Remember Me

• One •

"So guys, we have an announcement." I started.
"We're going to audition for 5 Seconds Of Summer!" We said in complete unison.
We're filming a video for our vlog me and my friend started since 2014. We've been posting covers of 5SOS and other artists in our Youtube channel and we have been successful, but we never get the chance to be noticed like what happened to 5SOS. Lorie and I have the biggest and craziest dream of a 5SOS fan can ever have and that's to be a part of the band! Those Aussies are having a 'Guitarist-and-Singer' search.
We're jumping and squealing like crazy maniacs all over the room. As we finished letting it all out, I continued the announcement.
"The auditions is said to be held on Sunday and we will be dragging some of you along with us." I started. I looked over to Lorie, meeting her gaze to signal her to continue.
"All you have to do is like and subscribe our channel, do cover of your best performance of any song from 5SOS, and put any number we can get in contact with you for the details of the auditions." she added.
"So that's all for now guys, but we will be posting an acoustic cover of She Looks So Perfect for the 'three years after SLSP was released' this weekend." I finished and waved goodbye as I motioned for Reghan to cut the film.
Reghan is my older sister. She can be called as Reghan, but we call her Reg as in Re-j. She's this fun party go-er and a sociable person while I'm this complete opposite of her which is just staying at home, watching movies, listening to music, just reading some books, pizza, loves cuddles, and pizza or a tub of ice cream. Oh and did I mention pizza?
"Oh um hey . . . Tori, I'm going to Hayley's. Wanna come? " She asked while putting away all the camera photography stuff that I don't really know. She and Hayley have been best friends since preschool. So she's invited to go to her parties.
I raised my eyebrow obviously asking for what she means and basically telling her that 'What about Lorie?'.
"You can drag Lorie along, -" she turned from me to Lorie. "-if you want?"
"No, thanks. We're okay here." I answered for the both of us.
"And besides, it's already late and it's a school night. Can't you just wait until tomorrow Saturday night for parties?" I replied. I'm not really a sociable person, but I do want to have fun with my sister. But I already know what's going to happen if I join her.
"I also have a lot of things to do, specially homework." I added. I admit it. Half of me wants to stay and half of me wants to go, but I got this feeling that I should really go.
"No! It's okay Bri. Let's party tonight! You really need a break from hard work." Lorie exclaims excitedly.
"Come on Tori. Look-" she points at Lorie. "Even Lorie agrees and for heaven's sake! It's the Hayley Williams! You're a fan of her right? And it's Friday anyway. And it's just one time. Please, one class isn't going to affect much of your school grades." She told me begging for me to come.
Well, I couldn't stand those puppy eyes she's making, but she is so wrong about the school grades. So I sighed and walked up the stairs and go to my room. I opened the huge doors to my walk in closet and searched for a party outfit. I swear I heard a pair voices shouted "Yes!" down stairs, so I chuckled.
I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a black and red oversized flannel and put it on. After that, I turned to the shoes section of the closet and choose a pair of shoes that can match my outfit. I grabbed my high-cut black converse and slip them on. I fixed my brown and wavy ombre hair in a high ponytail. I actually hate make-up whatever happens and whatever situation I'm in, so I never bothered to wear make-up. Plus, I don't even or ever own any piece of those make up thingy so . . . meh. I grabbed my favorite wristband from my gazillion wristband collection which is the one that has a logo of batman and says 'Partners in crime' and head downstairs.
Reg and Lorie are already dressed up. Reg is wearing a four inch red high heels and a bit tight pink floral dress that goes down to just above her knees and her naturally curly hair is fixed up in a high and messy ponytail. And Lorie is wearing silver flats with a silver flower and baby blue silky dress with a silver sash wrapped around her waist, and her straight and dyed blue hair is fixed up to a french braid that is tucked into a bun and pieces of her hair is falling down on her face.
They looked at me and my outfit weirdly and I knitted my eyebrow in confusion.
"What? I go with comfort than style, okay? And I hate to wear girly things. I'm basically a man." I sarcastically stated defending myself.
"You look like a potato." They said in unison. They looked at each other and laughed. I looked at them with a 'What the hell?' look. Lorie went to the bathroom to fix her make up.
"I think you need a makeover." Reg said as her eyes sparkle from the thought that she's gonna have to do me a makeover. Gosh! No way in hell! She's not gonna make me carry a pound of make up!
"No way in hell you're gonna make me look like a clown! Better be a potato than fries that looks like it has been drenched in ketchup and powder." I exclaimed and basically threw my hands in the air.
Lorie jumped out from the bathroom and ran over me with a hug.
"Okay! I'm ready! Now let's stop blabberin' and get partyin' !" She yelled through the living room as she walk to the door as she throws her hands up in the air.
Reg's college friend, Jenny, picked us up from our apartment with her red shiny sports car which I don't know what brand is or model but seeing that it doesn't have a hood says that it is excessively expensive.
She's pretty popular in their university. But she's not that pretty-little-pretencious-bitch-who-sucks-on-everybody's-dick popular. She's popular for her intelligence, humbleness, good taste on music and clothing, and good personality. Basically, everybody likes her because of how ladylike she is. I can't believe people like her can still be popular.
We parked by a house. A big house rather or a MANSION. I'd be lying if I tell myself that I'd be okay inside there. Who knows there may be drunk creeps and bitchy attitudes.
"We're here!" Jenny said in a playful tone as she sets the engine off. Suddenly I became nervous and scared. I was overthinking. Questions came flooding to me like the "What if's". What if I get drunk? What if someone tried to harass me? What if some pervert come up to me? Then Lorie snapped me out of it.
"Tori, stay chill. No ones going to rape you okay? Don't overthink. See? This is what school do to you. They suck the fun outta' you." She basically pointed to the whole me. Yeah sure. Whatever. I just wanna cuddle with my big teddy bear while watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S on Netflix with a box of plain cheese pizza back at our fancy, tiny, and cozy apartment.
As I walk in, I could smell the stench of sweat and beer from the surroundings. Eww. I'm feel a little dizzy so I pushed through the sweaty dancing people just to get to the unoccupied chair beside the counter top at the far corner of the kitchen. Dem' bitches I came here left me so . . . meh.
So basically what I did for hours is just stare at nothing, watch people get wasted, and scroll through my phone. I didn't notice that I've been doing those things for 3 hours already. Nobody even bothered to offer me a drink or talk to me or anything. So I decided to head home on my own cuz' I know those idiots still be dancin' with a random guy that has looks.
I stood up from where I was sitting and once again pushed through the crowd of trashed people. I was so exhausted so I'm pushing through the crowd lazily so everybody keep over powering me, pushing me to the side because they're dancing and I'm there pushing them out of the way. I just want my good ol' fluffy bed to swallow me whole.
Finally, I can already see the front door when someone walked directly towards me and accidentally bumped into me. I looked up to a tall guy with blonde hair . . . and ocean blue eyes.
"I'm so sorry! Jesus! Are you hurt?" And there he offered me his hand. I grabbed it and with all the remaining strength I have in me to stand up. Finally my hazel eyes met his blue ones. Those stunning ocean blue eyes. Oh how I'd drown in them, I don't know.
"Um . . . yeah. I'm fine." I tucked a piece of my dark brown hair away from my face to behind my ears and tried not to make eye contact with this stranger. This stranger with beautifully stunning sea of blue eyes.
At first, our gazes held each other for more than a mere minute, and I felt my cheeks turn into a crimson red tint as I continue still staring at his features, then to the door, then back at him.
How does one look so perfect? He looks like he was crafted by the hands of God himself.
I was at a loss of words but yet, I tried to maintain my posture and smiled up at him.
I was like a mouse compared to his giraffe like height. I felt like I was staring up at the Statue of Liberty, with all its might and glory-
Okay, this is too much. I'm praising him too much.
"Sorry, what did you say, love?" He snapped me out of my trance and bent slightly until his head was tilted in a way as if he was talking to a child.
It's pretty intimidating for me, to be honest. He's intimidating. My height is like a prepubescent child even though I'm already in between my teens.
"The music around here is too loud. Oh my god, I should've known Calum lied about going out to eat chicken wings." I heard him mutter, amidst the loud music erupting around us.
Calum is also here? I can finally die in peace.
"I-"
I was about to say something about how "I'm such a big fan of your band" and all that jazz and introduce myself, and hopefully get his number, y'know what I'm saying.
But I was interrupted by a guy shouting out Luke's name, making Luke look around the swarm of dancing people, and a hand suddenly waved it's way towards us, making it stand out more.
When the person got near us, he took notice of me for just a second and looked back at Luke with a look.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be back at the room, you're going to perform after Hayley at 12am later, right?" The guy questioned Luke, almost like a demand for him to go to the "room", as I stood there awkwardly.
"And who is she?" the guy sashayed his hand in front of me, pointing at me.
"She's a friend, John. Can you just leave us for a minute, I'll be there in a jif." Luke replied, giving him a fake smile.
Afterwards, this "John" decided to just walk away nodding back at Luke as a sign of approval, but not before eyeing me up and down.
"Sorry about that." he grinned down at me.
"No, no. Everything's fine. Um I uh . . . I just wanted to tell you my name since you asked for it. And that I'm such a big fan of your band and Oh God! I'm just so overwhelmed." I decided to lay out all my fangirling and just told myself to fuck it all because holy! Luke Hemmings is already in front of me! How could I not?
You'll never know if I ever get a next time.
"I'm . . . I'm actually at a loss of words. Geez, thank you, Tori." He blushed. And the he chuckled because of my fangirling, cheekily grinning to himself showing his dimples. God damn! Oh how much I want to poke those.
"Hey. But wait," He stopped his little moment and scanned my face, making my cheeks flush more and my heart thump louder, feeling as if it could jump out of my chest this moment.
"You're Victoria Anderson." he exclaimed as I gave him a questioning glance.
"Tori and Lorie, right? Michael and Ashton always watch you guys. They freak out when you guys upload a new video." He complimented in his band members' behalves.
Michael Clifford and Ashton Irwin? Watching us? Me and Lorie? Is this a dream? Because if it is, don't bother waking me up anymore. Fuck the one who'll wake me up. We've always dreamt of being noticed by them publicly, but we never thought that we'd be noticed like this. But this information alone is enough to ignite the fireworks in me. First, I meet Luke Hemmings and next thing I get informed that Michael and Ashton watch me and Lorie's videos. What's next? Me and Luke dating? Not a chance Tori. Stop it.
"So . . . Where you heading Tori?" He asked, scratching his neck then tilting his head to the side and looking down at his feet. Oh gosh! How cute he is!
"Um, I'm actually heading home. I'm not the kind who go to parties at a school night. My sister just dragged me here. I'm more of an introvert kind of person. I stay up late to watch some reruns of old shows with snacks." I answered, avoiding eye contact with this angel in front of me. He chuckled and looked at me with amazement. I'm scared I might actually melt down in front of him.
"Oh, how about I take you home? I don't take no for an answer." He smiled, looking deep into my eyes, showing his dimples. Oh! I wish he is flirting with me cuz' I'd die if he is doing it on purpose.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My parents doesn't want me to arrive at home with someone tagging along. Like, I mean . . . Uh-" I got nervous and started to search for words I can use cuz' of course he said he doesn't take no for an answer! Although I can say no, but I don't want to. Then he laughed at me. Great. Now he thinks I'm funny. I don't wanna be remembered by him as "That-weird-girl-I-met-at-Hayley's-party"!
"Hey dude! It's okay! I can take no for an answer. Don't take it seriously." He chuckled some more. Okay, this is becoming a little offensive.
"I just . . . I can't stand the thought of a girl like you heading home at 11pm alone. You don't know what's bound to happen during these late hours love." He looked deep into my eyes while telling me of how I should always take care and be cautious because I'm a beautiful girl and there's not a doubt that anyone might be tempted to do bad things to me. I can feel my cheeks heat up again. So I covered them with my hands and swaying side by side like a little girl who's bored. Oh how idiotic I look.
"Oh . . . Um, thanks? I'm okay. Look, I should get going. Thanks for the little chit-chat! And good luck on the performance. And it was sooo nice meeting you." I smiled as wide as I can because that's what my lips are telling me to do. I shook his hand then
I turned my heel and walked towards the door.
As I made my way through the crowd, I thought about what had just happened. Is it just me or does he like me? Or maybe he's just super kind and a gentleman because of how amazing queen Liz did on raising him? Of course it's because of queen Liz. Ugh! Oh Tori stop dreaming! Him? Luke Robert Hemming of 5 Seconds Of Summer likes you? Attracted to you?
As if.
"Hey Tori! Wait!"
I was reaching for the doorknob when someone grabbed my arm and turned me around. I was so shocked, I thought some drunk guy got me. I closed my eyes shut and shouted. Good thing the house is blasting with loud music that nobody can hear me because now then I realized that it's just Luke holding me. Then someone stupid pushed Luke, he was shocked and accidentally pushed me up against the door, him leaning onto me, protecting me from that drunken trash. He's so close that if he shift a little, his lips would touch mine. It's as if he was protecting the most precious thing in the world. I can smell his scent . . . it's refreshing. It smells like the ocean or something icy and blooming.