5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

#8 I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket - Pierce The Veil

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Calum:

Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars

You couldn't take it any more. You needed Calum. He was your whole life, and he was at the other side of the world. On tour, enjoying life at its fullest, while you sat at home, worried about him and what was maybe going on.

You trusted him 100%, it was just the cheap skanks that would throw themselves at your Calum that you didn't trust.

You looked out the open window of your room as you sat up in the bed. The mattress felt so empty without his presence. As you looked out the window, a shooting star raced across the pitch black sky.

A falling star.

You had always been superstitious, so now was your chance to wish upon the dying star.

"Please come back to me, Cal."

Ashton:

Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes

Ashton's POV

I sighed as I pulled my ringing phone from my pocket, looking at the caller ID.

Y/N.

But she said she didn't want to have anything to do with me. She said I put the band before her. She was staying at a hotel, from what her friends told me. She couldn't stand another minute living in our shared flat. I quickly answered the call, eager to hear her voice once again.

"Ashy!" She cheered as she realised I had answered. She seemed drunk, which was very unlike her.

"Are you ok?" I asked her frantically.

"Well, I got drunk...........and did something.......... it doesn't matter! But I got kicked out.........of the hotel I'm.....staying in......my shoes are.......missing!" She said in between tipsy giggles.

This was my chance to win her back! If I take care of her, sober her up and let her sleep here, she might see how much I care for her.

"I'm on my way!"

Luke:

Trigger warning (maybe)

This one is done in first person, because it was too hard to write it at is I'm you, if you know what I mean.

Slow conversations with a gun, mean more than I've ever said to anyone

I sat on the roof of the house, balancing the weighty pistol in my hands. The weapon that would soon enough cause my last breath on this miserable planet.

This was it. I'm a wasted existence. Luke will be upset, maybe. But I'm just a useless burden on his shoulder that he would benefit without.

He was my world, but I knew that this was for the better. Everyone would be better off without me here.

I traced the cool metal of the loaded barrel before bringing it up to my head.

"I love you, Luke," I said, as I pulled the trigger.

But of course he made it to me in time, slapping the gun from my hand and saving me from myself.

Michael:

But I will soon forget the colour of your eyes, and you'll forget mine

Michael's POV

I looked deep into Y/N's tear stricken eyes as I held her beautiful face in my hands, bringing it as close to mine as possible. I needed to savour the many elements of colour that laid within those precious eyes while I could.

I was leaving her for six months, on tour.

I couldn't forget the flecks of green and gold that danced in those eyes.

Or the way that, in the light, one of her eyes turned lighter than the other.

Or how an extremely thin black ring separated the white of her eyes from the iris.

I wasn't going to let myself forget all these beautiful features about those wonderful eyes that made them my favourite element about her.

"Please come back as soon as you can," She requested in a broken down whisper, and I could only reply with a kiss, before turning around and heading to the plane.

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But literally, the lyrics for the Michael one are my favourite in the whole song!