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Chapter Five - Liv

Liv's POV

"I choose Paper Cuts by Lucy Spraggan," says Tati as she tosses my green iPod back to me. I catch it with one hand, surprisingly.

"That's such a girly song," I whine and look over at Ashton, who responds with a shrug. "We're doing If These Sheets Were the States by All Time Low." I begin searching my iPod for the song, but Luke's arm extends from behind me and snatches the device.

I attempt to reach for it, but Luke holds it above his head. I frown and look back at Tati, who's twirling her hair around her fingers. "We're doing a mash-up, then. Ash and I will start off with If These Sheets Were the States and then switch to Paper Cuts. Ash, it's time to learn the notes for Paper Cuts."

"Done," Tati speaks again. "I'll just teach Alaric."

"It's Ashton," he corrects her.

"Why does no one know themselves here? You think you're Antarctican and you don't even look good!" she exclaims.

"Australian," Calum corrects her.

"How would you know?!" she asks Calum. "You're Asian!"

"Dearest, go teach Ashton how to play and I'll learn the song later." I break their arguing.

"Let's go, Alvin!" She and Ash skip out of the room in sync.

I assume that Tati will be playing alongside Ashton, so I'll be wedged between the middle of them.

Calum comes up from behind and buries his face into my neck. I flinch and he giggles. "Flannel. Mine. I want it back before it rips."

"Ah, Cal. Loving your flannels more than your best friends." I lean my head against the side of his and he pulls out his phone, taking a quick selfie.

"I'm Instagramming this," he tells me. "What should be my caption?"

"My favorite girl wearing my favorite flannel with a weird smiley face," I answer after a moment of thought. Then, my phone makes a noise and I check it. Calum tagged me in the picture, so I check it out.

'My favourite girl @oh.livia wearing my favourite flannel :): #smellslikeperfume'

Luke had tagged us in a picture too. 'My favourite girl @oh.livia wearing Cal's flannel and taking a picture with him'

Luke winks at us from across the room. Then, all of our phones buzz. Michael had tagged us all in a picture. He was quiet the whole time, so naturally, I forget that he's in the room with us

"We should do a twitcam," Luke suggests. His hair is perfect, and I feel the need to dye it a different color.

"Only if you let me dye your hair sky blue," I reply and throw myself onto the couch.

"We aren't good with twitcams, Liv. We need Ashton for this stuff," Michael says.

"Okay," Luke agrees, "but we're not getting Ashton. He's busy singing and talking to the infernal idiot."

"We're not gonna call her the infernal idiot," Calum argues, attempting to simmer down the name-calling.

"Blistering Betty," Michael teases.

Luke starts up the twitcam and I'm wedged between Michael and Calum on the couch. We all take some time to tweet about it, notifying our fans.

"Hey!" Luke cheers to the camera. Calum, Michael, and I chime, repeating Luke.

"Hey," I grin as I tap Michael's shoulder, "I'm wearing your Iron Maiden shirt tomorrow."

"Aw, man." He frowns and I jump up. "I'm getting the hair dye."