Writing songs isn't as easy as what people thought it would be. It's actually one of the hardest tasks ever. People are expecting a lot from our band, a lot from 5SOS and somehow the pressure is at its best in containing me. I've written songs, a lot of songs but mostly I do it with one of my best mates. We'd go around strolling in Sydney and just let the song come to us, I'd usually write with Calum.
But unfortunately, he's not here with me. I had to write alone, and it sucks because I've been used to Calum being there all the time. I called Michael and Ashton, but turns out they're unavailable, Weird. As always, the day must go on and I have to go out and do it. I grab my phone from my bedside table and wore my usual band shirt, skinny jeans and topped with a beanie. Glancing at my poster filled and messy room one last time, as I closed the door and head out of the house, but before I could, my brother called me. "Luke" Jack says holding a glass of probably water in his hands as he rubs his temples, I find it quite a funny image of my brother, looking like a dad.
"yeah?" I questioned once I turned around to look at him. We aren't that close to each other like what other siblings are, but we get along real well. We know our limits and sometimes even joke around with Ben, another one of my older brother. "You're going out right?" He asks and I knew then that he's about to ask me a favor, or more likely order me to do so, either way I'd oblige. He knows I'm off to do my writing session and I'm quite in a hurry. I gave him nod and he smiled. "Do me a favor, buy me some apples before you get home" He explains, handing me money and I immediately took it and stuffed them in my pockets "Fine" I huffed.
"Thanks bro" was the last thing he said when I finally got out. The warmth from outside hugged me on the first step, it felt good, relaxing even. I started to walk out of my village without anyone having contact with me.I admit, it's kinda disturbing when our fans always get in the way, I've said this before, but thing is, I still believe that I should repay them for what they did for our band. Pictures and Autographs are just little things that they want in return, and again, I wouldn't take that away from anyone of them. I made it to the park, there aren't a lot of people here, mostly kids are here and also a lot of couples roaming around the area, I smiled at the image of me and Marian actually doing those, it sounds cheesy as fuck, but who cares? The thought of her vanished faster than speed of light when my eyes found a familiar figure, I found my lips forming a curve of smile. I hurriedly walked to her and said Hi.
"what are you doing here?" she asks when I sat up next to her, she cringed and sort of kept her distance from me, making my smile sink into a frown. This wouldn't have happened if I did not kiss her, it was stupid of me for even doing that. And now, here we are, back to the awkward silent treatment stage. "Needed some air" I half lied but in the corner of my eye I see her smiling. I can still remember clear as crystal of the events that happened on my birthday, though it wasn't as pleasant as what we all thought it would be, it turned out far from anyone's expectations. But if someone is going to ask me, I wouldn't change it for anything else, surely the consequences of my action brought Anna and me to this awkward stage, but kissing her was quite enjoyable, for me at least. Shit. What am I thinking? She's Ashton's sister.
She nods and kept silent. The relaxing breeze in the part blew away her perfectly fixed hair onto her face, and Anna was quick to tug it behind her ear, a cute gesture for me to see. Seeing as to our talk will not actually be entertaining as I thought it would be, I just let my eyes wander over the amazing view. Not a lot of people are here, and I'm quite glad because I did plan on writing a new song today, but fortunately I found Anna and my brain got blank.
"what's with the notebook?" I hear her ask, I tilted and turned my head to face her, I smiled. Though she isn't making eye contact with me, Her eyes are locked up into the notebook that's placed in the middle of our gap. I took hold on the pencil and hand the notebook to her, it's actually a thin piece of blinded paper, and blue in color, it's got some phrases or should I say song lyrics that doesn't really have tunes, yet. I look at her, and her lips are forming into a curve of smile when she saw what was inside.
