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Chapter 1: Fugitive

No. Nope. Ew. Too expensive. Why does it always cost a fortune to buy healthy foods? I should just go buy 20 frozen pizzas and 20 bottles of Dr pepper and call it good. I'd be fat but at least I would be rich with all the money I'd save. I looked down at the watermelons. No matter how expensive those were I always bought one, because a life without watermelon is just sad. I have a way of picking out a watermelon, it's more of a religion actually. It looks insanely weird, but it always gets me the best one. First you see if the belly of the melon is yellow. Then you lug it over your shoulder, put your ear against it and give it a spanken. If the sound is hollow, it's most likely delicious. I picked out one and spanked it hard. Hollow sound, yellow belly. Excelent. I put it in the cart.

"Watermelons are exquisite, wouldn't you agree?" a man with some sort of accent behind me said. It scared me and I nearly backed into him.

"Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare you. My name is Luke." Holy crap. Luke. Accent. Likes watermelon. Could it? No, NO. It couldn't be. I turned around slowly to find the most gorgeous blue eyes staring at me. IT WAS. "Luke Hemmings. I am in a band. Not trying to brag or anything but, we are pretty damn good."

"No we aren't. We suck." A man behind Luke said. Then he started laughing hysterically as the other two joined in.

"I hate this band. Ignore them." Luke smiled. I looked behind him, sure enough there stood , Ashton, Calum, and Michael. 5 Seconds of Freaking Summer was standing in my Wal-Mart. I shrieked in horror as I saw my reflection in the glass-like wall behind the produce. I had put my hair in an extremely messy bun, no make-up was applied, it was winter so I had on a Psych themed hoodie along with black yoga pants to top it all off. I realized in astonishment that they were all expecting me to speak. "Use your words." Michael whispered. I couldn't do it. I suddenly felt nauseous and knew that if I threw up on Luke Hemmings I would murder myself. I whirled around and darted towards the restroom already feeling my cookies ready to be tossed.

Luke's POV

It has been nice since the tour ended. Just chilling with my mates, living in America for the time being. We were on a road trip and broke down in a place called Salt Lake City. America is weird that way. Salt Lake City? What an odd name for a city. But that's why we love it! We were just killing time at Wal-Mart until our car was fixed. I always loved the produce isle. It was cold and had a fresh food smell. I looked around and something caught my eye. A young lady was looking at the watermelons. I loved it when I caught girls out of their fancy clothes and hair and make-up. She picked one up, sat it on her shoulders and started smacking it. It was sort of adorable in a weird way. I walked up and started talking to her. She had obviously heard of the band because she froze when she saw me. Cute. Then she got all weird and ran away. Maybe I smell bad? I thought. I smelled my shirt. What am I thinking I always smell good. "She ran away...I mean, she actually ran away from thee Luke Robert Hemmings. I guess there really is a first time for everything, eh?" I could almost taste the smugness from Ashtons remark. Shut up Ashton." I said as I walked in the direction of the runaway girl. Who was she?

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Oh my goodness. Oh my good gravy buckets of toasted walnuts. Did that really just freaking happen!? Allyson Sheppard you are a freaking idiot. Why didn't you just say something! I starred at the mirror. Oh well. I guess my dream of meeting 5sos has crumbled up and died. I walked out of the bathroom to find a certain male God waiting there.

"Its very rude, you know, to run away while someone is talking to you." He smirked.

My heart fluttered. "Its very rude, you know, to stalk someone. Some may even say illegal." I say but continue walking. He laughed while he caught up to me.