groupie - michael clifford u.s.

prologue

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"there's going to be a new band coming to LA."

"Lucy, I don't want to know about your groupie shit." I scoffed, picking at the salad on my plate.

"Gwen, come on." Lucy sighed, rolling her eyes. She picked up her phone and scrolled through a few things before smiling. She placed the phone in front of me. I hesitantly looked down at the picture across the iPhone. A group of 4 boys, all very attractive. One in particular caught my eye. He had green hair. A very interesting look boy if you ask me. I sighed and gave her back the phone.

"What about em?" I said, finally taking a bite of the green food, wiping my mouth afterwards.

"I'm talking to one of them." she smirked, placing her phone back into her pocket, "his name is Calum."

"And?"

"They're coming to LA!" She exclaimed happily. I shrugged and got up with the food in my hands. I threw it I to the trash bun before walking back to the table. I grabbed my phone and car keys, smiling falsely at her before walking away. I heard her groan loudly before running after me.

"Come on..." she sat in the passenger seat, buckling her seat belt. I sat in the driver seat and stared at her for a good 10 seconds. Every single time there's some stupid band or celebrity in town, she has to go and fuck them. She's lucky she's gorgeous or none of this would be happening. It's kind of like band prostitution if you ask me. God knows how many times she's gotten free concert tickets. it always ends up bad. Always. What she usually does, is go on twitter and posts selfies in the guys tshirts, or talk about 'what a night' she had. She's gets hate afterwards. She's asking for it in all honesty. If you go and screw someone's idol, at least have to audacity to not post about it. Lucy is my best friend and I love her with everything I have, but man can she piss me off with this bullshit.

"Just one time. It'll be fun." She winked at me.

"Getting penetrated by band members that I don't even know?" I glanced at her, "no thanks."

She leaned her elbow on the middle console and stared at me.

"What?" I snapped, getting slightly annoyed with her staring so hard. She chuckled before turning back to face the road.

"How does that not sound like fun?" She rolled her eyes, "why are you so scared?" she said barely above a whisper. I glanced at her before sighing.

"I'm not scared Lucy. I just don't want to get attached and have my heart broken in the end." I let out a deep breath before turning into my regular parking spot in front of mine i

and Lucy's apartment.

"Then don't get attached! It's not that hard, really." She stepped out and followed closely behind me.

"You're used to it, I'm not. It's not that easy. I just don't want to feel used." We both stepped inside of the elevator and pushed the number 8, watching it light up red.

"Please? One time that's all." She moved her hands around the elevator and stars at me silently. I fixed my eyes on the changing number before thinking.

I could just go, convince her that I'm going to fuck one of them, and not do it all. I'm not the type of girl to give it away. Lucy is a different story. She'll literally do any famous guy.

'I'm famous' is all you have to say to get her to open wide.

I don't think she understands that those guys are really just using her for sex. For a good time... she thinks differently. She thinks they genuinely like her, but they don't. Sure, they think she's gorgeous, but they just want someone hot to open their legs for them.

"If it makes you feel any better, if you're good, they'll usually ask to see you again." she looked around the hallway, making sure there wasn't any of those little 14 year olds walking around.

One time, Lucy brought this guy from All Time Low over, and this girl flipped out and tweeted all about it. It was horrible, but also amusing to see Lucy pay for her stupid decisions.

"If I'm 'good'" I used air quotes around the word good, "how would that make me feel better?" I laughed at her, sticking my key into the door before opening it. "Lucy, this is kind of like prostitution." I closed the door behind her and took my shoes off, kicking them to the side of the door. She laughed and struggled before plopping onto the sofa.

"Who cares?" she rolled her eyes, playing with the loose curls at the bottom of her light brown hair. I moved her legs before sitting down, only to have her put her legs onto my lap. "I care." I sighed.

"Please?" Lucy crawled over me and wrapped her arms around me. She had a pout on her lip and her eyes crinkled on the sides. A face she knew I never said no to. I placed my hand on her face and pushed her away. I heard her fake sob, making me groan.

"Fine." I grumbled, rolling my eyes. She jumped up and did a happy dance before running into the kitchen and hooking her phone to the little iPod speakers. She started to play a catchy tune that would surely be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

"Now, I have to fill you in on who they are and the kind of music they play, blah blah all that shit." She turned up the music a little louder and sat back down next to me.

"Go on." I leaned back, letting my back curve a little to the couch. She smiled widely at me before looking at the ceiling to think.

"Their band is called 5 seconds of summer, there's 4 boys Ashton, Calum, Luke, and Michael. All of the boys are from Australia." she giggled, "Yes, Australian boys. They toured with One Direction, Harry introduced me to them. They'll be here for at least 2 months to write some songs and other stuff like that..." And no, Lucy wasn't Harry's groupie. She was actually a close friend of his. Nothing more.

I zoned her out. Could I really be doing this? What if they had AIDS? What if they were assholes? What if they were secretly murders that tricked horny teenage girls (Lucy) into thinking they liked them only to kill them as soon as they had their hands on them. Okay... that was a little extreme... but it's possible. Highly unlikely, but still possible.

I'm not having sex with anyone. Sure, I'll go with her so she can stop nagging me about it. And yes, I'm going to their hotel with Lucy, but I'm not letting anyone stick anything up my vagina.

What's the worst that could happen anyways?