Secret Sisters

Chapter 29 BITCHES

-Mayah's POV-

"MAYAH!" I heard Dylan scream.

He was finished filming for the day and decided to stop by.

"WHAT?!" I screamed back.

"HAZEL'S HERE!"

"TELL HER TO COME UP TO MY ROOM!"

Knock knock

"Come in!"

Hazel walked in, smiling.

"So, today's the day you meet the band that ruined your life,"

I grinned, nodding. "Yup. Pretty much,"

She sat on my bed. "So what are you wearing?"

I smiled.

I stood up, spinning, so she could see my entire outfit.

I wore jean shorts with my idiot flannel around my waist.

"Michael's going to be so proud when you wear that backstage,"

I laughed. "I hope so,"

"Tell Ashton I love him for me,"

I laughed. "Okay. And don't worry, Zach won't know,"

She erupted into a fit full of giggles, falling off my bed causing me to laugh.

After we eventually calmed down, Connor walked in.

"What's so funny?" He demanded.

I shook my head as Connor and Dylan walked in.

Dylan sat beside me, crossing his legs.

"So what are we doing, girlies?"

I laughed. "Talking about boys,"

"OOOH!" He squealed. "Me first! There's the boy named Tyler and he's so cute! I'm totally crushing on him!"

Hazel and I started giggling like crazy until our stomachs started hurting.

"I just took my boyfriend's flannel! Don't tell him!" Imitating Dylan's valley girl accent.

I heard someone clear their throat behind us.

We spun around, only to see Hayes standing in the doorway.

"Last time I checked, Michael Clifford wasn't your boyfriend!" He stated, crossing his arms.

I smiled, walking over to him, connecting our lips. "Ready to go?" He asked me.

I nodded. He took my hand and we walked out the door.

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After the concert, I pulled Hayes backstage.

"I hope we're the last ones," I told him excitedly.

"Why?" He questioned.

"Because then we aren't going to be rushed to get to the other fans," I explain.

He laughs. "You plan out how this all was going to happen already, didn't you?"

"Every since I started liking the band," I say, taking a deep breath.

I looked behind me.

No fans. Meaning...

"Hayes," I tugged on his arm.

"What? Is something wrong?"

I shook my head, grinning at him. "We're the last ones,"

He smiled back at me. "So, what happens next according to your plan?"