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Molly's POV

The wait for Saturday was already killing me, even though I only just bought the tickets. I know it was weird, a 19 year old girl being obsessed with a band, but there was just something about 5 Seconds of Summer that made them different. Their songs gave me goosebumps, and their goofy personalities made me all happy inside. 

I didn't understand why Sabrina didn't like them, because she was more like them then she thought. She had the exact same music taste as them, her personality matched theirs perfectly, she was basically a girl version of all 4 of them mashed into one...if that makes any sense whatsoever. 

I hoped that the concert would make Bree realise that liking 5SOS wasn't such a bad thing. Although, I have dibs on Calum, forever and always. Bitch.

I fell down on my bed, opened my laptop and began scrolling through Facebook. Like always, nothing interesting was going on. Melbourne is a beautiful place, except I lived on the outskirts of it, so nothing interesting ever happened.

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'So I'm guessing you're taking Sabrina with you?' my dad asked. I'd been telling him about the fucking amazing day I'd had -obviously without using that language-

I replied 'Well obviously, but I don't think she really wants to go..'

'Don't worry, sweetheart. She's your best friend, she'll love it because you love it. See how that works?' he had a smug look on his face

'Yeah I get you. But if you're wrong then you have to make me bacon sandwiches every morning for a week' I grinned

He shook my hand 'You're on'

I went back up to my room and stared at my CD signed by Ashton. Maybe Sabrina was right..maybe I was overly obsessed. 

No.

She was just as obsessed with Green Day as I am with 5SOS, she just obsesses in a different way. I love Bree loads, she's my best friend. But sometimes I wonder how, because we are two completely different people. They say that opposites attract, but I thought that only works with couples.

UGH WHY IS BEING A TEENAGER SO GODDAMN COMPLICATED?!

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Sabrina's POV

Fletcher and I ended up having a movie night, although every now and again he'd say Ashton's name and give me a 'fangirl' look to wind me up. I was beginning to regret telling him.

The front door opened and a slam against the floor echoed into the living room. I ran towards the door and saw my mum laying face down against it.

'Oh my god, mum! Are you okay?!' you could hear the worry in my voice.

'Yeah Sam, I'm fine' she mumbled

She did not just call me Sam, again. My mum had a habit of not getting my name right when she was drunk.

'Mum get up, you need to go to bed'

She pushed me off of her 'Get off of me Sally, I'm fine'

'Sabrina' I coughed

'Whatever. Just get me some water, will you Susan?'

'Already on it, mumma bear' Fletcher walked in and handed her a glass of water and a Paracetamol. Even though my mum loved us both, and I knew that; Fletcher was always her favourite child. It never bothered me, because I know that happens in life, it just pissed me off that I always helped her with everything; yet he got all the credit. 

Fletcher wrapped his arm around my shoulder -boyfriend style- which made very uncomfortable 'Don't worry sis, she loves you really' he grinned.

'Oh shut up, prick' I snapped as I pulled out of his grip and stomped back up to my room. Being under appreciated really fucking sucked. 

****

'Look at that. I mean look at that. Ashton Irwin is standing right next to me' Molly had been texting me for hours about the events of yesterday -technically it happened yesterday because it was now like 3am. Yeah I'm one of those people-

'Yeah, I see it. I took the blooming picture, remember that?'

'Oh yeah, I forgot. I still don't get why you said no to his autograph'

'Because I don't like him or stupid his band'

'So? He's famous and he's hot. That's more than enough reason to want it'

'Maybe to you'

'Weirdo. You better not be this grumpy at the concert Bree'

'I'll try my best, miss'

I locked my phone and plugged it in to charge. What the hell have I got myself into? If I made Molly go to a Green Day concert she'd hate it, but she clearly didn't see this situation from my point of view. 

I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but it just wasn't happening. I tried counting backwards from 100, counting my breaths, counting sheep, and everything else you count to get to sleep; but I clearly wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon.

Despite the fact that I hated him and his band, for some reason Ashton was all I could think about.

I wonder if he thought about me too...

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DUN DUN DUNNNNN. Bet you weren't expecting that, were ya?

This is short-ish ik please don't kill me, they're gon' get long donut worryyyyy

SKH IS PROBS THE MOST AMAZING SONG I'VE EVER HEARD BTW LOL SOZ NOT SOZ

OH AND FLETCHER IS GETTING ON MY NERVES BUT HES JUST SO UGH IDEK WHAT TO THINK. And like Sabrina needs to get a grip bc she's going to a 5sos concert like who wouldn't be happy about that?

It's gonna get hella dramatic soon so hold on to your socks kiddies. 

I'm getting really into this story and its only been 3 chapters and therES SO MUCH MORE COMING UGH I'M JUST SO EXCITED I CANT EVEN

I LOVE YOU ALL AS MUCH AS LUKE LOVES FOOD

Grace x