5SOS Preferences

Softball

So I decided, by popular demand, to do a mini-sport series! (Soccer/Football will probably be next!)

Ashton: "Hit it home, Y/n!" Ashton encourages you from his seat on the metal bleachers to your right, watching as you form you position, lifting you bat up and over your shoulder.

"Come on..." he whispers to himself, almost as if it was actually him standing at the plate, just as the pitcher serves the first ball, you not swinging at it at all.

"Strike!" The umpire shouts, holding up one finger as you reposition yourself again swinging, this time, with full force as the ball comes near. Sending it high in the air and over the chain linked fence at the back of the diamond.

"Yes!" Ashton hollers with victory, watching as you, and fellow team mates who had been positioned on plates jog  home, "that's my girlfriend!" He tells the guy seated next to him with overflowing pride.

And he made sure to mention it again to multiple people, more than once.

Michael: "Hey, Y/n?" Your fellow teammate, Sam (idk) nudges you, pointing over in an opposite direction, "isn't that your boyfriend?"

"Hm?" You look up in her fingers direction, taking in the sight of your indeed lilac (it's lilac I swear) haired boyfriend yelling at a little kid, "for fucks sake.." You moan, already standing up rather quickly to jog over to where they both stood.

"Listen here you little shit," You over hear Michael begin, "one more word out that punk ass mouth of yours and I'll-"

"Michael Clifford!" You scowl, finally reaching them and stopping his sentence short, "what are you doing!?"

"Telling this kid off for bashing your team!" He pouts, pointing at the red-headed kid next to him.

"Michael, he's like, twelve. Just leave it," you huff, reaching over and grabbing his wrist to pull him away. As he continues to try and justify his actions.

"To think," You tut, bringing him towards your dugout, "I thought the only problem I'd have with you here was the concession stand."

Calum: "It's okay, babe, you only lost by three points," Calum tries to comfort you as you both make your way to his car.

"Runs."

"What?"

"We lost by three runs. Not points," you correct him, watching as he furrows his eyebrows.

"What's the difference?" He asks you, popping the trunk for you to set your bag down in.

"It's just the correct term, that's all," you shrug, " just how in football (American football... go Bears!) it's not points it's touchdowns and field goals..."

"Oh well, I'm still saying points," he huffs, opening the drivers door, "because the other ways fucking weird whether it's the correct term or not."

Luke: "Blue or purple Gatorade?" Luke asks you from behind the fence that separates your dugout from the sidewalk.

"Blue," you smile, watching though as Luke hands you the purple, a smirk on his lips.

"To bad, I want blue," he informs you, sticking out his tongue.

"Real mature, dumbass," you laugh, placing your drink next to you mitt not really minding what the flavor actually is.

"Rude," Luke playfully scoffs, biting his lip ring in habit just as your couch calls the team over to talk about the first innings positions.

"Wish me luck?" You grin, leaning over to peck his cheek.

"Luck."

*

So guys, my grandpa was over and I was really bored so I decided to introduce him to 5SOS and he actually likes them. Like my grandpa legit likes 5SOS. Like wow. What a time to be alive.

Also, on a tiny side note, I thought I'd give all ya'll my Twitter: @bitxhplzzz and Tumblr: x5saucefamilyx I follow back and all that fun shit, but on my Twitter I mainly tend to blow up my friends notification and retweet funny shit so it's not really 5SOS dedicated.

Skylar xx