Phone Swapped [m.c]

Prologue

"Fuck me." I cursed as another song from the narcissistic band came on the radio.

"Come on, it's not that bad." My idiot of a best friend said, turning up the volume.

"Bitch, they're the worst." I exclaimed.

"But be honest though, they all look cute. Like damn, if I could, I'd fuck them all." Her words caused me to let out a light chuckle.

"You fuck every hot boy you saw on the street." I told her rather loudly.

I saw her slumped down in her sit, "All they want is my V."

"And all you want is their D, same shit girl." I added. From the corner of my eye, I saw her rolled her eyes. Meh.

"Let's just park here, it's nearer to the entrance." She pointed at the empty spot around the corner.

I slowly parked there, fuck the space is tiny.

"Park it like Kim girl." Naomi- the idiot, cheered.

You know what they say, if Kim can park a truck, you can do anything. Yeah okay.

I backed the car slowly, hoping I won't crash that damn Audi behind us.

"Just a little more," I mumbled, more to myself.

I sighed in relief as I stopped. If I scratch the Audi, God help me with some money. I don't know much about cars, but that looks pretty expensive to me.

"Come on, I'm starving." I slipped out, I locked my car then continue walking.

"Omg you have to try the-" I was cut off by a painful bump, enough for me to fell down.

I looked up and saw a cute dude. I stared at his green orbs eyes as he stared back at my dull brown ones. This is the part in every cliche romantic book, where I'd be the damsel in distress and he's the knight in shining armour. He'd helped me and we'd fell in love and lived happily ever after.

Yeah, not in the place we called reality.

"Ouch dude, watch where you're going." I snapped, picking up my phone and shoved it back to my pocket. I stood up, ignoring his extending hand.

I swear, I saw he rolled his eyes in a flash, but his face went back to concern. Jerk.

Hey, why does his face seems so familiar? Eh, can't put my finger on it.

"Hey, come on we gotta go." His Asian friend yelled from behind, running towards us.

"Sorry," the guy who bumped into me picked up his phone and hurriedly ran off to the Audi. They drove off, just like that.

"What a jerk." I muttered as I headed to the cafe. I sighed as I realized Naomi was far way behind me.

"Naomi, what are-" I saw her froze, stand completely still. I jogged back to her.

"Hey what is it?" I asked, concern filled my voice.

"H-he is M-michael." She stuttered.

"Who? Is he another one of your ex-boyfriend? Figured, he's a jerk." I saw her shook her head.

"No, h-he is from the band." Now I'm totally confused.

"What band?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confusion drew on my face.

"5 Second Of Summer." Her answer was simple.

"Fucking hell."

That's why he looks so familiar. I recognised him from all the magazines and tvs. Oh and let's not forget the merchandise their fans wear. Hilarious.