The Intern // 5 Seconds of Summer

Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

"Oh hey." Ashton waves his arm, over the heads of fans.

I just look around before leaning against the wall. I hear him say my name a few times, but I ignore him. The less these fans know, the better. I don't need to be held at gun point any time soon.

I just pick at my nails before standing up straight and pulling up my shorts. Ashton says his goodbyes and makes his way over to me, grinning. I just smile and nod goodbye to the fans who are still giggling. I tug at my shirt a bit before looking up at him

"So, where too?" I ask, squeezing my wallet.

"Supper. I'm so hungry!" He begins walking, so I follow up behind.

"Sounds good." I laugh. "I'm starved."

I just follow up behind him. He talks a lot to me, but I don't say much back. I contemplate him. His looks, his personality and me.

"Ryan?" He stops ahead of me.

"What?" I look around. "Are we lost? God dammit, Ashton!"

"No. I mean, we're here." He holds the door open for me, letting me in.

"Oh thank you."

We walk in and are bombarded with the smells of diverse food and cooked veggies. I just smile and make my way to a booth table, sitting down.

Ashton sits across from me. I look around, taking in all the little things of this restaurant. I look back at Ashton, who's on his phone.

"Ahem." I cough sarcastically and he looks up. "Fuck." I say under my breath.

"Sorry." He puts it on the table. "I was tweeting."

"Oh. Sounds good." I shrug and see the waitress come over.

She stands ahead of us and pulls out a noteopad. She scrawls down a few numbers before talking up in a squeaky voice.

"What can I get to drink?" She asks, pointing to the menus that we didn't notice.

"A virgin strawberry daquery." I ask, pleasantly. I saw the bar earlier, hidden in the corner. And seeing I'm not of age, virgin will do.

"Water, please." Ashton asks, smiling. The waitress nods and hurries away.

"So, what is this place?" I ask, looking at the assortment of art on the wall.

"I saw it when we drove by, earlier. I don't know what you like, so I thought something healthy would be good." He chuckles. "Hey! That rhymed."

"Oh." I laugh, smiling but quickly turn away.

"Why do you do that?" He asks shuffling to the other side of his seat so he's in my view.

"What?" I ask.

"You pretend like you're not having fun." He shrugs.

"Oh. Uh.." I look at the waitress. "Oh look! Our drinks."

She serves us our drinks from her platter and pulls out her pad again, tapping her pen on it.

"Hamburger combo please." Ashton smiles and nudges at me to place my order.

"Just a Caesar salad, please." I smile and pull out my wallet, laying it on the table as the waitress walks away, into the kitchen this time.

"What's that for?" He asks, squinting his eyes.

"To pay?" I return his look.

"But I've got it." He pushes my wallet away. "I mean, I did ask you on this date."

I nod and look at him, smiling.

"You know, even thou you're sweaty.." I get closer. "This is the nicest thing someone has done." He smiles. "If you tell anyone, I'll punch you."

he chuckles with his straw between his teeth and as thought it was all in sloe motion, I see his cup tip over in my direction and water splash on the table and onto me and my clothes.

"Fucking hell." I stand up, covering my chest. The white shirt is now wet, exposing my purple bra nearly and clinging to my body.

"I'm sorry!" He pleads, stumbling. "I'm sorry!" He fumbles to grab a napkin and hands it to me.

I pull my wallet out and grab a ten, slamming it on the only spot dry. "Thanks." I spit and storm out.

As soon as I leave, I heard loud noises of people getting up to stare. The cold wind hits me and I shiver, still holding myself.

I try to walk quickly as soon as I hear the little bell ding which meant someone was leaving the restaurant. Which was probably Ashton.

"Ryan!" Correction, it is Ashton.

I keep walking before I hear the foot steps get faster and closer. I don't spread up, but I hold my head low.

"Ryan!" All of a sudden, two hands are on my shoulder and I'm being pushed against a wall. "I'm so sorry.."

His body is just inches away from mine, but my arms still covering my chest. I open my mouth to panic, to yell at him but my stays paralyzed in shock.

"I..." I close my mouth but open it again to say something, but words get lost when his lips collide with mine.

And in that second, everything seems lost. The way I felt ten seconds ago, the water dripping into my left show. All of that is irrelevant to the softness of his lips.

He pulls away from me briefly, and I just stare at him. A small smile creeps onto his face, a smile of happyness and pure content.

"Ryan.." He says quietly.

"Uh..." My jaw hanging low. "I've gotta go." I push him off, running past him down the sidewalk, back to where I remember last being; the arena.

I don't run after the first few blocks. I don't know why I ran at all. Once I turned away, he didn't run after me or call for me. He only let out a sigh and entered back to shop. I'm assuming, anyways.

I pull out my cell phone when the arena comes into view. I fumble for my cellphone that's hiding in my pocket. It's hard to see cause it's so dark, and the street lights are very dim.

"Hello?" Lou answers, being chirpy. "How'd it go?"

"Can you come get me?"

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"C'mon, Ryan!" I feel someone tug at my leg.

"Are you sure I can't ride with you.." I plead, hiding under my blanket before it gets pulled off me.

"Well.. Maybe.." She stops herself a minute. "Wait, is it cause of Ashton?" She crosses her arms.

"I don't know." I sit up, pushing my hair back. "I don't want to like him."

This whole part is true. I'm not admitting that I like or, or saying that I do at all, but I don't want to like him. I don't wanna lead him on and push him away any more than it seems I might have.

This boy is precious and doesn't need someone like me, either he knows it or not.

"Well, that's hard for you. Ryan." She throws me my suitcase. "Cause we don't chose who we love."

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I rol over in my bunk, squeezing Pikachu to my chest. 13 hours of almost continuous driving to Denver. This could go good, but that's extremely unlikly. Its currently 11am. Meaning we have still 10 hours to go.

No one has come to talk to me. And I certainly havent made much effort to talk to any of them.

We're becoming friends, that much is clear. It's pretty easy to put up with these cute guys. But to fall in love... that's a whole other level. I don't love. I really don't.

I love music, and hair styling and my pikachu.

Not some dumb boy with nice curly blonde hair.