☆Chapter 1☆

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"Emma!!!" I woke up to my twin brother, Taylor, calling my name. I remembered that it was time for his first baseball game. "You almost ready? We're leaving in 10!"

"Shit," I mumbled. "Yep! Just brushing my teeth! I'll take breakfast to go!"

I got dressed in record time. I decided to wear my old softball jersey with REALLY short shorts. I wore old sneakers with them. I threw my hair into a quick, messy bun. I ran downstairs.

"We're gonna be late because of you!" Taylor shouted at me. He wore white ball pants and a red jersey that read "Pirates." His ball cap was also red with the word Pirates. Parts of his Chesnut brown hair fell down and framed his brown eyes.

"Okay I'll skip breakfast so we can go now," I replied calmly, grabbing my sunscreen. "Let's roll!"

When we got in the car, my parents turned on the radio. The radio announcer started talking about political problems and the upcoming presidential election of 2016 (the story takes place in 2013 though). My parents changed the radio. They never really cared about stuff like that.

They changed the radio station to a station playing a song by One Direction. I wasn't a big 1D fan but I knew this song was called Little Things. A DJ started speaking when the song was over, "That was Little Things by the famous pop boyband One Direction!!" He was really peppy. I rolled my eyes and reached to turn the station again.

*after the long silent car ride*

We finally got to the ball game. Taylor ran over to the bench, immediately talking to a group of four boys. They were all cute, about the same height. They all had a fringey type hair style, almost like an emo hair cut but with a Bieber twist to it. Taylor pointed to us and the one who was Korean looked embarrassed. The one with light brown hair that looked like it was going to fall out came over to us, smiling.

"Hello Taylor's family, nice to meet you! My name's Michael but you can call me Mikey!" He had an Australian accent. I couldn't tell if he was faking it though, because we lived in Central America.

The twin brothers and Taylor came over. "Hiiiii my name's Ashton and I like warm hugs!" He exclaimed, holding his arms out wide. He frowned when no one took his offer, but his twin -who didn't look so much like him up close -finally hugged him, leaving Ashton happy. "I also like long walks on the beach, baseball, friends,and playing drums!"

"Hi Ashton!" My mom said. My mother was middle aged, with ginger hair. Her skin was pale but it looked nice on her. She had faint freckles that were barely noticable. She almost never wore makeup, mostly because a) she didn't need it being as beautiful as she was and b) she was part of a society that tried to make girls feel better about themselves. Obviously the society isn't doing much because...well have you seen Miley Cyrus recently?! That's enough proof for me that it is a failed society.

She shook his hand and he backed up, making room for his twin to come up to introduce himself. "Hey, my name is Luke and uhhh yea," he spoke quietly. His voice was like heaven. He seemed like a really awkward person. He shook his head, trying to fix his hair in the process. I recognized "the flip" as the Bieber flip. Lord help me! If these boys like JB, then they can forget about seeing me again!

I smiled at them all, but then looked nervously at the Korean one, realizing he had still looked nervous and hadn't come over yet. "Hi my name is Emma and I'm worried about the Korean one, but it's nice meeting you all!" They all giggled, but I only heard Ashton's laugh.

"He's. Not. Korean!" Ashton said through fits of laughter. Why the hell did they find this so funny?! My stomach clenched, thinking they'd think I was racist.

"Japanese?"

"Nope!" Michael shouted, being really cheeky.

"Chinese?"

"HE'S NOT ASIAN!!!" Ashton screamed, clearly enjoying this. It was also clear that he was trying to make the not Asian one hear him. He did. He looked over and finally walked to us.

"Hello I'm Calum, I'm not Asian, and im single. WAIT WHAT?! I mean I am single but wait-Ash, help!" Michael said, trying to mock the not Asian one.

The not Asian one glared at Mikey, playfully punched him, and started talking. "Hello. I'm Calum and I am NOT single. I'm not Asian." He must've seen me blushing and added, " but everyone thinks I am so don't worry about it!"

I sighed. This was one weird mix of boys. How did Taylor manage to be friends with them?! And why the fuck do they have Australian accents?! Ugh, whatever.

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