Addition//5sos (coming soon)

Prologue

The weather was nice. Nice for L.A. It was the perfect kind of weather. It just stopped raining and the Earth smelled moist. As usual, the two best friends, Connor and Angie were walking around the park. They became friends early in second grade and now as ninth graders, their friendship was as strong as ever. (A/N MESLY!)

"But think about it!" Angie ranted, "Aliens could be anywhere!"

"Angie," Connor sighed, "you need to lay off reading sci-fi."

"No! That's what they want me to do!"

"They?"

"The aliens!"

"Oh yeah...So what do they look like?"

"Anything really. It could that person, that tree, that dog poop you almost stepped on, even you Connor."

"So how do you know i'm not one?"

"STAAAAAPPPPPPHHHHHH!"

"Yeah, how do you know that i'm just waiting for the right moment to-" *ZAP*

Angie took off running away from Connor. Connor had ran after her, but stopping far behind to laugh.

Angie had kept running until *BOOM* someone had blocked her way. "AHH Aliens!" she fell with a scream.

"Uh...are....you okay?" The stranger held out a hand, "Why were you running?"

"Uhh yeah, but the aliens are coming and Connor scared me so I kind if ran." She took his hand standing up.

"Aliens." the stranger, whom Angie now realized was a guy older than her, asked.

"Yeah, Connor's mean." Angie responded not at all shy with when she had smashed her body against a stranger's.

"Connor?" the stranger's eyes went wide. He personally thought she was pretty. In a totally non-pedophilic way. (You perves)

"Yeah." She responded as if it was the most obvious thing. She knew he became confused, so she decided to play along.

"As in your boyfriend?"

"No as in Connor her best friend." A girl about the normal height of a high school guy with black hair purple dip died ends, nerdy glasses, and red lips walked up. Her features screamed hipster but her outfit and attitude said Punk Rock. She was wearing Nirvana tank top, ripped black skinny jeans, high-top sneakers, arms littered in ATL, FOB, SWS, Imagine Dragons, Misfits, Green Day- and a bunch of other bands that will take too long to name- bracelets. "Thanks for thinking i'm a guy."

"I'm sorry." the stranger scratched the back of his head.

"I'm sorry about her." She glared at Angie

"OH MY GOSH!!!!" Angie suddenly screamed as if some was stabbing her.

"WHAT!?" both the stranger and Connor responded equally frightened.

"You can't talk to strangers!" She shoved her fingers in her ears, eyes welling up with tears.

"Dear- Yeah sorry about that too." Connor told the stranger embarrassed.

"It's fine." he said clearly amused," Hey, Im Michael Clifford." he took out his hand.

Angie grabbed his hand and shook it as if nothing happened, "Clifford? Like the dog?'

"Yeah sure."

"Well that would explain the hair, although it kind of reminds me of 'Ariana Grande meets a mosh pit'."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah! I used to have red hair. I got red highlights, but now they are blondish."