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Erin POV

I tweeted him. Again.

I do that alot. Like he notices. I am literally one out of MILLIONS. I just... There is something about him and I can't stop.

"Jesus, Erin, you aren't going to marry him," Haley laughs at me from the corner of my eye. I smirk back at her.

"I know. You are. We've talked about this."

She blushed and looked away, undeniably thinking about what I had just said. Ever sinse I met her I knew who she would marry. It wasn't a difficult guess. We still hadn't met him... but we would. So every day, we tweeted him time after time hoping for him to see our pleas. He hasn't yet. All we ask is for their band to come to our shithole of a town and perform. Thats it. We had a plan after that... It was flawless. We just need to use it.

"Can he just see that he's beautiful and our shitty town needs some beauty," Haley questioned for the one hundreth time that night.

"I know Hal, I agree. We need some 5SOS perfection up in here!"

"HALLELOU," she screamed. We laughed for a minute after that, realizing that our dreams were petty in the exact same moment.

"I'm heading home. Tell me if he tweets, lovely," Haley called at me as she walked out the door. Like that would happen. But then it did.

Ashtons POV

I saw something today, and I cant unsee it. Today was a bad day, so I tweeted about it. Of course.

"@Ashton5SOS: You can't just throw me away" Then I saw this reply. I get thousands of replies. But this one was different.

"@hammoxhemmo: @Ashton5SOS: How can we throw you away properly if we can't forget about you?"

I clicked on her profile and read every tweet she had ever sent. They were funny. They were fangirly. I better tell Luke...

They were insiteful and witty and... Deep. She was deep. Intellegent, even. And she asked of me one thing. She wanted me to come to her "Shithole of a town" and play with my band there. Then I saw a tweet I couldn't unsee.

"@hammoxhemmo: The existentialist therory that even a refusal to choose is a choice makes me want to conjugate a combination philosophy."

What 16 year old girl know what that is. What 16 year old girl tweets about that? But I looked deeper.

"Even a refusal to choose is still a choice"

Why did that speak to me? Why did I want to meet her? I dont know. But I did. And I would do anything to make it happen. I gathered the boys together. I winked at Luke and said,

"Lads! We are going somewhere new. Luke, look sharp. Michael, fix your goddammed hair. Calum, bring your guitar. We have girls to meet."

"@Ashton5SOS: @hammoxhemmo: We are packing our bags. Be ready. Next week will be sick."