disconnected ➸ [l.h]

two

Alex came exactly at seven and dragged me out of the house. She had to drag me out the house because I wouldn't come out. "Why are you making me go?" I really didn't want to go and she knew that, yet, she is still making me go. I much rather be sleeping or even doing my homework. "Because they could be good." Alex smiled, looking over from driving. "Or they could be terrible, and I will cry because they stink." Way to be encouraging, Jesse! "Just fix . Your part is fucked up." Gee, thanks Alex. Your opinion means so much to me. By the time I fix my hair, we're already at the park.

Don't panic, Jesse. He can't notice just you out of all the people that should be there.

I look out the window. Sure enough, there was basically everyone from school. I sigh, getting out of the car. I close the door behind me fixing my shirt. "Ready?" Alex asked smiling. No. I fake a smile and nod following her towards the stage that was made probably just for tonight. "Are you ready for 5 Seconds Of Summer!?!" Followed right after was screaming. We followed the screaming and started in the back of the crowd. Luke was in the middle of the stage with a guitar. On the sides of him were two more people with guitars then the drummer in the back. "Aye, so this is our most recent song, Out Of My Limit." Luke said into the mic.

Back in high school,
we used to take it slow.
Red lipstick, high heel stilettos.
Had a job downtown working the servo.
Had me waiting in line couldn't even let go.

They were good. I was hoping they were going to be bad. Alex seemed to like them; she likes every band, except a few.

You're just a little bit out of my limit.
It's been two years now, you haven't even seen the best of me.
And in my now I've been over this a thousand times.
And it's over.
Let's start over.

Alex looked over at me, "What?" I shrug. "It's been two years. I'm seeing something here." she laughed. I roll my eyes, "I'm sure it's just for the song. It's his fault anyways." He said it, not me. "Sure."

/Luke's POV\

"Let's start over." After finishing the first song I was all pumped up. I loved doing shows even if it was just for the school. I held the mic in my left hand looking out at the crowd. Kenzie was in the first row; next to her were her friends. Kenzie was talking to her friends on the phone on the drive over here. I heard her say something about inviting Jesse and her friend Alex, but I know they probably won't come.

But I was wrong.

The one thing I was able to tell it was Jesse, the Nirvana shirt. I know that shirt, that one shirt. Sure, there are tons of shirts just like that, but no one at school has one. But Jesse does. She is the only other one, besides me, in the school that listens to Nirvana. In fact, I'm the one that got her that shirt.

I shake my head. I need to forget about her. I ruined the friendship. "So, uh, the next one is called Try Hard." Calum wrote this one. Kenzie believes otherwise, no matter how many times I told her. She thinks I wrote it, she thinks I wrote all of them. I only help; I haven't been able to write a song in a long time. I lost inspiration.

I'll never write a song about Kenzie. Ever.

/Jesse's POV\

"Can we go now?" I think they preformed half their set and I couldn't just stand there and pretend to love this. I do admit, I love Luke's voice, but I had to keep it to myself. If I told Alex she would tease me, if I told Kenzie that would be the end of me, and I definitely can't tell Luke. "Why? They only did four songs." Alex obviously loves the band already. I took her to an All Time Low concert once. And, well, she left in the middle of the third song.