Punk Rock:
Trevor's POV••
"What are you doing?" I asked, amused as she picked at her jeans with a pair of tweezers.
"I'm ripping my jeans." She said casually like she did it everyday.
"Why?" I asked, still confused on why she would do that to a perfect pair of jeans.
"So I can be punk rock." She answered and looked up from her jeans to me, smiling at my face expression.
"Why don't you buy already ripped jeans?" I asked, touching the fraying strings from the rips.
"Because it's more expensive to buy already ripped jeans from Hollister than getting a pair of tweezers and messing up a pair of jeans that you don't wear anymore." she responded and went back to ripping her jeans.
"Why do you even want to be punk rock?" I asked and mindlessly started picking at my own jeans.
"Why wouldn't you want to be punk rock?" She shot back and wiped off the excess string and stood up, smiling proudly when she stood in front of the mirror.
"Ripped jeans are 10 times better than normal jeans," she said as she turned around,"normal jeans are so boring and dull while ripped jeans catch peoples attention."
"Also they look amazing on Michael Clifford so why not me?" She asked as a smirk spread across her face.
"Well I must admit those jeans are doing you a favor." I said and started ripping my own jeans. A few minutes later I heard y/n whisper,"I have started a revolution." and did a tribal scream before running out my apartment.
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A/N: short but simple and cute
