Young Volcanoes | Luke Hemmings

Chapter One

*brrrrring*

The final bell rings, and I walk out of this dumb history class, towards my locker. How is it that I was put in a class with literally all the people I despise. School isn't that bad for me, people are nice to me, I'm just not someone people call to hang out with on a Friday night. You know what I mean? Everyone except my best friend, Charlie.

Speaking of, I spot her walking ahead of me, so I decide to do what any normal person would do. I pinched her butt.

"WHAT THE HELL?" She turns around and immediatley punches my arm.

"Ow! Don't punch me, Charlotte!" I fake cry.

"One, don't call me that. Two, you can't go around pinching people's butts and expect them not to punch you," She chuckles.

For some reason, she hates her name, Charlotte. She insists that everyone call her Charlie. It's better than my name. HuckleBetty. I'm kidding. That's not my name, but my dad did want to name me that. Thank God my mother wasn't insane when naming me.

My name is Lola Summers. I'm 18 years old and live in the middle of Iowa. I'm ready to graduate and move out of this town. Don't get me wrong, I've lived here my whole life, and have made some good memories, I just feel like there's so much I'm missing out on. I know it sounds cliche, but I want to be famous. It's all I've ever wanted. If that doesn't happen, I guess I'll be a trophy wife. No, I'm kidding, I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I say, "hey stop at my locker with me,"

Opening my locker is one of the most annoying things. First of all, you have to remember the combination which is difficult enough, then there's all the twisting and turning, and I'm just not about that life. I finally get my locker open and just stare into the large abyss in front of me.

"Jesus, clean your locker," Charlie insults me.

"Which is messier, my locker or my life?"

"I'd say your hair, when is the last time you used a brush?" She replies.

"You're just full of insults today, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, it's all out of love," She grins, "Why are we even at your locker? We don't have homework."

"I left my keys in here. Are you coming to my house?" I ask.

"Of course. We need to do the deed!" She yells.

"Don't say that, it sounds weird,"

Just so you don't think we're that creepy, I should inform you on what "doing the deed" means. Two words. Concert tickets. We're buying concert tickets. 5 Seconds of Summer is going to Chicago, and we need to go. There are many concerts I really want to go to, and 5sos is on that list.

Charlie and I race down the hallway, past all the peasants, and head to the parking lot. I got to school late this morning so we have to walk forever to get to my car.

"Hurry! We missed the presale yesterday, we need to be there on time!" Charlie yelled running to my car.

I was right behind her, key in hand, to unlock my car right away. We quite literally jumped into my car, I put the key in the ignition while she plugged in her phone so we could jam on the way to my house. 

I race out of the parking lot, Charlie and I screaming the lyrics to "Chocolate" by the 1975 out the window. We get quite a few weird looks from the freshman, but we couldn't give any fucks at the moment. We're on a mission.

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"IT'S 4:58!" Charlie screamed in my ear.

"I know, I know!" I yelled back.

Two minutes until tickets go on sale, and I'm projectile vomitting all over my computer. My mom refused to lend me her credit card to buy tickets because she thinks 5sos are wannabe skater boys. BYE MOM. She said I could go if I find another source of money. Luckily, Charlie is a gem, and is buying my ticket until I can pay her back. She said as long as I drive her there, I didn't have to pay her back, but I'll still pay her back because I'm a great person. Kidding. But really.

"One minute," I say.

"Oh god, I'm nervous," she responds.

I can't even speak.

Right as the clock hits 5pm, I hit the "buy tickets" button. I race to put in all my information and confirm my purchase.

Sorry, there isn't enough tickets at the moment. Please try again later.

"What the actual fuck?" I said a little too loud.

"WELL TRY THE FUCK AGAIN!" Charlie shouts. We need to cuss less, but it's a stressful situation give us a break.

I go through the whole ticket process again.

Sorry, there isn't enough tickets at the moment. Please try again later.

Are you actually kidding me right now? This is bullshit.

"I'm looking on twitter, and a lot of people on my timeline are saying the Chicago tickets are sold out," Charlie says angrily.

"I'm actually pissed, I wanted to go so fucking bad!" I yell. I'm really glad my mom is still at work, or should be shoving soap down my throat.

"Let's just sneak it," Charlie smiles.

"Yeah let's do it," I laugh.

"I'm completely serious," she responds, a serious look on her face.

"Charlie, we can't just sneak it,"

"And who says?" she fires back.

"Literally, it's against the rules," I say. I've never been much of a rule breaker.

She just gives me one of those "you know I'm right" looks. We can't really sneak into a concert can we?