SOS || a.i.

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10-

"Move out of the way!" an older reporter yelled at a young teenage kid with giant green glasses and black hair, shoving him aside and running through the door after the two large bouncers checked his nametag and bags.

"Holy crap," Ella mumbled to me as we watched all the reporters from various newspapers and magazines push each other out of the way to reach the doors that lead to the 5sos boys.

"They're like animals, I don't know if I can do this..." I whispered to Ella , watching the teenage boy being pushed out of the way several more times until one of the bouncers grabbed him by his black and white flannel and shoved him inside.

"Layla we've come so close and now you're going to back out on me?!" Ella yelled. "Well I'm not letting you, come on," she said grabbing my wrist and tugging me through the crowd. "Out of the way fuckers!" Ella screamed at the fighting reporters. They all stopped momentarily and just watched us as we parted the large mob like Ella was Moses or something.

We reached the bouncers and they checked our tags and bags and let us through, trying to hold in their laughter as we strolled inside.

After we were through the large black doors we burst into laughter, not even realizing that our fake badges had worked and we had just basically snuck into a sold out 5sos concert.

"Ella that was amazing!" I yelled high fiving her as I giggled.

"What can I say? I like using the word fuckers," Ella said, smirking at me and sending us both into another fit of laughter.

"Come on let's go," I said calming down and guiding Ella down the long hall to the conference room. We walked in and took two seats in the front left corner next to the boy with the green glasses, which made his warm caramel colored eyes look as big as bowling balls.

"Hi what's your name?" I asked him, retrieving my pencil and notepad from my purse.

"Quinten..." he said quietly, fiddling with the lense on his Nikon camera.

"I'm Lay... I mean Bryce," I said, remembering the fake name plastered on my tag.

"And I'm Kylie," Ella piped up, smiling at Quinten. He smiled back at both of us, regaining his composure a little bit.

"Nice to meet you both," he said.

The three of us sat there in awkward silence until Quinten fell flat on his face trying to retrieve the pencil he had dropped. We all burst into laughter not caring about the harsh glances and confused stares we were getting.

After five minutes of nothing but holding our stomachs from laughter Quinten wiped his eyes and smiled at us.

"So how long have you guys been reporting?" he chuckled.

"Umm... well this is our first real project," I said, which wasn't a total lie.

"Mine too!" Quinten smiled before furrowing his brow at the old man across the room who had shoved him earlier.

"And if I have to keep dealing with people three times my age shoving me into walls every time I try to enter a building, I might as well go work with my dad in accounting," he said pulling a face as if the word 'accounting' made him sick, which it probably did.

"I'm talking to you, grandpa!" Quinten yelled, receiving the middle finger from the older man.

Ella and I burst into laughter again and continued talking to Quinten until a loud voice, vibrating from the four large speakers placed around the room, filled the large hall. It alerted all 120 of us that the boys would be out in five minutes and then blabbed on about some rules and the proper ways to ask a question and a bunch of other useless information that I would regret not listening to later.