//YOUNG.BLOOD//

Scandinavian Feelings

Michael's POV

I woke up at 7:30 today. This would be our first soundcheck after 2 years and I was pretty excited. Those 2 years felt like 50 years for me. I had to search for some new inspiration for the upcoming album. We visited a couple of countries, just to get some new influences for the lyrics. We stayed in Stockholm for like 9 days. I have to say that of all of the countries we visited, Stockholm just stole my heart. It feels special for me to open the tour in this country.

Only 7:30 and I was already wide awake. I don't know what the others are up to, but it's still very quite in de building. Ashton's room is right next to mine, and he is always one of the first to wake up. I decided to text him, and ask him if he would like to get some breakfast with me. As I was waiting for a response from Ashton, I decided to change into some proper clothes. I walked over to the sofa with my suitcases on it and opened the biggest one. I went through some sweaters until I found the one I wanted to wear. It was a black sweater with 'Lost Hill' on the front. I bought this sweater in Melbourne, and I remember Calum saying that it suited me very well, because they always lose me when we have to do some PR or something like that.

After I changed into my sweater, black ripped jeans and my Dr.Martens, I sat on the bed and checked my phone. Still no answer from the boy next door. As I opened my twitter account, I could see that there was already a lot going on in the 5SOS Fandom. I saw tweets from girls who camped outside the building for like 2 days. I shook my head. "This is crazy" I whispered to myself.

Tonight we play our first intimate show for 750 people. Every 5SOS fan that got tickets, tweeted about how lucky they felt that they were able to see us live. That's what makes these shows special. There is not much going on in the audience, only love and happiness. At least, that's how I think this will turn out.

I was dozing off in all the twitter messages, until my phone rang. It was Ashton's caller ID. I picked up the phone. "Morning Bro, how are you feeling today?" I asked in my weird Michael Clifford voice,  which I'm very proud of. "Morning Gordon" Ashton teased me. "waddup?" he asked. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakfast with me. I can't sleep anymore, and since you are always the early one, I found out that you are the chosen one." I could tell, Ashton rolled his eyes at this comment. "Alright Alright, give me 5 minutes and I will be ready for us to go out and get some breakfast."  I smiled. How can he be this chirpy and generous all the time. "Okay Irwin, see you in a bit! but hurry, cause otherwise my stomach will eat my insides."  I laughed. "Good, That's entertaining. Would make the best apocalypse ever" I snorted. "Just hurry you weirdo" I hung up the phone and waited for Ashton to be ready.

*5 minutes later*

There was a knock on my door. I opened up the door and saw a very happy Ashton Irwin standing infront of me. "Morning, mister Clifford" Ashton said with a smile on his face. "Morning, Ash. How are you feeling today?" I asked, already knowing the answer he would give. "I can't wait to start the new tour tonight, I'm actually so excited, you can't even imagine. Oh wait you can, you're in the same band as me." Ashton laughed. I rolled my eyes, and checked if I had my phone, purse and keys with me. Ashton walked into the hallway and I locked my hotelroom. "The others are still asleep" Ashton said. "Calum seemed kind of jet-lagged yesterday, so I think we won't hear from him until midday." Ashton is always the more responsible one. I would have never thought about Calum maybe being jet lagged at all. We walked out of the hallway and into the hotel lobby. It wasn't quite busy in the lobby. Not surprising after all, on a normal weekday. People have to work and stuff. That actually made me think about our "job". I turned to Ashton. "Pretty weird, you know, to imagine all the people going to their job, in the same city at the same place, everyday. We are so lucky to travel the world for the job we love the most and make people happy all the time" I swallowed "But sometimes I can feel the pressure you know. You want to be the best you can, for the fans and for us as a band." I could tell Ashton tried to be supportive for me, because I sounded quite unsure about if we are doing things right or not. "You know Mikey, it's good to be here, to be together with the band and to start this new adventure tonight. You have to go on stage with an open mind and be open for everything the crowd will give you back. I mean, those are our biggest fans man, they won't let us down. They have been so supportive. You can't just forget about that. You saw what they said about 'Want You Back'. Twitter and Instagram went crazy for it."  I knew he was right. Damn, he is always right. "Thanks Ash, best way to start a day, with Ashton Irwin on your side. "  Ashton smiled. "Let's go, old man"

We walked into the city of Stockholm. The wind was pretty freezing. "Dammit, I should have brought a jacket with me" Ashton reacted. I shook my head and laughed "We really need to learn to bring something warm with us, this is what happens all the time."  We were looking for some cute, warm place to order some breakfast. Ashton was looking until he saw a huge sign with 'Greasy Spoon' on it. "I don't know why, but this looks pretty comfy to me. Wanna go in?" Ashton asked me. "Sure, seems quite nice."  We walked over to it and opened the doors. We searched for a nice place to sit down, but tried not to stand out to the people who were already in there. I need my space in the morning. "Come on, Cliffo. Let's sit down in the back of the building."  I followed Ashton. He quite knows what is best for me in the morning and how to deal with me. I can't be with Hemmings in the morning. He always knows how to get on my nerves.

We ordered some nice breakfast. I loved the pancakes with syrup. I could tell Ashton was enjoying his. I don't know why, But this whole time, I had a weird feeling in my stomach. As if something  was just not right. Ever since we started this new tour, I feel weird. Especially when I had to leave home. Can I be homesick? Nah, Michael Clifford won't get homesick, right?