Banding // 5sos

9 - Goodbyes and snowballfights

The doorbell rang and Michael quickly ran upstairs to hide. Charlotte only hung up two minutes ago - I knew she was fast, but that fast? - I opened the door and I felt the cold November air tickling my warm skin.

"Hi Char, I'm so sorr-" When I saw who was at the door I stopped my sentence. Emma was standing in front of me, with red cheeks from the cold wheater.

"Emma, what are you doing here?" I said, in a soft calm tone. It's not that I didn't want to see her; her timing was just terrible, since Charlotte, who was probably a bit frustrated, could arrive any time soon.

"You weren't at school today, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She smiled. She was still standing outside and I saw a shiver rolling over her skin.

"Do you wanna come in?" I didn't want to invite her in but I felt bad. She nodded and stepped inside.

"I think it's gonna snow tonight. The sky is grey as fuck." She chuckled as she took off her thick, stuffed, black coat and casually threw it onto the floor.  walked to the living room. I wanted to walk with her but the doorbell rang again. Charlotte. As soon as I unlocked the door she stormed in and gave me a hug.

"Shit, I'm gonna miss this." She murmured into my shoulder. It will be weird that we're not going to be seeing each other everyday.

"I'm gonna miss you too. But there's skype and we can call and stuff. Three months will pass by in a second." We we're still hugging at this point.

"What's going on?" Emma walked out of the living room up to us. "Why so sad?"

"I'm leaving for three months tomorrow." I told her with a straight face. Sure, I was going to tell her, just rather not like this. Charlotte and I pulled out of the hug and now Emma attacked me with one.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She started sniffing. Great, now we're all almost crying.

We pulled apart and went to the living room, to talk about why and what exactly was the reason of my sudden move-out.

"Okay, so yesterd-" I was interrupted by I loud bang coming from upstairs.

"What was that?" Emma asked, standing up. "It sounded like someone fell, I thought you were home alone?"

"Erm no, Dylan is upstairs, he'll be alright." I said and quickly changed the subject. "My mom told me yesterday that I'm moving for three months to LA to make and write music with some people, it's like some sort of summercamp, but then in winter. She said it was great because winterbreak starts soon and I won't miss too much of school."

"So you'll be totally gone for three months to write music with some high music freak dipshits?" Charlotte spoke up.

"Pretty much." I looked down to the floor, spotting Michael's boots lying half under the couch. Shit. "I even got a new guitar to use there." I said pointing to my new guitar, which was standing in the corner of the room, to distract them while I shove the shoes under the couch.

"Oh my god, it's so pretty!" They gasped. I chuckled. "That's exactly what I thought."

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The girls were now gone and Emma was right; while they were here it had started snowing outside.

"Michael, let's go outside and play in the snow!" I yelled. He was still upstairs, so I needed to make sure he'd hear me. He came running downstairs and I threw him one of my father's old winter jackets; he had only brought his leather jacket here with him.

"I have never played in snow to be honest. It never snows in Sydney." He told me. "I've seen Frozen though." He giggled. "Julia?"

"Yes?" I answered while putting on my own jacket. "Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaaaan?" He sang and I threw a pair of gloves at him. "Dork."

We ran outside and the snowing was getting heavier. "Oh my god, it's cold!" He screamed. Luckily, I lived in a very quiet neighborhood, so no one would notice Michael.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something cold thrown in my neck. I shivered as the cold ice water seeped in my shirt, and turned around to see a smirking Michael.

"You're so dead." I grabbed a handful of snow and ran at him, but he ran away. "You'll never get me!"

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Michael and I walked back in the house, both super cold and soaking wet.

"I so won that fight." He said and shivered, trying not show his shiver. "Ha, you wish. I definitely won that." I unzipped my jacket and hung it up, so it could dry.

"I'm gonna change out of these cold clothes, you should too." I said and he nodded. "Yeah, and we kinda have to go to bed early, our plane flies off at 5 am so we have to get up early."

I nodded and walked to my room to get changed into my pajamas, which existed of some sweats and an XL Nasa shirt (you know the one I mean) When I was in America with family I went to Target to look for the same shirt as Calum has. I must say, it's a very comfortable shirt.

I walked downstairs again and found Michael sitting in the kitchen smirking, dressed in my pink bathrobe. I snapped a picture of it. I'll probably need that in the future sometime.

"Hey, super sexy bathrobe you're wearing there!" I said and smirked. "Thanks. By the way, I think I have seen that shirt before on someone else." I felt my cheeks turn red. "Oh shut up! You're the one in the pink bathrobe here!"

We drank some hot chocolate and decided to go to bed.

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