Promises

Simple

Sam's POV:
I've never understood love. It's just two people who get to hold hands one minute, and fight and cry over each other the next. I've never had a quote on quote "boyfriend". I never intended to either. That was before Michael. Before the boy with the crazy hair, and the amazing personality just crashed into my life. You can spend years hating boys, and then one person can change that.
It all started at school. I was in the 12th grade at James London Academy. It was a pristine private school for AP students in New York. All the sudden I heard squealing. As suspected, my best friend Anne came running around the corner.
"OH MY GOD SAMMIE GUESS WHAT"
"what Annie girl?"
"I GOT PIT TICKETS TO SEE FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER!"
"Um...yay?"
"WHY ARENT YOU SCREAMING YOURE COMING WITH ME!!"
"Oh...cool"
"COOL? ITS MORE THAN COOL! ITS NEXT FRIDAY! LIKE I CANT EVEN! IM SOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!"
"Alright. Cool. I'm really excited!" I faked a smile and lied.
She smiled "GOOD! It starts at 9 so if we want to be along the stage we'll be there by 4 ok?"
"Ok" I smiled and she squeezed me in a hug. 5 seconds of summer. I wasn't a big fan, they all seemed really conceited. Oh well. Not like they'd notice me.
School buzzed by quickly. learn this. take notes on that. After my last period I walked out to the bike rack and grabbed my green and blue penny board. I skated home quickly and ran in the door. My black hair fell into my face and I pushed it away as I ran up the stairs. I changed out of my high waisted shorts and white muscle tank top, and into a pair of jeans and a Green Day T-shirt. I sat on my bed and thought about Anne. We were going to a concert. I hoped it would be fun.
~~~~~ The Day Of The Concert~~~~~
I was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white muscle tank top that said "Michael Clifford" that Anne bought me. She said I had to act like a fan, so I picked the least irritating member of the band. Michael. He didn't seem as bad as the rest of them. So his name was plastered on my shirt. It was 3 when Anne showed up

"C'mon let's gooooooooo." she moaned. She wore a shirt that said " I love 5sos more than breathing" and she had Luke Hemmings painted on her cheeks. She held a 5sos hoodie in her hand as she adjusted her black leggings with 5sos written all over them in white. I laughed at her appearance as I put on a pair of white converse and she dragged me out the door
It took about 20 minutes to get to the concert. Anne literally ran to the ticket booth to attack the security guard. I just rolled my eyes and followed her into the huge arena. There were a few other dedicated groups of girls beginning to line the stage. I stood there sighing as Anne and I got spots right on the middle, and a little to the left so that I could "have a chance with Michael" as Anne put it. 3 hours to stand around and not loose our spots. Great.
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By the time the concert started the whole place was packed. Screams filled the air as the four boys came on stage to begin their set.
"What's up New York!" The yell. Everyone excluding me screams back. They begin with a song Anne informs me is called "18" which was kind of catchy, so I swayed to the music just a bit. They continued after that with umm... "End Up Here" or something. About halfway through, I looked up to see Michael Clifford staring right at me. I blushed, then mentally slapped myself. I looked up again and he was smirking at me. After that song Michael looked away, but just as I began to think he'd forgotten I was here, he came up to his mic. This, is where the story starts.

"Okay everyone, there's this girl over here by the stage who I've been trying to eye-flirt with all damn night, and she won't even respond. So if I bring her up here and serenade her, all by myself. Will you all help me make sure I leave here with her number?" He yelled out. I looked up, eyes wide. "He's not talking about you, he's not talking about you." I muttered to myself. Then, he began to come over to our side of the stage, and knelt down. Right in front of me. I knew I was doomed
"What D'ya say princess?" He asked with a smirk, extending his hand out to me. I looked to Anne and he has was dropped, but it was obvious if I said no she's strangle me. So I turned back to michael, and took his outstretched hand. He pulled me up onto the stage, and I felt thousands of pairs of eyes on me at once. He kept hold of my hand as he pulled me out to the middle of the stage, and flipped his guitar into his hands.
"So, what's your name?" He asked into his mic.
"Sam" I told him.
He smiled "Sam is a beautiful name." he told me, while I blushed and the whole crowd awed
"Thanks. Michael's a pretty nice name as well." I said nervously, and surprisingly he went tomato red.
"Well Sam, this is for you" he smiled and the started to strum chords on his guitar. instantly I knew them. It was Teenage Dream by well both Katy Perry and the band themselves.

I think you're pretty without any make up on
I think you're funny when you tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me I was allright but
Things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every february you'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep let's run away and
Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch now, baby, I believe
This is real so take a chance and
Don't ever look back, don't ever look back
We drove to cali, and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally got you my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep let's run away and
Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch now, baby, I believe
This is real so take a chance and
Don't ever look back, don't ever look back
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep let's run away and
Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch now, baby, I believe
This is real so take a chance and
Don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

Michael had an amazing voice. By the end I was just amazed. He took my hand.
"So, Ms. Sam. Any chance I can get that number of yours?" He asked taking out his phone and passing it to me with the contacts app open. I signed and typed it in, putting "Sam from the concert xx" as my contact name. I handed it back and he smiled. He helped me off the stage again, and every girl around me was staring at me. Even as they continued their set, I could feel so many pairs of eyes on me. Michael Clifford changed my life, and this is how it begins.