"Must we?" Calum moaned to all of us as we were getting ready to go to the fair. We al gave him a look that basically said "shut the fuck up".
And he did.
"Yes we must Calum." I said smiling to him. I was digging through my laundry basket in the living room to find something to wear.
"Why?" He asked. I shot my head up and looked at him in total shock.
"Don't tell me you are seriously asking why." Ashton said, his mouth hangs open in shock.
"Calum Thomas Hood. Tsk Tsk." Michael laughs. Calum looks really confused.
"We have to go because we have gone together every year since Stell moved here dumb fuck. We can't break the traditon now!Especially not before college. It could be the last time we do this Cal." Luke explained. Now Calum looks pretty much depressed.
"Oh. Im sorry guys.. Ive just had a lot on my mind and I have been kind of forgetful lately." Cal says. I grab some clothes from the basket i was diggin through and walk over to him. I give him a comforting hug.
"it'll be okay Cal." I smile and tell him. All the other boys come around and envelope us in a giant group hug.
I have to say, I love our group hugs.
Michael always wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my back. Luke's giant arms basically grab all of us and hold us tightly. And Ash just tops it off by jumping on us and jumping up and down smiling. I swear he is seven years old.
"Okay I'm gonna go change, then lets head out, yeah?" I say to the boys. They nod and I head to my room.
I chose to wear black light wheight cargo pants and roll them up, a black tank top that has pink and blue flowers on it. And my favorite pair of vans. I straightened my hair really quickly, and put a Vans Off The Wall floral snapback on. I put some lip gloss and mascara on, along with some blue eye liner on my water line. I smiled at my appearence and exited my room.
"Yes! Fair time!" Ashton squealed and jumped off the couch. The other boys grabbed various things they wanted to bring like sunglasses, a snapback, or their earbuds. We all decided to take my VW Bug.
"Can we listen to All Time Low please Stells?" Luke whines to me from the backseat. I stick my tongue out at him in the mirror and toss him my phone.
"You pick it them Hemmings." I laugh and light up a ciggarette for myself.
"Hand it over I want some." Michael says to me. I hand it to him and he takes a long drag before flicking it out the window.
"Luke! Pick a song already!" Ashton says. Luke rolls his eyes.
"Fine Fine here this is a good one."
"Lazy lover Find a place for me again. You felt it once before. I know you did could see it"
"Backseat Serenade! Yes!" Calum smiles and bounces up and down in his seat. I laugh at them and bob my head along to the music.
"Whiskey Princess. Drink me under, pull me in. You had me at come over boy, I need a friend, I understand.
Backseat serenade. Dizzy hurricane.Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.You're salty like a summer day,Kiss the sweat away,To your radio
Backseat serenade.Little hand grenade. Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the pain away,To your radio"
The car is filled with all our voices, screaming the lyrics as we drive to the fair. It was the most fun. We always went around to the rides and baught too much food. And too much junk we didnt need. I always wanted tos ee the animals but the boys said it smelled too much in the stalls where they were kept. Even though those boys were picky assshoels I adore them.
You take me over.I throw you up against the wall. We've seen it all before. But this one's different, It's deliberate
You send me reeling. Calling out to you for more. The value of this moment lives in metaphor, Yeah, through it all.
Backseat serenade. Dizzy hurricane. Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the sweat away, To your radio
Backseat serenade. Little hand grenade. Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the pain away, To your radio
Backseat serenade. Dizzy hurricane. Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the sweat away, To your radio
Backseat serenade. Little hand grenade. Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the pain away, To your radio.
Oh god im sick of sleeping alone."
I loved these times with the boys. Just singing our hearts out. Nothing else mattered between us at those points. Just music and th wind in my hair. It was perfection in a single moment. I wish that those moments could have lasted forever.
HI!! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO Fab_Fanfic_Covers FOR MAKING ME A BEAUTIFUL COVER FOR THIS STORY! THANKS AGAIN!!!
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