5SOS Imagines and Preferences

How We Met: M.C

"So how did you meet your love?" The bubbly interviewer asked me. I only giggled awkwardly. This was the best memory I'd ever remember.

"Don't get him started." Michael groaned, false groan. But a groan none the less.

"Well...it was a while ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday." My eyes begin to water just at the thought. I remember the song that was playing, I remember what she was wearing.

--FLASHBACK. Brought to you by Fuzzy Ashton Irwin--

"Double shift sucks harder than I do." I mumbled slightly, and the lights that were turned on flickered at my statement.

The only thing that had ended up being good about that day was when I was greeted by some new Green Day albums that came in. The album had become one of my favourites, the name being Dookie but the music wad absolutely stunning. The way the guitar rifts mix oh-so- perfectly with with the drums made me think of our band. Our place. Where I was happy.

Then, when I was just about to clock out, some dumb ass walked in.

My eyes rolled for themselves and my add plopped right back onto the very fucking uncomfortable stool.

I took notice in how the girl walked: insecurities were written in her posture and her baggy sweatpants and Billie Joe Arms-

"I love your shirt." I said. My eyes widened, my mouth dropped, and my cheeks redened to my neck and up my ears.

"Thanks...Michael." She paused, squinting to read the scratchy writing on my name tag that spelled out my name.

"And you are?" I asked, pulling on my collar the slightest had been some odd habit I'd just si recently picked up. The girl walked to the rock section and I swear, my heart leaped out of my chest when she stopped where the Green Day, The 1975, and Blink182 was located.

She blended down and grabbed a Dookie album. My eyes watered and I sneezed ever so falsely and she giggled.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Michael." Her eyes continued to scan the album shelves and once she found what she wanted, her slim fingers wrapped around the plastic and pulled it from its place. Her sweatpant clad legs ever so gracefully padded to the front desk where I was located.

"The 1975?" I asked, eyes scanning the price tags as I typed in the owe.

The damn laser reader had broken and now I had to type the prices in, which happened to be the most tedious thing on planet Earth I swear it. I always liked the laser reader, it held a special place in my heart and somehow, it gave me the idea to dye my hair red. It was probably the red laser duh.

"Yeah. My favourite song is by them." She giggled. My nose scrunched with the rest of my face as she laughed. My cheeks we're brought up due to my lips smiling. This is the most nervous I've ever been in my life. And I'm a nervous person.

"Oh really? Me too." I laughed at my awkwardness that somehow had been brought out due to her beauty. The way her hands moved, hips swayed, legs ever so long on their holders where her hip bones were. And that body. Thin...too thin...but she seemed like she was fine with being that small.

"Yeah, you know Sex?" She asked, now I never thought sex was an awkward or gross topic I was always more excited by it but she cringed at the word.

"Yeah. That's one of .y favourites, actually." I nodded whilst placing her items in her bag. She smiled at me and nodded toward her shirt.

"The 1975 might be good, and they might've written my favourite song but Green Day and Fallout and Panic! are the way to go." My eyes faltered to her shirt to examine the picture it displayed.

Billie Joe was front, his head being the only thing in the picture, and his hands were in his dyed blue-- even though the photo was black and white-- hair. His eyes were crossed out in red exes. And his mouth was dropped open as if he were screaming silently in his own doom. It was quite a nice fit on her, tight and holding all the right curves on her body.

"I like that shirt." I giggled and ran a hand through my red hair, feeling self conciouse all of a sudden.

How could this beautiful creature come into my life? How much luck did it take for her to walk into this record store? How many people have ever SEEN someone of this much perfection? No one. No one has seen someone this perfect in their lives. No one could be this lucky. It's all mine. Right here, in this moment? This is my time.

All if a sudden, The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance began to play and Y/N looked up to where the speakers were.

"I love this song!" She gushed, gasping and laughing. Her hands let go of her wallet and she grabbed my hand over the counter, pulling on me slightly. I smiled and complied, walking around the counter with this confidence that had rushed from my body before.

Her hips swayed to the song as her hands found my shoulders a d grasped then slightly, a smile existing on her cheeks as her face heated. I laughed at her and grasped her waist. My head tilted back ever so slightly as I giggled, or laughed like some weird ass creep I have no clue, maybe both.

Her cheeks were firey red and mine were as well. The tint of the color almost matched my hair, and it sounds exaggerated by I'm being serious.

We stood like that for a while, the music carrying out bodies for themselves. The beat of the song made it impossible to loose touch with her.

My mind was blank: only her eyes, a stunning Y/E/C (your eye color) dazzling in my thoughts. then I was brought back to reality, and almost naturally, I sang the song to her as if I had written it. And had I not known better, the way it fell off my tongue to her ears, I probably would've thought that.

"Kitten? Can I maybe...have your number?" I asked, blushing when I realized I'd called her kitten. She laughed at me and scribbled numbers down on my arm in a Sharpie that was conviently placed in my back pocket.

"There. Call me? Now, I'm gonna kiss you but you have to give Me one back if you don't like it, okay?" She giggled, placing a gentlyle kiss on my lips and the want in my stomach swerved against the edges of my intestine. I could feel the crushing pressure in my abdomen.

And in that moment I knew....

She is where I belong.