5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#13 Pretty In Pink

Ashton: He’s Blane.  You laughed at what your mentor said. Sure she was a bit, okay a lot of weird, but she cared for you. She became a mother to you. Rolling your eyes you turned back to the cash register and began threading new receipt paper in it. You heard the gentle call of the bell that hung above the door signaling that there was a costumer. You offered a vague “Hi.” You weren’t in the mood truthfully given all the shit that happened at school today, and every other day. You didn’t have a lot of money and your mom jumped out on you and your dad ages ago. You hung out with your group while the rest of the school was Richies. You could hear the soft padding of feet on the floor as whoever walked in looked around. A few minutes passed before you heard a soft sigh. Glancing up momentarily you met his eyes: the Ashton Irwin’s eyes. He wasn’t the richest but he had the money, the girls, the car-he drove a BMW for Christ’s sake. The question couldn’t help but come to mind as to why the hell he was in your record store. His hazel eyes flickered to you, a small dimple popping out of this cheek. His hair looked nice today, it did every day. His boots clicked softly as he crossed over to you a vinyl in his hand. “Is this any good?” you looked down to the record seeing it was Blondie. You nodded to transfixed on his eyes to realize he probably didn’t like how pop punk they were. “Well then I’ll take it,” he paused as there was a tap on the window. From the corner of your eye you could see him, Ashton’s best friend, lead Richie. He tapped on his Rolex indicating for him to hurry. Ashton through up a finger showing he’d be a second more, and said, “If you’ll go out with me Saturday night.” A small squeak left you lips as you stuttered out, “O-okay.”

Michael: He’s Duckie. You lay on your bed crying silently- he stood you up. He made a complete and total idiot out of you. He asked you to prom and you said yes. Then suddenly, he “forgot” about it. That wasn’t you’re only reason to cry though. He caused you to push Michael away. You left your best friend for a guy who used you. After two hours of crying you had convinced yourself that Michael would never talk to you ever again. The glittery pink dress hung on the back of your door tautening you. Slowly standing you crossed to it. Anger pulsed through your veins at the thought of how much time you had put into it. You spent your last dime on shoes and took the dress from your mentor’s closet. Your fingers ran through the tool overlay, tightening around its seam. “I wouldn’t do that”, an achingly familiar voice said. Quickly you turned and threw yourself onto Michael. Sobs escaped your lips as you whimpered “I’m Sorry” over and over. His rough hands held you to his chest gently. His plump lips pressed a kiss lightly to your hair. “Shh,” he cooed, “it’s not your fault. I didn’t do my job right.” Your fingers clung to his shirt which you noticed was far from what he normally wore. Stepping back you took him in. His bright hair was combed, his shoes polished, his jeans unworn, his shirt button down, and a blazer to top it off no less. “What’s this?” you asked. Michael said nothing but grabbed the dress from the hook. He slid it off the hanger and pulled out the dressing screen. He gently pushed you behind it. Reappearing, he drew out a corsage from his waist coat. “I love you Y/N, and I should’ve told you before all this happened. I don’t know if it would’ve helped any, but...” he trailed off as you pressed yourself close to him. “It would’ve made the world of difference. “ Smiling he leaned down and pressed his plump lips to yours.

Calum: He’s Blane. Swallowing your pride you marched into the school building. You could feel every eye on you but you were to blind with rage to see who. It honestly felt like someone reached in and pulled your heart out of your chest while it was still beating leaving you to bleed. A thick lump stung in your throat as you saw him at his locker. His brown hair was quiffed up, his big brown eyes dilating in fear at the sight of you. You approached him as he shut his locker door. “What the hell?!” you screamed at him feeling the lump dissolve. He kept quiet his eyes begging for you to stop. “Are we going to prom or not?” you asked fighting tears. His lips parted as he mumbled out, “I’m sorry, I-I...” he trailed off squirming under your eyes. “You what?!” you continued. He drew a shaky breath his eyes rimming in red. “I forgot that I asked someone else a while ago.” His puppy like face looked pathetic as you felt your walls break slowly. “Forgot?” you asked spite filling each letter. “You don’t forget something like that.” The remainder of your heart shattered at his feet. The tardy bell rang but you didn’t care. He broke you; the least he could do was be late. “Say it.” You ordered. Calum glanced up meeting your stare fully for the first time. A mixture of confusion and dread glazed his eyes. “I want to hear you say it!” you screamed. “What?!” he asked. You pressed yourself up to him, “I’m not good enough for you.” You hissed retreating but not before slapping him straight across the cheek. “Y/N! Wait!” he called after your retreating figure but it was too late, he ruined everything.

Luke (His P.O.V.): He’s Duckie. I stared at her from the corner of my eye; her y/h/c fell perfectly on her shoulders. Her bright eyes were drawn up in concentration as she stared at the text book in front of her. “Stop staring Luke.” She warned scribbling something down. “Start studying, if you don’t you’ll fail.” I stretched down on her bed, rubbing her legs gently. “Who cares? I’ll have you to take care of me.” I smirked tracing hearts and infinites on her legs. Y/N scoffed before closing the book quickly. “No, you won’t. And I know why you’re doing this.” A swarming feeling developed in my chest causing my breathing to stop. I hadn’t planned this far in advanced, She likes me back. Now what do I say? But this feeling deflated out of me faster than a balloon would as she said, “You don’t want things to change. You want to stay in high school like this forever. You’re scared of not seeing me every day. Hell, I’m scared of the thought of not talking to you at least seventy two times a day.” I swallowed the animalistic sound of pain that wanted to escape. She was right though, I was scared, scared of losing her. “Which is why,” she continued, “you need to shape up. That way we can get a scholarship together!” Swinging her legs off her bed she crossed to the door frame, “I’m going to go get something to drink, what do you want?” I shrugged a second, “Beer, wine, a juice box works too. It’s whatever’s on tap.” Y/N smiled that smile and said, “Okay, but when I get back, its Shakespeare okay?” I flopped down dramatically and gave a thumb up. I watched her carefully as she disappeared down the hallway. “God, I’m in love with this woman.” I said out loud tugging at my hair, “I am in love and she doesn’t see it. Good lord this would make Shakespeare happy.”

a/n: OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THE ENDING THOUGH! ANDIE SHOULD HAVE ENDED UP WITH DUCKIE! HIGH SCHOOL CLICKS DON'T CROSS OVER FOR RELATIONSHIPS. DUCKY LOVED HER! I CRY EVERY TIME!

sorry, I just get passionate.