Lost At Sea [Micheal Clifford/5sos]

Chapter One

 

   Kassidy Collins//

  Sigh.

  Breathe in.

  Breath out.

  Now walk in.

  No, don't.

 Do the process again Kass.

 You got this, you're Kassidy Collins. The Kassidy Collins.

 The fat Kassidy Collins.

  I sigh and throw my notebook at the wall in frustration.  What happened to me that now I can't write?

   Knock Knock someone knocks on the door.

  "Come in," I sigh.

  My best friend Gerad steps through the doorway and shuts the door after him. "What Gee?" I ask.

  His face consorts into a confused expression and he questions, "What's wrong?"
   

   "Nothing," I lie.

   "Whatever," He says obviously not believing me, "Well 500 Years of Winter are here to meet you."

    "WE'RE 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER!" Yells voices behind the door.

     "Ugh it's a mess," I say looking around my front room, there mainly are papers scattered all over the floor and diet Pepsi cans on the table.

   Then Gerad lets the boys in my house, "Damn it Gerad I said it's a mess."

   Then one of the guys from the other band says, "It's not as messy as our place."

   I groan and say, "Ok then, hi. Welcome to my house. Uh yes I'm Kassidy Collins."

   Then Gerad points to a kiwi looking boy who says in a cheery voice, "HI! I'm Hood.. Calum Hood."

  I laugh and say, "That had a good effect on it." I stand up and ask spreading out my arms in a welcoming manner, "Hug?"

   He hops into my arms and squeezes me tightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around him awkwardly, then after a few moments I say, "Are ya going to let me go?"

   "I'll never let you go Rose," he says still hugging me.

    "Uh yeah well good luck with that," I reply wrenching himself from me.

   After he lets go a curly haired boy says, "Hi, wait was it hi or hey? Uh nevermind, I'm Ashton Irwin."

   "Hay," I reply.

     We hug awkwardly but we let go after a second. Wow speak of awkward.

    Then a tall lanky boy with angel looking hair says quietly, "I'm Luke Hemmings, the original Hemmo."

   I laugh and we hug and then a black and blue haired guy says, "I'm Michael Clifford."

  I smile and realize we both have our hair the same colors, "I love your hair."

   "No, I love your hair," he replies.

  I giggle and bring him in for a (nice and warm ;) ) hug. His arms are really muscular and smooth. I melt into the hug a little (lot) and when we let go I wish that we hadn't let go because of the warmth.