"Oh my gosh he’s so hot!" you exclaimed as you stared at the picture in the magazine. It was of a boy with bright pink hair and thick eyeliner on wearing punk clothing. You didn’t really know why you liked punk boys so much, you just did.
"So that’s what you like?" your best friend Michael said, leaning over and scrutinising every tiny detail of the picture.
“Yeah,” you swooned, lying back and placing the magazine over your face so your eyes were in direct contact with the photographed face. As you continued to state at the models face you heard the front door slam. You removed the magazine from your face to see that Michael had gone. “Probably gone to band practice,” you said to yourself, before lying back down and placing the magazine over your face again, allowing yourself to drift off infront of the perfect punk rock model. You were soon woken up though by your phone buzzing. As you unlocked it you realised you’d been asleep for well over 4 hours. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you read the message from Michael. “Twitcam. 5 minutes xx” it simply said. You sighed and stood up from the sofa, stretching as you slowly walked over to your laptop. You wiggled the mouse ferociously until the screen lit up again after being left dormant from your tumblr blogging spree at 1 o’clock that morning. You quickly logged into twitter and the clicked on the link to Michael’s Twitcam which was already in progress. “And so this is for you (Y/N)…” You immediately froze at the mention of your name. You stared at the screen and noticed Michael was wearing a towel over his black hair. He reached his hand up, wiping the towel away to reveal bright pink hair. Your hands flew to your mouth in shock as he started playing around with it. “I actually think it looks pretty cool,” he said, admiring it in the camera. Comments started flooding in from 5SOS fans all complimenting the hair. You picked up your phone and was about to call Michael when he picked up what looked like a pencil and took off the lid. “See I’ve even got the eyeliner!” he exclaimed. You tried not to laugh as you watched him struggling to apply the eyeliner. “Well, hopefully I’ll get the hang of it, ” he said after trying and failing to perfect one eye. “So (Y/N) I’ve made myself look punk rock for you so what do you say…… How about you give us two together a chance?” You couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but at the same time, you knew exactly what to do. You dialled Michaels number and held the phone tentatively by your ear. You could see him on the screen smile at his phone before picking it up. Before he gads chance to speak though you quickly began what you’d always wanted to say. “Michael you didn’t have to change for me, I’ve always liked you for you. Although you are looking pretty good,” you added, causing him to laugh. “Of course I want to give us a go but promise me that you’ll only change yourself if you want to change, not for anyone else and especially not for me.” “I promise!” he said and you watched him cross his heart for the camera. “I’ll see you later,” you said laughing as you hung up the phone. As you placed it by your side you watched Michael on the screen jumping up and down with a huge smile on his face. You sent him a quick text message and watched as he opened it. “I’m still watching you know you big idiot,” he read out. He sheepishly turned to the camera and waved before doing one last little jump of joy and ending the Twitcam. As you shut down your laptop you couldn’t help but smile about not only Michael now being your boyfriend but how he was possibly the least punk rock person you had ever met with those girly victory moves.
