and give it up for the long nights and all those terrible fights
were you honest with yourself, every version of yourself?
did you get lost on the side of the road?
if you keep acting this way I swear I'll never come home
Amber's P.O.V.
I was going to start school on Monday. The next day. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy any of this? I want to go home.
My dad and I had been to a grocery store a few streets from where we lived and were currently walking to my school so I'd know the way. "Am, concentrate," my dad warned, "you'll probably want to know how you get to your school without getting lost tomorrow" "I wouldn't mind getting lost," I muttered under my breath, kicking rocks out of the way with my feet. "What?" "Nothing"
I didn't look up one time, and maye that was a giant mistake, because I didn't know how I was going to manage to get to the school - my sense of orientation was already miserable anyway. "Can't you just drive me to school?" "No, I gotta go to work"
His damn jo, the only reason we moved. My dad worked in a bank that had stores in both Germany and Australia, and his job had been moved. Well, that's what my parents told me, really, I just think my dad wanted to go back to Australia.
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The school was aggressively ugly. Or maybe I just wanted it to be ugly. Probably the second thing.
It was a brick building, graffiti all over the walls. It didn't even look good in any way, it was jusst names and crappy drawings that looked like they'd een made by five-year-olds. Only one looked relatively good, but it wasn't finished at all. A guy was standing there, looking at it, he had a gray flannel on and wore skinny jeans - 10 points to him for the skinny jeans. Plus he had blue hair, so ten points for that too.
'5 Seconds Of Summer' was what the graffitit read.
My dad was reading some sign with information about the school on it, and so I walked towards the guy - who still hadn't noticed me. "Uhm... Hi?" I said quietly, convinced he hand't even heard me until he turned around.
"Holy f- You scared me!" he laughed and chucked the bottle of spray paint in his backpack on the ground next to him, smirking at me. Oh great, that kinda guy who always smirks instead of smiles. If he's arrogant I'm outta here. "Hey, anyway. Do I... know you? Because I'm sorry, I don't know your name"
Well of course you don't. "No, I'm Amber, I, uh, just moved here. Walker's Street" He nodded, then smiled. "Ah, wait, you're the girl that moved in next to the Hoods?" "Uh, yeah" "Cool. Well I'm Michael", he said, giving a small wave, "I'm a friend of Calum... Uh, I was there earlier today, band practice, you know, you probably heard that" "Wait, how do you know I was there?" "Calum" "Ahh... So, band?" "5 Seconds Of Summer"
I think I've heard that before. "Don't you like.. do covers on YouTube? 'Cause I think I've heard of you before" He nodded, "Yeah... Where are you from?" "Oh... uhm, I'm from Germany" His jaw dropped "People from half across the world know us?" "Well yeah.. Other countries have YouTube too, you know?" I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. "Ahh, forgot that," he tapped his forehead and chuckled.
"Am, we gotta go to- oh who's that?" My dad asked as soon as he saw Michael. "Oh, hi. I'm Michael." "Evan Humms" My dad said and nodded at him, then turned towards me. "We better get going. You have the first session today" Michael looked curious as soon as the word session was dropped., well it's not like I was going to tell him aout therapy. "Okay" I just said "See you around, I guess?" "Yeah, bye"
