Chapter 1: Her name is Noelle but he hasn't had a dream about her
SHE knew she had heard that name before. She didn't exactly know the band, she just knew she'd seen their name on some article she was reading on Sugarscape.
And then, she remembered. 5 Seconds of Summer was the band that her stepsister was obsessed with. She hadn't been interested in the band, she thought they looked like an old school, more punk rock version of One Direction.
Kylie, her thirteen year old stepsister, was addicted to them. Kylie even told her about them, but she only remembered of a cute, blonde guy named Ashley or something like that.
"I've heard of them. I just haven't checked out their music." She said to her best friend, playing a few strings on her guitar.
Amanda has been her friend for about two years, which may have seemed short but they just bonded really quickly when they met.
When Noelle moved to L. A., they met at a party hosted by an Australian youtuber, who was friends with both of the girls.
"For a moment, I thought you lived in a cave." Amanda joked, picking two dresses out of the closet. "Which one?"
Noelle stared at the dresses. One of them was black with a low cut and the other one was bright red, short and revealing. They both looked too provocative, in her opinion. "The black one," she decided. "Tell me about this dude. How'd you meet him?"
As soon as the words left her mouth the door bell rang. "Shit, that's him."
Setting her guitar on the bed, she assured her best friend, "I'll go downstairs, you just do your thing."
By "doing her thing", she meant that Amanda had to get dressed, curl her hair, and put on her makeup and shoes. Which, of course, she would have never done. Not even in a million years. To her, makeup didn't matter as much as it did to other regular nineteen going on twenty year olds.
A guy should like a girl for who she is and a girl shouldn't wear makeup to impress guys.
When she got to the door, she unlocked and opened it, to soon be greeted by four dudes.
"Hey!" One, with blue hair, yelled a little too loudly. "I know you," he then gestured to the girl sitting dumbfounded in front of them.
"Dude, what?"
She studied the four boys in front of her. There was a curly blonde guy who was wearing a flannel and skinny jeans, the blue haired one who was wearing a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, an Asian looking (kind of) boy who was wearing a white blouse and (guess what?) skinny black jeans. What was up with these boys? They were all wearing black skinny jeans. The skinny jeans gang.
"Where's Amanda?" Another blonde, really tall guy asked. She hadn't noticed him.
Of course, he was wearing skinny black jeans.
"Oh, she's not ready yet. Come in, she'll be down in a few moments," she nicely invited them in, closing the door behind. They went to the living room, situations themselves on the couch.
She remembered the curly one, Ashley and the freakishly tall one. His name was Lewi, or something close to that.
"I don't mean to sound nosy, but why are all four of you here?" She spoke fastly, a frown etched on her face.
