Ashton: You had gotten a once and a lifetime chance to travel abroad with your college. It came with an extra scholarship and a whole 3 months in any country on the list provided. Out of your top 3 choices, your number 1 was Sydney, Australia—and lucky you, you got it! So here you were waiting at the airport for the car that was supposed to take you to the hotel. The catch with this whole trip was that you had to wait for the rides the company provided and write an 8 page paper about your experiences. But in the long-run it would be worth it because you'd be spending 3 months taking courses at the university, and of course spending time on the beach. Your plane landed about an hour ago and you were still waiting for your ride, not at all used to the time change. In that time, hoards of girls had begun to line up where you exit the terminal and as a smaller plane landed, 4 boys got off and they went wild. You stayed back, leaning against a pillar, not wanting to get trampled by the girls. As the boys came closer the girls went more crazy, pushing at the gates the blocked them. The boys posed for photos and you could see them signing things, which made you wonder who they were. You peered out into the street I search for the car and getting quite annoyed with the amount of screaming going on inside the airport. Getting really sick of it, you grabbed your suitcase and made your way outside figuring to stand there where it would be at least a tad quieter. As you made your way to the door, you were in a rush, not paying attention and bumped into someone—more like their bags on a carrier, forcing them to scatter along the floor and you to trip over them. "Holy shit! Are you ok? I wasn't even paying attention, I'm sorry." You looked up seeing one of the boys that came off the plane. He held out a hand and you generously took it, getting up off the ground. "Are you alright?" He asked again. "Yeah, yeah I'm alright. What the hell is this?" You asked pointing towards the girls that were starting hardcore at you. This boy, who you actually realized was quite strong, let out a loud laugh. "They're fans." "Fans of what?" He laughed again, "Fans of my band! I'm guessing you've never hear of us. 5 Seconds of Summer." "Oh, and those others-" "Are my bandmates." You nodded in understanding. "You're not from here are you?" "Is it that obvious?" You replied looking around for your ride again. You noticed his bags still on the floor and reached to grab them. "Oh, no they're mine, you don't have to." "It's ok. I'll help." You smiled up at him and you both set the bags back on the carrier. "Ashton let's go! The cars here!" One of his bandmates called behind him. He shooed him away, then turned back to you. "That's my cue. How long are you here?" "For the summer, I'm studying abroad, taking summer classes." "That's awesome! Maybe you could come see us play? Er.." "Y/N. And I'd like that, yeah." "Awesome, um...maybe we could exchange phone numbers so I can let you know when we play?" "Yeah, here." You exchanged numbers and noticed the dirty looks you were getting form the girls in the lines. "I'll see you soon, Y/N." You nodded and a smile spread across his face. You didn't see it at first, but you found him very attractive after talking to him for a bit. "Yep, maybe you could also show me around town sometime?" He nodded anxiously, "Definitely." He turned walking to his bandmates, with a sly glance back at you, he winked, making you giggle. Australia was looking like the perfect way to spend your summer already.
Michael: Your little brother had been biting at the bit to get the new Call of Duty for XBOX; you never understood how he was 10 years old and was able to configure the characters on the screen. Being that both of your parents were at work and no one else could take him to get the game, you were volunteered by your mom to take him. And seeing his face light up at just the thought of getting the game made your heart flutter so you couldn't back out. When you got to the mall, there seemed to be a large array of teenage girls, making you think that American Eagle or Forever 21 was having a sale. As you made your way to the video game shop, your brother's smile grew 10 times wider. When you walked in, you told your brother, "Go find the game, I'll be over there." You trusted him to find the game and then find you. You made your way over to where they were shelving the new Just Dance game, which you wanted terribly. Not even 5 minutes later, your brother tugged on your arm, "Y/N some guy took the last one! It was right in my hands and then some guy just took it." A disgusted look appeared on your face. What kind of douche bag would take a video game out of some little kids hands? Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed your brothers hand, telling him to show you the guy. When he pointed at some guy with pink and white hair. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Yeah when it came to sibling of course you fought, but you felt protective over your little brother and you never wanted anything bad to happen to him. Confidently, you walked over to the guy, tapping him on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me." You spoke shortly, wanting to get straight to the point. When the guy turned around, you were shocked with whom you saw. Much to your disbelief, Michael from one of your favorite bands, 5 Seconds of Summer. "Oh, do you want a picture?" He asked when he turned around. You've always loved Michael, the whole band in general but he held a special place in your heart. Usually you'd be all for a picture with him, but you had different business to attend to. "Uh-um, no actually." You stuttered, realizing in your head that you weren't sure how you were going to get this game that he was holding in his hands. "Oh, uh-alright then. What is it then?" "Well, actually, you took that game off my brother," You said, trying to sound stern, pointing to the game, "He said you took it right out of your hands." Crossing your arms over your chest to look tough, you still couldn't look in his eyes. "Oh, really? It was still on the shelf when I grabbed it." Michael replied with a shocked face. "I'm not calling your brother a liar, but I wouldn't take it from some little kid. I'm not that much of a prick." You didn't know what to say, you were at a loss for words. "Oh...um, hold on then," turning back to your brother, you motioned for him to come over, "This guy said you didn't even have it in your hands, is that true?" Your brother looked at you, then up at Michael, a wide smile appearing on his face. "Why are you smirking?" Just then your brother burst into a fit of laughter, Michael doing the same. "Good job little man, here." He said handing him the game. "Ok wait, what the hell just happened?" Michael smirked, high-fiving your little brother, "I saw you walking in with him, and I didn't know how to talk to you-" "So you used my brother?" "Haha, yeah. I did." "I hope you know I was about to kick some ass if you didn't give that game back to my brother. But now I just feel like an ass." Michael giggled, "Well, now that I have your attention, do you wanna go grab some food at the food court? Maybe make up for playing this little trick?" He smirked and you nodded. "Sure! Let me just get this game bought before some real d-bag buys it first."
