I never thought I would see my grandparents dancing like young adults in a club to Ariana Grande. The dancing part looked straight out disgusting, the fact it was in a club was fucking weird and Ariana Grande? Wow, just wow, never saw that coming. Turned out we did celebrate our birthday on our actual birthday this year. Everyone was at the club, family, friends, the band except Michael? Why that fuck wasn't he here? "Let that kid fuck himself and have fun!" My brother shouted over the music at me, I had been sitting at the bar, mocking. "Another beer please" I said to the bartender, ignoring Jake. "Jade! What's up?!" Ashton shouted after I drunk my I don't you how many beer of the night. "Drinking myself to death" I slurred, ordering another one. "Don't be too quick! Michael's not here yet!" Ashton shouted, clearly drunk, but not as drunk as me. "That's the point" I shouted back, "thanks" he said, taking my beer. "That's mine!" I shouted, "you've had enough" Ashton said, drinking it. "Dickhead" I murmured, he obviously didn't hear me over the loud music. "There he is" Ashton smiled, I turned around, seeing Michael walking towards me, a smirk tattooed on his oh so goddamn perfect face.
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FanfictionI've been making YouTube videos with my brother for years But I never expected that one 'q&a' video would change everything.
