piercings, and tattoos! We could finally have a chance to meet a celebrity and get new friends! Please, Becca," I whined. She groaned. "Beckyyyy, c'mon, Becky."

"Shut up," she breathed.

"Oh, my God, Becky, you little sl-" I started talking in an obnoxious voice.

"Don't finish that sentence."

"Becky, you disguising little sh-"

"SKYLAR, IT IS JUST LIKE THAT TIME I WANTED TO LISTEN TO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AND YOU WANTED ME TO LISTEN TO SHAWN MENDES! AGAIN, NO!" She snapped.

"Becky, that was important," I sassed.

"You're so annoying," she moaned as she fell back against the couch and slapped the palm of her hand to her forehead.

"Becky, I'm not gonna stop till you say yes to the dress," I told her strictly, placing my hands on my hips. She rolled her eyes.

"If I say yes, will you shut up?"

"Rodger that, sir," I said firmly and saluted.

~End of Ariana's performance~

After all of Ariana's songs, she congratulated Michael on being nineteen and sang him happy birthday, which we all joined in. I noticed Becca was by the snack bar standing beside a boy with a quiff, a lip ring, and some tattoos. I can't lie, he was attractive, with his abnormally electric blue eyes that pierced anything he looked at. But I was more interested in the reverse skunk-lilac colored haired boy who turned nineteen. That's my age. After singing happy birthday and leaving the stage, Ariana gave Michael a hug, picture, and autograph. He looked like an adorable, dyed kitten with piercings trying to be a lion. My heart's rate quickened. My breath hitched. I don't why, but I then felt a pang of sickness and anger and sadness at the same time when I watched Ariana kiss his cheek and then he kissed her cheek. Was it...jealousy? I've never felt it that strong and emotional before. It was like my heart yearned to be in Ariana's place. I then noticed I was staring. Ariana walked away, leaving Michael alone. Then, three boys ran up to him and did boyish things like ruffling his hair, punching him in the shoulder, that kind of playful guy stuff. Two I recognized. One was the one Becca was standing by and chatting a bit with. The other was the one who invited me. He then looked in the crowd. He found me, nudged Michael, and pointed at me. I blushed when his bright green eyes caught mine. I looked down and shuffled my feet. I then felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to find that kid who invited me. I think his name was Ashton. He grinned. I then saw Michael's green eyes. I looked at all his features thoroughly and realized how familiar he was, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Skylar?" He asked as he smirked. I was completely oblivious to the shock and question in his voice. I nodded. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I saw his smirk falter a little. The three other boys snickered at this, but Ashton looked a little sad and nervous. I then gasped. I did know who Michael was.

~FLASHBACK~

Being a seven year old (going on eight) I was walking around the park. I then noticed a blonde haired boy around nine or ten. He looked over at me and grinned. He walked to me and greeted me.

"I'm Michael. Michael Clifford. And when I grow up, I wanna be a rock star. I'm only nine though," I giggled as he said that.

"I'm Skylar. Skylar Rosewood and I'm turning eight soon. I don't know what I wanna do when I grow up, but I once saw a lady on a movie and she danced on a pole. I think I want to do that!"

Michael giggled. We became ultimate best friends. Until we moved away from each other.

~FLASHBACK OVER~

Now, my Mikey was here. With me.

"I do remember you!" I said as I threw my arms around his neck and he spun me around. The three boys and Becca (who decided to finally show up) coughed awkwardly.

"Well, Skylar, I'm glad you had a little reunion with a friend, but I think we should leave," she turned to the guys. "Thanks for inviting us, but we must go, goodbye!" She pushed me away from my bestest friend just like my parents did when I was little.