At 7 am I walked fully dressed in my favorite sweater and boots, since it was the end of November and really cold, down the stairs to the kitchen to get breakfast.
"What are you doing? Why are you up so early?" My mom asked, as if it wasn't normal that I'm up this early for school on a Thursday.
"Getting ready for school, duh." I said while pushing a piece of toast trough my throat. My mom looked like she said something she shouldn't have.
"Didn't Michael tell you?" She raised her eyebrows, looking confused. "I'm so sorry I thought he told you. You can go to his room and wake him up if you want."
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I knocked on his door three times. "Michael, are you awake?"
No response. I slowly opened the door. He hadn't moved or changed his position since I was in his room last night. I softly sat down on the side of his matress. Never thought I would ever have to wake up a sleepy Michael in my own house.
I softly placed my warm hand on his pale shoulder, which was shown off by his Greenday tank-top. "Michael, wake up." I whispered and shook his shoulder a bit.
"Go away." Is all he mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head. "Mikey, food's ready." I said now louder, because I knew he was awake. He immediatly sat straight up and ran downstairs. I walked behind him giggling. I need to remember that trick.
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"You didn't tell me why I'm skipping school?" Michael and I were now having breakfast: my mom's famous omelets.
"Oh yeah, sorry I just completely passed out last night. Freaking jet lag." He chuckled, taking another bite of the delicious egg pancake.
"Let's make this an official moment. Place your hand on your heart." He said and he did himself. "This is the second part of your present." He lowered his voice.
"Julia Anne Johansen, we-" "How do you know my middle name?" I rudely interrupted on purpose. "JULIA, I WAS GETTING OFFICIAL DON'T BREAK THAT!" Michael faked being mad.
"Okay, so Julia Anne Johansen, we as a band are taking you to Los Angeles, to come live with us for three months and help us write OUR NEW ALBUM!" He was so excited, he screamed the last part.
I laughed. "Yeah sure, now without jokes, what is it?" Why the hell would they do that. I've only posted two of my own written songs on YouTube.
"You better start packing, we're leaving tomorrow." He said in a serious tone, showing that it wasn't a joke.
"You're serious." I stated, more to myself than to him. "Yeah, I am. We all four are."
"You know, I never expected this kitten to be full of surprises." I giggled.
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After breakfast we ran excited upstairs to pack my bags. I really had no clue what to bring, probably my whole closet though, because three months is a pretty long time.
"I bought a suitcase for your guitar, so we can bring it with us. You'll need it." He winked at me. "By the way, I think you should let your friends and stuff know that you're leaving. Don't say it's because of us though, I don't want them to stalk us to the airport and stuff." He said with a monotone voice.
"I can't tell them? They'll hate me for lying to them!" I said, a bit frustrated.
"I'm sorry, babe, but once you have been stalked, you'll get it." He said, trying to make me understand why. Of course I get it and evertything, I just trust my friends and they don't deserve a lie thrown in their faces.
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We were packing all my clothes when Michael looked at me with a weird expression on his face.
"Julia, as much as I love girls wearing flowery tops and shit, this is way too much color! We can't be seen with that! We'll go shopping in LA." He said and he shook his haid.
I laughed. "Am I not punk rock enough for you, Michael Clifford?" I asked him, faking sad.
"Yes. I like your 5sos shirts though. And your All Time Low shirt, oh my god!" He said when he found it in my closet. You're wearing this tomorrow with black skinny's."
"When did you became so bossy, Clifford?" I smirked. Its kind of funny how fast we became so casual around each other. He's only been here for a day.
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"Char?" I called her. It rang two times before she picked her phone up.
"Hiyaa, are you okay? Why weren't you at school today? Have you been eating too much birthday cake?" I heard her chuckle.
"Ehm, no. I eh, My mom set me up for this weird project and I, erm, I am moving to Los Angeles for three months."
She stayed silent for a little. Shit, don't get sad, or ask questions. The silence freaked me out.
"Char? Please don't be mad, I only know about since today. And I-"
"When are you leaving?" She interrupted me.
"Tomorrow, so-"
"I'm coming over." She quickly said and hung up.
"Shit." I muttered out loud.
"What is it?" Michael looked up from his phone.
"Charlotte is coming over. I can't stop her. I think you should lock yourself in the guest room again." I said and I kinda pushed him upstairs.
"Is all your shit out of the living room?" And I quickly checked everything.
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HIYAAAAA
SHES KINDA HOT CAME OUT TODAY IM DEAD LOL THIS WAS POSTED BY MY GHOST CUZ IM NOT ALIVE ANYMORE SOS FUCK CALUMS PART IM NOT OKAY
ALSO THE HEY VIOLET EP CAME OUT AND IM IN HEAVEN IT WAS A GREAT DAYFOR THE MUSIC INDUSTRY
IM SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT IM ON A PLANE AND MY THUMBS HURT
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im watching glee on the plane lmao
IM GOING TO CALIFORNIA
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Banding // 5sos
FanfictionIf you had the chance to change your life forever, with no way back, would you do it? Julia is a normal 14 year-old girl from the Netherlands. She loves singing and playing the guitar and piano. She has a couple fans on YouTube and her channel gets...
