5SOS Imagines {Requests: Open}

Preference: He Lives Next Door

Michael:

(https://soundcloud.com/louis-styles-4/5-seconds-of-summer-american)

It was nearly midnight, but you couldn't sleep. You sat in your pajamas, fixated on the window. The boy across the street and his band were playing loudly in the garage. You had known the boy across the street for a long time, he was a bit older though. You knew his name, it was Michael Clifford. He didn't go to school with you anymore, you assumed he'd dropped out. But he was quite cute, and you missed seeing him around more. Suddenly, the sound of Green Day, accompanied by Michael's voice began. Your jaw dropped. You prided yourself on your music taste, and you were obsessed with Green Day. After a short contemplation, you decided to go outside. You pulled on a hoodie over your tank and shorts  and made your way down the stairs. After quickly yelling to your mother about going outside, you walked out barefoot onto your driveway, standing at the edge. The four boys noticed you, and while the other three became more shy, Michael began to show off on his guitar. You had to admit, he could play, and he could play well. The song ended, and you offered a slow clap. Michael scoffed.

"What, did we wake you up?" He laughed, and the other boys followed suit, though rather timidly.

"No, no, I just heard some Green Day, so I figured I'd come out and see if whoever was playing was any good." You said coolly, padding across the street and into the Cliffords' garage.

"Oh. What's your name then?" Asked the curly haired drummer.

"Her name's Y/N," Michael snapped, not allowing you to answer.

"I could've said that for myself, Mike." You called him Mike only in spite, you knew he hated the name when he was younger.

"Yeah, you could lay off a bit man," muttered the the tall blond boy standing in the center.

"Anyway," the lanky bassist said to break the tension. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Calum."

"Ashton," said the drummer
"Luke," the blond boy said softly.

"Yeah, yeah, and we're 5 Seconds Of Summer. Can we get on with our band rehearsal now?" Michael asked crossly. You smirked.

"Yeah, go ahead." You said, starting out of the garage. "I'll see you around, guys." You said to the other boys, disregarding Michael. Once you made it back to your house, you booked it up the the stairs to your room, pressing to the open window.

"Dude, you like her so much." You heard Luke's voice say.

"What are you talking about?" Michael replied, annoyance in his voice.

"You are such a dick to the girls you like. Come on, just admit it."

"Fine, okay? I like Y/N. Now can we play again?" You smiled, closing your window. This night had been a success.

Luke:

(https://soundcloud.com/krunkluke/5-seconds-of-summer-where-ever-you-are-next-door-edit)

You groaned, turning in your bed. The new boy who had moved in next door, Luke, was playing music loudly at all hours of the night. The music continued, and you pulled your pillow over your head. Your parents had left you home alone that weekend, and all you really wanted to do was sleep. Finally, you had enough. You got up, making your way out the side door of your house. Standing just so they couldn't see you in the open garage, you stood and listened to the song.