Somewhere New ~5SOS Fanfic~ (IN EDITING)

☆Chapter Eleven☆

"Where do we begin? Was this over before? Before it ever began?" The Feel Good Drag, Anberlin

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"Ashton, get your ass out of the fucking bathroom." Luke screamed.

I knew that outside of that stall door was my band mates, angrily waiting for me in anticipation. I wanted them to leave me alone, go away, and forget about me.

There was a world outside of that bathroom door. A world that I was too scared to face.

I never heard Luke curse like that before. Yeah, I knew that he wasn't as innocent as everyone thought he was, but this just proves that he is hardcore.

But then again, they had never seen this side of me. They had never seen the side of me that was insecure, depressed, and quiet. I wanted to scream out and say that it's not me, not my fault.

But it is me. I let everyone get inside of my head.

I let the monsters manipulate me.

Now, I was ready to just give it all up, and give up Five Seconds Of Summer. Ready to give up on music, and just on life itself.

Hold the phone - I've started telling this part of my life - the confused part - incorrectly. This is how my wake up call started:

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The morning sky was scattered, with clouds floating aimlessly. I could feel the cold breeze of that brutal morning through my window.

The cold weather welcomed me as I stepped outside, officially greeting the presence of Fall.

Calum said he'd be waiting outside for me, so that we could walk to school together.

I didn't even notice he was there until he yelled, "Hey Ash Ketchum!"

I hid my smirks, looking at Calum. I put an arm around my friend, and held him close to me. I could feel the warmth between our two bodies.

"Sup?" I asked, and we started walking to school.

"Whoa, look who feels all touchy today." Calum joked, but put an arm around me, too.

Finally. Finally somebody that would look after me, wanted to talk to me, and accepted me. Somebody who was just like me, and still balanced me out.

"I don't know." I stated. "I guess I just feel different today."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like I am getting a new start. A clean slate. A fresh do over from my other life."

"...But you told us that your mom was transferred here, and that's why you're here."

"Yeah," I said nervously, "but it's always good to start over, ya know?"

"True true." He said, and with that he dropped the topic. Thank God for that. "I'm still wondering something, though. How did you get into Hemsin?"

"Well, I, uh..."

"It's just that it's an exclusive private Christian school. Pretty expensive unless you've yourself a scholarship."

"I came here on a scholarship, even though I didn't need one. I have all the money to get into any school, but this seems like the best choice."

He nodded, but I could tell that he knew I was lying. It wasn't hard for me to get into Hemsin at all. My cousins used to go to Hemsin, so the family name runs through it, and whoever in the family can go there.

I didn't remember what I did the day before that until Callie saw me, giving me a slopping wet kiss. At first, I was thinking, "What? Random kisses from a random girl?...okay." But then I saw Callie, and recognized the distinctive Victoria secret perfume smell on her skin.

"Hey! How's it going, Ashton?"

Ashton. She called me my full name. I kind of forgot that it was my name, because people loved to call me "Ash".

"Pretty good, Callie."

"Psh, only my parents call me that." She said, locking her fingers with mine.

I felt my skin flare up, burning like a hot oven. My throat felt dry and nervous as I held her hand back. "Callie is your full name?"

"No, that would be weird." She referred. "My full name is Caroline. My friends call me Caroline for some reason."

"Oh, really...? In that case, I have to call you Cal."

She playfully pushed me, but then brought herself protectively back in my arms. "Aw, stop it, Ashton." She cooed.

"You can call me Ash."

"Good, Ash. Now we're even."

"Guys. Guys? Okay. We have to go through Wherever You Are one more time." Michael insisted, softly strumming a few string on his guitar.

"But I don't wana." Calum complained, much like a child.

"Well, suck it up." I joked, and he started playing his bass again.

But half way through the song, (which was going great, by the way.) Luke made us stop, saying, "This just doesn't feel right. Like, I don't know what it is. But it doesn't sum us up as a band as a moment."

"The which song will?" I pleaded.

"I don't know. Just not this one."

We had a group sigh, before I shouted, "There's always unpredictable. That kind of sums us up. Up to it?"

But it doesn't end there. My downward spiral has only begun.