fivesos one shots

×Fanfiction× mc

"Oh my god Bree they look so adorable."

"Bree come look."

"Bree watch this edit oh my lord Jesus."

"WHAT THE FUCKK IS THIS."

"HELP ME."

I raised an eyebrow at my best friend.

"Nat, just be quiet and go write fanfictions." I rolled my eyes.

"No I'm serious Bree look at this," she held up her phone revealing a video of drunk Calum.

"Drunk Calum is hot." I commented turning away then typing the rest of my essay. I smiled to myself knowing finally that she quieted down. What I did NOT notice was her practically breathing on me as I typed away.

"You're really good at writing." she commented as I flinched away.

"Go brush your teeth."

"You should write fanfictions."

"What? Nat, don't be stupid I'm past that stage remember?"

"No but this time I'm serious."

"That's nice."

She slapped my laptop shut. I groaned.

"What if I asked you to write one just for me?"

"What if I asked you for 500 bucks?" I replied.

Nat frowned as I smirked, "Not everyone's wishes come true."

"Bree pleasse. Just one chapter?"

"Why are you so obsessed with me doing this?"

"Cause you're an awesome writer and I'm an awesome reader and I want savour your writing in fanfic form."

"What the-why my writing?" I laughed shaking my head. She grinned.

"Cause you're my best friend."

I rolled my eyes a bit flattered. I looked up at her.

"Pleasse?"

"I'll have it done by tomorrow." I chuckled, "What do you want it to be about?"

"Something basic because even if it's basic you can make it the best thing I ever read."

"Oh my god quit it." I laughed pushing her off the bed.

"I'm going home see ya."

"Later." I smiled and she walked out.

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It was 10 pm and I was already tired. But it was winter break so I had plenty of time. Maybe I'll just continue this tomorrow. But the stupid ideas were flying at me. Songs after songs played on Pandora.

Maybe I'll just continue...or not...

"Good morning." mum smiled and I grabbed my keys.

"Morning," I mumbled, "I'm late for work I gotta go." I worked in a small cafe downtown. By the time I got there Ashton was already there.

"Right on time!" he gave me a sarcastic laugh. I rolled my eyes.

"Shutup."

"Oi who IS that?" he nodded to a boy sitting in the corner. "He comes like everyday." The boy was wearing a flannel and his hair was a mess of colors. A new color every two weeks.

"I think his name is...Michael." I mumbked shrugging. I never really took notice in my customers. I was always the person who was in a hurry. Wiping down tables and taking orders. There was no time for boys. I needed money.