Delilah’s P.O.V
People gave me weird looks as I stood next to my best friend with my hands covering my ears. It’s not exactly my fault that I got dragged to a concert for a rapper I despise. I couldn’t even remember the name; it was something like bull-pit or something ridiculous. The music was playing so loud that it drowned out his voice, making it hard to hear what he was even saying.
“Isn’t this great?” Marissa yelled to me over the noise. I know she’s my best friend and all, but it’s hard to love her during moments like this.
“Not really. How much longer?” I shouted back, but I doubt she even heard me. I groaned when I realized the concert wasn’t even close to being done. I got up, and walked right out of the building, not caring if my best friend was still in there alone. I couldn’t stand being in there another minute, let alone another two hours.
The music was still loud and booming even when standing outside. Sighing in annoyance, I took out my phone and headphones and turned on 5 Seconds Of Summer as loud as I could without damaging my ears. I know they were a really old band; they were popular in 2014, and now its 2216. I still couldn’t get enough of their songs. They were strangely addicting. Everyone at school thought I was weird to like 5sos, seeming as they lived over two hundred years ago.
I was only about a minute into Social Casualty when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw a guy my age, maybe a few years older, looking down at me. I quickly took out my headphones, before standing up, and backing away a few steps instinctively.
“I don’t have any money and my phone is a cheap piece of crap please don’t rob me!” I said, holding up my hands in defense. To my surprise, he just laughed.
“No no, I’m not going to rob you,” he chuckled, stepping closer. I stepped back again, not wanting this stranger to get any closer than a metre away.
“Then who the hell are you?”
“My name is Calum Hood. Who were you were listening to?” He nodded his head towards my IPod clenched between my fingertips.
“Why does your name sound so familiar? And I was listening to my favorite band, why?” I cocked an eyebrow up as I took another step back, only for him to step closer.
“What’s the name of that band?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why do you care if I know?”
An uncomfortable silence settled over the two of us as we stared each other down; interested to see who would crumble first.
“They’re called 5 Seconds Of Summer.”
“Ah. The pop-punk, Aussie band that was extremely popular in the 21st century?” he said.
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