Shades Of Styles

Backstage

A/n: so I've been recently reading a fic that is in the authors prospective and I am now kind of in the mood to write in that POV so I think this the first one I've done and I may do more in the future, if you don't like it let me know and I won't. K, thanks bye. Lol

Ps I know it will be weird because it's suppose to be the reader in the imagine but just work with me

She stood there, watching the four boys perform. They were good singers, not such good dancers. None of that mattered to her, she didn't want to be there anyways. Her friend had drug her along because she didn't have anyone to go with. After weeks of being begged she finally agreed but believe her, she was going to make her friend owe it up to her. She watched the boys intently, knowing in the back of her mind they were cute though she would never admit it to her friend or even herself. 

She watched one boy in particular, the curly haired one. He was very hot to her and she always had a thing for guys with long hair. She couldn't remember his name, her friend had tried to catch her up before they got there but she didn't care. She had no interest in the 5-now 4 some group that sang the songs her friend would always play in the car. She never liked that pop type sound, she was more of a punk rock type. But none the less she was still standing front row with her best friend wearing heavy dark eye makeup and her favorite green day shirt. Some may call it ironic, she called it protesting. 

Her friend looked at her, pulling at her arm as she sung along to some lovey dovey slow song, that she learned was titled "Little Things" by one of the members before they begun the song. As if any of these girls needed to be reminded of the song, they all knew what the songs were with or without the title. She supposed they might have been telling the moms and dads, or maybe their were others in the crowd like her. People that didn't want to be there but were forced by their friends. 

It was almost cliche of her, to be standing there not dancing or singing along and barley paying attention. She looked around the crowd to see if she could see anyone else standing there, not caring but she came up short. Every person, yes even the parents were singing along to this song that was suppose to be sentimental but just comes out rude as it points out a females flaws. She was barley listening but could recall the lyrics "You still have to squeeze into your jeans" because that longed haired boy sung it. She thought it sounded rude to point out a girl is fat but then again, would any of these boys know what it's like to have a girlfriend. She wasn't too sure if any of them were in relationships, even if they were she didn't care just like she hadn't cared about anything that had been going on in that cliche way of hers. 

Her eyes found the long haired boy, who seemed to be staring in her direction. She looked behind her maybe something was happening behind her but there wasn't. Just a group of over emotional girls crying as they sung along with the song. When she looked back he wasn't staring anymore but she was curious of what he was looking at and for how long.

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He sung the lyrics with pride because he loved them. He watched the crowd as they all sung along to the song he had wrote a few years ago, all except one. A girl in the front row. She was standing there, with an angry expression on her face. Why wasn't she singing along? Did she not like it? She stood there with her green day shirt, looking around the crowd. Even though she looked like she didn't enjoy his band he seemed to be stuck staring at her, she was pretty- no gorgeous. He needed to talk to her. But why? Why was he compelled to talk to a girl that didn't like him or his 3 friends who were sitting beside him singing a song that told girls no matter what they loved them. The song finished and he was still staring. He watched her as her eyes found his and she looked behind her and he looked away after registering how long he was watching her.