"How old are you?" Phoebe stumbled over her words as she gazed at the guy named Michael. I couldn't let her grasp their attention, I needed to say something but what? The conversation so far had consisted of only small talk and seeing what kind of people we were. And then I did it, I was a horrible friend, I blurted out, "Well I'm older than Phoebe, she doesn't even turn seventeen for two more months, but yeah how old are you?" I instantly felt bad, she whipped her head around out me, and in her big blue eyes I could see that I had seriously hurt her. No matter how enticing the guy was, I would never betray my best friend again. She looked as if I had shot her, right in the heart, and I sort of did. Calum had obviously felt unimportant to Phoebe since she was definitely checking out Michael and not him, but he didn't seem to mind it as much as I did since he just went on his phone. Ashton interrupted my thought process by answering our question, "I'm the oldest, I'm 21, Michael is 20, and then Luke and Calum are 19." I had no idea what to say, our conversations weren't going anywhere, but I wasn't ready to give up. I knew my parents wouldn't approve, but for some reason I didn't care. They were drawing me, and I didn't want to be pushed out. While studying Ashton's face I could tell that he had never been loved before, like me. But not in the same way, his parents and family loved him, but he never had a companion, or lover love him. I was never loved by my parents, they loved the fact that I could play the violin, not that I had good grades, and a guys never looked at me, because I was the picture that comes up when you look for nerd on Google. I wanted to be the person to make him feel loved, and I wanted him to make me feel loved. Yea, Luke was attractive, but he had been loved and he loved another that was not I, he jut didn't know that he was loved. "Hey, this might seem a little odd, but do you want to go to a concert with us, tonight?" Calum coolly asked Phoebe and I. Phoebe quickly said yes but I had to pull her to the side, "Have you lost your pea brain, my mother and father will never say yes?!?" Nonchalantly, Phoebe shrugged, "Lie, I'm gonna." I winced, I couldn't lie to my parents, I never had before, but then it hit me, if I wanted a chance with these boys I'd have to lie my pants off. We walked back over to the boys, and sat down at our spots, "We'd love to, but we just want to now who's performing?" Phoebe asked. "Klas Torstensson, best composer of our time," Ashton replied, and my heart got all warm and fuzzy, I couldn't believe it. They didn't look like the kind of guys that would listen to Klas, but it was to good to be true. "That's what you listen to?" I asked, not believing what I had heard. Ashton erupted in laughter, unable to hide the humor he found in that, "No don't worry, we don't listen to that slow, boring, old people stuff. We are going to a Five Seconds of Summer concert!!" My heart dropped, my dreams crushed. Phoebe looked at me and silently mouthed something along the lines of their just jerks. I looked up, and thought for a second, where had I heard of Five Seconds of Summer, and then I remembered. Phoebe had made me listen to one of their songs while she drove me to school. For the first time ever I lied, "Good, I hate that old people stuff, they make it so emotional, when really rock music is way more, it lets you feel their pain and sorrows. Like their song, Social Casualty, that's exactly what I fear, I don't want to end up like that, you get my drift?" Phoebe was shocked, I hated rock music, yet I made it seem like I was devout to it or something. She always thought that I lied for her, but I actually did it for myself, me selfish self. "I love 5sos, I'm not like a fan girl, but I love their music. When the song Voodoo Doll comes on, I spontaneously experience combustion!" Phoebe babbled. "Well... we have back stage passes!" Calum cheered. For some reason, that set Phoebe off on a rampage, "Wow! You were so confident you were going to pick up two girls that you bought extra tickets, well you bought two to many, me and Sybil aren't going!" Phoebe grabbed my arm and me pulled out of the booth and kept mumbling about she hated misogynist, and how guys like them will do anything to get action. I pulled my arm out of her tight grip and retaliated, "Maybe they had other people going with them and they canceled, come on, you are overreacting!" By this time, all they guys had gotten up and were standing behind us, Ashton spoke up, "Hey, hey it's not like that. My uncle is their stage manager, we can take anyone, and we really want to take you. Please go with us, it would mean everything to us," there was twinkle in his eye, and it wouldn't let me say no, if I wanted to. Phoebe had given in and she smirked and grunted, in a way that made her seem so down to earth, and perfect. I was glad that she had given in, so I wouldn't have seemed so desperate for their attention. Even though Ashton had basically insulted my favorite thing in the world, my music taste, I needed him to accept me and love me.
