Different Colours // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

        I saw him the same day I broke up with my boyfriend, James. I was doing what I normally do, scrolling through my subscription feed on YouTube, when I saw a video of LukeIsNotSexy's titled "HOW TO BE POP-PUNK!" and I about pissed myself. It featured a pretty attractive friend of his who's apparently in a pop-punk band and they wrote a song together. They brought up 5 Seconds of Summer a few times and I got curious. I had heard She Looks So Perfect a portion of a time on the radio once, and my friends had talked about it, but I never really checked it out. I figured it was about time to do so.

        I hit escape to get out of full screen and scrolled to the top of the page after liking the video. I then started typing "5 Sec"- After thoes few keystrokes "5 Seconds of Summer She Looks So Perfect" was suggested.

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Enter

        I clicked on the first video after the suggested ads and used the McDonalds/Fifa World Cup commercial to my advantage by changing the quality of the music video before it actually started. After the dry lady smiled and the wet men returned to their seats and the narrator told me to go play Peel Play Ole Ole, the music started and some very blurry figures came twords the screen.

        Then after a guitar crotch shot, one of the blurrs came into focus.

        I knew it. I knew right then that if I were to ever meet that boy, we'd get on really well. Like, REALLY well. Like we'd make babies with the bluest eyes ever. That well.

        So I dumped my boyfriend because I knew that I could never love someone as much as I loved the boy currently playing in 1080p.

        I'm just kidding. James just wasn't what I needed at the time. He wasn't a bad guy, at all. He was actually pretty sweet. But I just, am not a relationshipy person. I felt like everytime I said something sweet I wasn't being myself. I had felt that for a long time. I figured that maybe I would get used to it because he was a really good guy and logically, he'd be a great life partner. But it had been a little over three months and I hadn't changed. I was still having doubts. I realized that I probably wouldn't change anytime soon, so I called it off.

        I never felt so low. He kept trying to talk me back into it which only made me feel worse about this extremely selfish decision. Not to mention what his lovely mom would think of me now. What our mutual friends would say. What his assish alcohol addicted father would do. I just felt terrible. Every time I heard the ding of FaceBook messenger, I ran a few panic laps around the house before opening up the message. And with every message I became a bit less emotionally stable. But I made a promise to myself long ago that I'd never cry over the male species. And though there were a few close calls, I kept that promise.

I texted my mom the relationship status.

Me: I am now single

Mom: Is that okay?

Me: Well. It was my doing, so yes. But cupcakes and cookies are still greatly appreciated. It was a little upsetting as he was heartbroken, but it was the right thing to do.

Mom: If you're happy I'm happy. You're relieved aren't you?

Me: Quite.

        After mom went back to doing her job, I decided to take my bass upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed and hit the space bar on my laptop, restarting She Looks So Perfect. I listened to the bass part and plucked around a bit until I found the right sound. I found my way through the first chorus, singing the few words I remembered from my first listen before I stopped to pay attention to the music video

        Just as the prisoner men effortlessly tore their shirts off, there was a ring at the door. Confused, I rolled off the bed and ran downstairs to answer the door.

        Upon pulling the door open I saw my best friend, dressed in torn, black clothing and worn, black-cherry red combat boots that clashed with her firetruck red, sideshaved, and waved hair. She smirked at the sight of me, which was just depressing in comparason to her. My faded purple hair was greasy and in dire need of a hairbrush. My baggy pj pants were stained, my tank top wasn't as modest as I was, and the eyeliner from yesterday had begun a treck down my face.

        "Rae, I mean, I felt something was wrong but I thought it was something bigger than your appearance."

      "Thanks Lorane," I chuckled, "It's summer! I'm allowed to be lazy, it's not like I'm doing anything that requires me to look presentable"

        "Weren't you supposed to be going on a date with James in a few hours?"

        "Welp, I was, but I doubt that would really help him move on."

        "Wow, um, okay. You broke up with him? Gotcha," she never asked "why" about much of anyone's personal life. Not because she didn't care, she just didn't need to. She understood. "You're not really a relationship person right now." See?

        "Yep. But come in and come here! I've got something to show you!" I looked down at the guitar case placed on the porch and grinned. "You're amazing, do you realize this?" She laughed, picking up her guitar case and hopped inside.

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A/N

Okay so, this happened. PLEASE comment and vote and stuff, I mean, I'll definitelly try and finish it this time but it really helps to know that people actually want to read this. I dunno. I'm proud of it so far I think. But my opinion doesn't really matter. Haha Okay. Imma shut up now.