Y/N's P.O.V.
I got out of bed and walked downstairs. No one was home. I put some mini pancakes in the microwave while I got the syrup out of the fridge. I ate the pancakes and went back up to my room to get ready.
Calum's P.O.V.
I got to school and locked up my bike on a bench. I walked to the band room, my favorite place to hang out while I was in school. It was my favorite subject. The teacher let me borrow the school's acoustic guitar. My phone buzzed. It was a notification from YouTube, "hemmo1996 has uploaded a new video". He's so talented and he looks good too. To be honest, I was a little jealous of Luke. All the girls liked him and he was really good at singing and playing guitar.
When I walked into the band room, a boy with dirty blonde hair looked up at me. He had the guitar in his hands and was sitting on the piano bench. I think I've seen him around before, but I don't know what his name is.
"Hey, can I use that?" I asked him.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
"Calum. Calum Hood".
"Well, Calum Hood, you don't use guitar, you play it," he said.
"Yeah, well can I play it?" I asked.
"That's for you to decide," he said.
I sighed, "I don't know you".
"Way to state the obvious," he said.
He played a few noted, but then stopped.
"I'm Michael. Michael Clifford".
