the text // j.a

1.5 | you spin me right round baby, right round

(irl chapter)
arden's pov

4:37 am

this was the time i woke up. "ugh" i said to myself quietly. i go onto twitter and instagram and see what's happening with the world. because maybe this will make me go back to sleep.

i see a funny twitter conversation between zach and daniel and like them. i go onto the instagram app and like a few posts and fall back asleep.

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jacks pov
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"jacckkkkk, wake upppppp." corbyn says hitting me on the arm lightly. we got seated next to a single father with his three daughters going back home to arkansas.

"whaattttt?" i reply mocking his tone.
"we'll be landing soon!" he says excitedly. "i've never been in arkansas — wait, or ardansas!" he says. i roll my eyes putting my hand over my head, shielding the light from meeting my eyes.

"i have three daughters, olivía-rose, who's 13. libby-marie, who's 15, and my oldest lia. who's 16." damien, the father next to us says.

corbyn and i look at each other.
"ohhhh. well that's nice." we say in unison.
"are you guys brothers?" he asks.

do we look like brothers? no!

"no." corbyn starts. "we're actually in a band." he finishes.
"a band? like a music band? ooh what is it called?" corbyn looks at me, signalling that it's my turn to answer his question.

"um, yes, a music band. we're called 'why don't we' and it consists of myself, corbyn here, zach, jonah and last but not least, the musical genius who knows like six million instruments, daniel seavey!" i say. "they're over there." i say pointing to some heads on the other side of the plane.

a few girls stand up and walk over to us.
"dad—OH MY GOD! CORBYN. JACK. OH MY.. AHHHH THIS IS COOL!!! WHY DONT WE IS ON OUR PLANE, LIBBY! ON OUR PLANE."

i smile at the two girls. "hello!" i say.
"where's lia?" damien asks. the shortest one shrugs then brings her attention to us. she taps on the older girls shoulder and whispers in her ears. the taller one nods.

"um, she wants to know if she could have a photo with you guys?" she asks. the young one then says "please."

corbyn and i nod and we stand up. i take the phone and we take a selfie, then we give them hugs. "thank you so much!" they exclaim. "thank you," corbyn says.

they leave then soon the plane lands.

we get off the plane, and go through the security easily.

"you spin me right round baby, right round." jonah says reading off his phone while climbing onto the bus.

"what?" daniel asks.

"someone wants us to cover it." he adds.

"you spin me right round baby," corbyn starts.
"right round, like a record baby." zach adds.
"right round, right round." jonah sings.

then daniel, i and all the boys harmonise, "you spin me right round baby, right round. like a record babeeeee-yyyyyy." 

we look at each other then burst out laughing. "that was good." the driver says. daniel laughs.

"thank youuuuu!" we harmonise again. he laughs.

we then just look on instagram and twitter and all that good stuff.

i wonder what arden is doing right now.

"hey driver... can we go to that music shop over there?" daniel asks pointing to a random shop full of instruments.
"you're the boss." the driver says turning around the car.

the boys and i look to each other wondering what daniel is talking about.

we pull up and daniel hops out, signalling that we should come with him.

"we'll be right back." jonah says awkwardly not really knowing if we will be right back.

"excuse me, can i test out a few of the instruments?" daniel asks the lady who works there.

"um, yeah, sure. just don't break anything though." she says. "can you record us doing a cover? it will be real quick, i promise." he says handing her his phone.

she nods then takes it. he grabs a guitar then hands jonah a tambourine. "one, two, one, two three, four. take it away corb." he strums a few strings on the guitar then playing it.

"you spin me right round baby,"

"right round, like a record baby,"

"right round, right round."

"you spin me right round baby, right round. like a record babeeeee-yyyyyy."

we look around at each other. then smile, zach goes up to her "thank you." he says while she passes him the phone.

"lets go see arden, shall we?" corbyn says.