Chapter 2 - To The Stars and Back

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5 SECONDS OF SUMMER'S P.O.V 

"Easy, easy... slowly put the fork down and we could all talk this out.." 

"IF THE FORK GOES DOWN, SO DOES THE PUSSY!" 

"B-b-but.. that's so.. wrong." 

"Mate, it's what we do." 

"Dayum, she looks good in our American Apparel underwear though.."

"LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS.. marry me." 

"LUKE!" Hisses the 3 other band mates. 

"Would your name tattooed in an arrow-ed heart as well?" He winks, flirtatiously. 

"Well.. if you in-" 

"KITTY FATELLE HOW DARE YOU!!" 

"Touch the hair and you're going down."

"Try me" they squint their eyes at each other. 

Calum clears his throat distracting the two girls from their banter. 

"So what made you two psychopathic girls to decide to bandnap such good looking fellows as ourselves?" 

"Well, 

1. It's the 6th thing on our bucket list,

2. You're hot

3. You're talented

4. We need somewhere to be spies before they capture us

5. And, your hot.

Oh, and don't worry you'll have other bands to accompany you in the basement." 

They smile while moving in sync. 

The four Australian boys begin to shuffle backwards until Michael's VANS decide to scuff across the flooring. 

"I KNEW I SHOULD'VE WORN THE HIGH TOPS!" He cries dramatically. 

"WHO CARES?! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNN FOREST RUN!" 

They begin to run until Ashton decides to stop, spin on his heels and face the two girls staring at the band mates failing to escape. 

"Wait, isn't a bucket list for people who are going to die?" 

"Maybe, but you're going to help us to complete it in-time" Caitlin folds her arms. 

"AH-HUH YOU CAN'T GET US NOW! I'M CALLING THE COPS!!" 

Luke dials the number and puts the sound on loud speaker.

"Telstra is unable to forward this action due to your low balance. Please try again until you recharge your phone with up-to-date credit." The monotone voice drones. 

"Shit" The boys stare at Luke's phone. 

"Well, when do we meet everyone else?" 

                                                                -o-o-o-o-o-

THIRD PERSON-ISH P.O.V

"Dude, who's cold hands are on my chest?":

"Why are we blindfolded?"

"Did the fans really just get through our high security profile?"

"Is there food?"

"I need a mirror, seriously, I think a hair is stray. This can not be happening"

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