The Lifetime Mistake •M.G.C. || 5sos• (AU)

Prologue

Sacramento, California ~ April 16, 2014

Ella Kelyn walked into her garage expecting to see her two best friends and family for life, Landon Patterson and Mayla Scout, lounging around lazily on the green, beaten-up sofa that was pushed to the corner of the small space to make room for their equipment, but was pleasantly surprised. The pair were actually being productive! She lingers by the doorway soaking up this rare moment, but to her dismay, they glance up just in time to see the oldest staring at them.

"What?" questions Mayla, her dark brown eyes boring into Ella's.

Taking her time to reply, Ella wanders into the attached garage, making sure to side-step the cords and stands, and makes her way to the couch. "Nothing, just surprised to see you actually doing something before I got here." She shrugs while plopping onto the dog-hair covered seat.

"C'mon, El," Landon clutches his heart playfully, "it's not that surprising is it? We do stuff."

"Yeah, c'mon, we aren't that lazy." Mayla agrees, chiming in, while attempting to put her arm around the 6'1'' sophomore.

"Hmm. Whatever you say." Ella replies in a sing-song voice. In an attempt to move-this along, she stands up, walks around her two best friends, who are still muttering on what they do before she arrives to themselves, and takes her seat behind her baby, a white Yamaha Stage Custom Birch drum set. "Guys!" Yelling over the guitarist and bassist.

"What?!" They both yell in unison. Ella swears they can read each other's mind or something, that's how creepy they can get. 

El points to her drums and then to the two discarded string instruments waiting to be played, "I hate to be the party-pooper, but we need to start if we wanna play at all."

Landon rolls his eyes and Mayla huffs before they both agree and pick up their instrument. Landon, a.k.a Lan, to his guitar and center "stage," basically just in front of the kit, and Mayla, a.k.a. May, to Ella's left with her bass.

"Ready?" El calls to them, preparing to count off.

"Yup," replies Landon, sneaking her a billion dollar smile, his specialty, while May just gives an awkward thumbs up, which brings a giggle out of the drummer.

"One, two, three, four, ..."

Finishing up, the trio pack away their things in their cases and Ella tidies up a bit, when Landon suddenly speaks out, "Why don't we become a band? Like a legit one. Think about it, we have been practicing in this garage for months, but never thought of making it a thing. What do you say?" He looks at the girls hopefully, knowing they would be down for it, all he had to do was ask, because, after all, they we were like family.

May and El glance at each other quickly and both nod their head. "Why not? It's not like we practically haven't been doing what bands do the past months." May shrugs.

"Yeah, it'd be fun, gain some traction even, if we try hard enough." Ella inputs, rubbing her wrist, a nervous habit she has when she reverts back to her shy personality, though is rare to make an appearance around her new band mates.

Landon takes this opportunity to blurt out the band name that has been on his mind for a while now, "How about The Reckless of the Brave?" Basically bouncing on excitement.

Ella chuckles, "Sure, guess we are pop punk now, guys."

"Hell yeah we are!" yells May.

Their responses make Landon even more excited than he was before.

The three rejoice in this new-found excitement, and chatter among themselves on the specifics of the band like, "we're gonna have to write more songs" and "are we keeping the same practice schedule?" and even as bizarre as, "what if we get famous?"
Though, the latter earns a kick in the shin from El for, "thinking to highly of us when we only just formed five minutes ago."

However, through all this excitement, realization hits May in the face... "Guys, we need another guitarist, no offense Landon."

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Sydney, Australia ~ May 2, 2015

"Mate, you cheated. There is no way that that just went in!" exclaims the brown haired, Aussie boy leaning against the leather brown sofa in his mate's basement.

"Boo, woo! That just happened, Cal, so get over it!" responds the other.

They continue like this for the next hour until the brown-haired boy calls quits saying he's hungry. The other agrees, powering down his Xbox and venturing to the kitchen.

"Hey, do you have any bread?" curiously asks the guest while stuffing his head into the pantry.

"Yeah, it should be on the top shelf." replies the host, while claiming his own snack, two cookies and a glass of milk.

After snacks are chosen and they are seated, once more on the couch, Cal on the couch now, they begin to chow down. Half-way through eating in silence, the host, otherwise known as Micheal, swallows and begins conversation with his friend, "Hey, so I heard about this thing. Like, it's when you can go over to the States and have your senior year there."

Cal, Calum, looks up, seeming interested in the topic at hand, "Hmm?" food still in his mouth.

"Yeah, I saw it the other day on a poster in the halls. I was thinking, if we wanted to do it, all four of us could go and live together for the year." Michael informs, taking another bite from his second cookie, waiting to hear Calum's thoughts on the matter.

"Sounds fun, mate, but who's going to be the adult? We are all 17 and I'm pretty sure legal age is 18 over there." Calum responds, still eating his snack.

"True, which is why I asked Luke first to ask his mum. Apparently Andrew is going to be traveling a lot in the next couple of months because of his job, so she could come with us." Michael informs matter-of-factly.

"That's convenient," Calum laughs. "Guess, all we have to do is ask Ash."

"Does this mean you'll go?" Michael asks hopefully, sitting up straighter.

"Yeah, totally mate, maybe they'll have a good football team there. Though, I'll have to get it past my parents. What about yours? They good with this?" questions the guest, while placing his plate on the glass coffee table adjacent to where they were sitting.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be asking if they weren't" the green-haired boy replies.

Calum chuckles, "Bad ass Michael Clifford excited about a new school. Who would've guessed?"

"Shut the fuck up, Hood," Michael spits while shoving a laughing Calum.

Sydney Airport, Sydney, Australia ~ July 28, 2015

All four boys, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, and Ashton Irwin, and Liz, Luke's mother, all board the plane for Sacramento, California to start their new lives as senior foreign exchange students in America. The bad ass, teddy bear, penguin, and the outgoing one were all ready to introduce America to these four boys, get ready.

A.N:

Hey! So, this is our story. *cue tiny dance* My best friend and I decided to put our heads together and create a wonderful book on, of course, 5sos. :P This is our first book together, so be patient. Anyways, my name's Ash and my partner in crime is Alex. To keep things smooth, we have decided to update every other week - one being me and the other being Alex. At the start of every chapter we will distinguish who wrote each chapter to keep it in order, though it may not always be perfect due our individual schedules. We will try our best. Keep with us and we won't let you down. :) Thanks for reading and enjoy!

~Ashxx

Update(06.29.16): I will be solely writing this fic now. Alex is working on a different story on the acc, so it's just me. :) hope y'all good with that. :) haha