5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#18 Woodstock

Ashton: The entire purpose of going was to get away from Ashton. He had broken up with you and in your heartbroken state of mind, an acid trip and some music would be just fine. As you entered the festival you felt ready to let go. Tents were perched and all you had to do was fine a responsible enough looking person to go on your acid trip with and you’d be fine. A nice looking group of teens were laying out smoking their choice and that seemed right, heading that way you felt a rough hand grab you, pulling you back. “What do you think you’re doing?” you slowly turned meeting a shirtless Ashton whose jeans were a bit too ripped. Saying nothing you tried to move but he trapped you to his body, his steady heart pumping. “I messed up, okay. I know I did, so I came all the way here, barefoot mind you, to-“you cut him off punching into his chest. He gripped your hands tighter and held you closer, “It’s make love not war remember.” He smirked pulling your lips to his.

Michael: It was 5 o’clock in the morning when the Who took the stage and you were sure everyone in a hundred mile radius knew. Your hips swayed as you caught your friends gaze. Michael smiled at you his lips plump in a curve. The more you stared the more you realized how attractive he was. His hair was that of an acid trip, seriously it was magical. His tall frame was broad and open, something that you could slip under and feel secure. His pale skin gave him another worldly presence.  His psychedelic green eyes fluttered shut as his teeth grazed his lips. You both were tired and would be in New York another few days to recover. “Y/N?” he asked stepping behind you, resting his hands low on your waist, “when we’ve sobered up you might not feel the same, but God I’m in love with you.” You could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear.

“What?” you shouted back pointing to your ear.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING THING ABOUT YOU.” He screamed attacking your lips as The Who screamed on stage.

Calum: To most people the rain would have been a bother. Some people sold out and left due to the rain. You two were determined though. You all had traveled this far so you were going to stay all three days no matter how long it took or how wet you got. Most people sheltered under blankets or jackets but you and Calum sat in it for a while. It was a relaxing thing, and so was the music. His hands would travel over your skin every now and then letting you know he was there. Smiling you would do the same pressing a kiss on his shoulder nipping at the skin. He’d chuckle pulling the brown bag covered bottle to his lips and then to yours. This was something no one could understand unless they felt it too.

Luke: Most people had left by the time Jimi Hendrix got on stage on the third day, but not this one boy. He and his group of friends sat together on a blanket various forms of high spread around them. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He towered above everyone else, which was a bit of a problem since he was in front of you. It didn’t matter though, most of the bands you couldn’t really connect with and your friends were all asleep, you didn’t see how, but alcohol does that. The intoxicating sounds though intrigued you and you wanted to see Jimi Hendrix actually do it. Mustering up some courage you tapped the tall boy on his shoulder. “Um, hi. Uh, you must be what, six foot? Um I’m you know, not very tall, uh” you couldn’t help but stutter at the perfect human staring down at you.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” he bent down and picked you up, plopping you safely upon his broad shoulders. Your road up there nicely as his hands curled around your feet. “What’s your name?” he asked looking up at you.

“Y/N.” you replied, “You?”

“Luke, I think this is something we should do more often.” You nodded liking the feeling from up there.

a/n: the dream here my friends, the dream.