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"..... really? ugh, come on, sydney and i were just about to go out ....... yeah ............. alright, fine .............. do you think she'll be cool with that? .................. oh yeah, that's true .................. okay, we'll be over in 20," ashton hung up the phone, looking at me and sighing.

"so where will we be going in 20 minutes?" i asked him, smiling at his adorable slight frustration.

"apparently one of the songs we recorded yesterday didn't save properly so we have to redo it. would you be okay with coming with? if you don't want to its totally fi-"

"i'd love to," i interrupted, throwing my arms around his neck, standing on my toes to connect our lips.

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ashton and i pulled into the driveway of the la house, careful not to run over any of the screaming fans. it's not like this was my first experience with them, but it freaked me out every time. we quickly made in onto the property, the gate closing so no one could get in. ashton parked the car outside of the garage, getting out and opening my door for me.

"always such a gentleman," i joked, his arm wrapping around my waist as i got out, then we made our way around back to the studio. i could tell ashton was nervous about me meeting the rest of the band, but i knew he had nothing to worry about. i mean, i know how they act, i've watched a couple interviews on youtube, they don't seem like a scary bunch.

"LUKE SHUT THE FUCK UP," i heard from inside, then a loud crash followed.

"what is going on?" i looked up at ash, laughing.

ashton giggled as he opened the door, "well that's michael clifford," he pointed to the white haired boy in the corner. my eyes widened when i realized he was only in his pink boxer briefs

"fuck, michael! didn't calum tell you sydney was coming? you could've at least put pants on!" ashton's cheeks became a little rosy, getting embarrassed by his friend's obviously high confidence level. "where is calum anyway? and why is luke behind the couch?" i hadn't even noticed the tangled body behind the sofa until ashton pointed him out. luke clumsily stood up, brushing himself off and giving michael a little shove on the arm.

"prick," he mumbled, then turning towards ashton and me.

deciding to break the ice, i spoke first. "hi, i'm sydney, ash's girlfriend. nice to meet you guys," i smiled at them, and luke smiled back.

"hi, i'm michael," the other one said as he started to walk out of the studio, "i'm gonna go put clothes on." as michael left, calum walked in, laughing at his nudity.

"i'm sorry mate, i didn't realize he wasn't... presentable," he told ashton, laughing again.

ashton was still clearly embarrassed, but he shouldn't be, it's not like i haven't seen a shirtless boy before, it doesn't change my opinion on michael or the band at all. i looked up at him, still kind of laughing. "babe, it's okay, really, just get goin' with what you guys have to do, i'm excited to hear you play!" he looked down at me, mouthing thanks, then walking over to talk to one of the few guys in the mechanical looking section of the studio. i had no idea what any of this stuff does, but it looked very breakable so i chose to sit on the couch far away from it as the boys set up to record.

10 minutes later, all 4 boys were in position in the soundbooth, instruments and all, waiting for their cue to begin. as they got the 'go' from a guy at the soundboard, the room filled with calum singing his beginning solo. 'i love that accent you have when you say hello/ you relocated from new york a month ago/ that mini van that you drive really gets me goin'/ and if it feels like it's right then it can't be wrong' hey, before i left for college, i lived in new york.. small world.

a moment later, the chorus came in, i watched ashton jamming out on the drums, hot as ever. it was a little surprising though when he began to sing, i didn't know he sang in the band! the chorus was mainly him and luke, and it sounded amazing. i was surprised again when i really listened to the lyrics. 'walk my way, mrs all american/ say my name, no need to pretend/ don't be shy, mrs all american/ i'll show you off, you're not gonna walk away' was this about me? has ashton really written a song for me? i felt a blush creep onto my cheeks thinking about it, that i came to his mind during the amazingly creative process of song writing.

they finished the song and i started clapping, but saw that no one else in the studio did and immediately stopped as a blush crept up my face. the boys started laughing, but ashton mockingly shouted "thank you! thank you! we'll be here all week," then took a bow, which made me laugh even harder than they were.

"alright boys, we got what we lost, you're free to go," the man in the red shirt at the soundboard says.

"thanks dave, i'll see you guys around," michael said and gave us a wave as he walked out the door.

"do you still wanna go out to eat? we could do that or stay here at the house and you could get to know the boys more," ashton said, turning towards me, his hands on my waist. i could tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted the second option, and i was up for anything, so i decided to please him.

"i'd love to get to know them babe, let's just hang here. maybe we could order pizza or chinese or something!" i told him happily, and that clearly made him happier.

luke interrupted our little moment by saying, "i don't know about you guys but i could definitely go for some panda express..." which made calum and i laugh.

"alright," ashton chuckled, "is the menu still in the kitchen?"

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it was about 7:15 and luke, calum, michael, ashton and i were all sitting in their kitchen, the tv on in the other room, take out boxes of chinese food in front of us. michael had just flung a noodle at luke, which got stuck on top of his quiff. i laughed so hard i snorted, which just made the volume of the laughter in the room even higher. luke was blushing and gave michael a shove with his foot under the table, as he attempted to get it out of his hair. i reached from across the table and grabbed the noodle off of luke, flinging it back at michael.

"what the hell! are you trying to start a food fight, whiteford?!" michael exclaimed, flinging another noodle as i held my arms up and shrieked.

it just went downhill from that point, and 20 minutes later, we were all picking noodles and chicken of the floor of their kitchen.

"this is all michael's fault," i complained, earning a laugh from luke and calum, and a glare from michael.

"if you never fought fire with fire, we wouldn't be here either," ashton said, humor in his tone.

"oh, but i had to help the poor damsel in distress's hair!" i replied, being over enthusiastic. luke got blushy again, and the rest of the boys laughed.

yeah, i could get used to hanging with these boys.

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this took me me forever to write lmao sorry, but i dont really think anyone cared anyway ha

alright well now that syd got to know the boys it will get more interesting from here so keep readin :-)

-kt