Chances

One

My brother, Michael Clifford, from the band 5SOS, has been gone for months. Today, I am meeting him and the guys at the airport to welcome them home!

"Mickey!" I scream when I see him. I run into his arms. I haven't seen Michael since he left to record his new hit "She's Kind of Hot".

"Liv, you know I hate it when you call me 'Mickey'. I'm not a mouse. Don't make me call you your embarrassing name." He threatens.

"Don't you fucking dare." I say.

"Don't make me, then."

"But, Mickey! It works so well with my American accent." When I was six, my mother moved us out to Australia. She thought the foreign country might actually help my ability to learn. Several months after our moving, she got sick. She passed when I was seven. I was in the orphanage for maybe, like, three weeks before Karen and Daryl, my new parents whom I adore, adopted me.

"It's so weird having a sister who is American." Michael says.

"It's so weird being in a country that whenever I speak people are like, 'fucking foreigner'." I say the last part in an Australian accent.

"True, true." Mickey giggles.

"So, where are the guys?"

"Right here!" They scream. They jump from behind a wall in the airport. That's when I felt my fucking heart pounding like crazy. I scream at the top of my lungs and jump on Michael.

"What the fuck, guys?" I yell. I just got scared shitless.

"Just wanted to surprise you." Calum laughs.

"You guys are assholes." I say and pull them into a hug. They may be assholes, but I still love them. Michael is only a year older than me, and so are most of the guys. Ash is two years older than me, and to be completely honest, he is more of an older brother to me than Mickey is.

"I missed you, Liv." Luke says. He pats my back.

"I missed you more, Livi!" Ashton shouts.

"You're a liar, Ash! I missed her more than you guys!" Cal pipes in.

"Calm your junk, guys. You can all miss me. And no matter how hard you fight, Mikey missed me more than all of you!" I run to Mickey.

"Suck on it, bitches!" Michael yells. "She chose me, haha!" He gloats.

"With that attitude I might chose one of the losers." I say. I look at the boys and they have fake offended looks on. "Whoops. Did I say that out loud?" I joke. Michael is dying to my right, but is trying not to laugh.

"You're going to pay for that." Ashton says. He has a look in his eye that worries me.

"Oh no." The second those words leave my mouth, Ashton darts toward me. Oh, fuck. I run for my life away from the boy with "blonde" locks. I am screwed as a popsicle in Summer.

I usually run pretty fast for a girl who is only 5'2. But Ashton has long ass legs.

I probably make it to about 75 feet away from where we were when I am lifted off the ground.