"Bumping" into 5SOS

Chapter 1: Nyla's POV

" MARY HURRY UP" me and my best friend Mary we're currently in HotTopic searching for some new merch and she was distracted by new Walking Dead tee-shirts.
"Ok, fiiinnnne. It's just that I love Darryl," She said after making a face. "And Nyla, take off the fez, you're not the 11th Doctor!"
"Boo you, stop crushing my dreams."
I grabbed my PTV and ATL shirts and shuffled out of the crowded store. "Ew, people." I murmured scrunching up my nose. I don't think I've ever been around this many humans in a while. I was getting ready to take out my toy Excalibur and shank them.
"Let's go to the food court." I say to Mary as she manages her way out of the store.
"A bit stressed, eh?" My friend asks with a sly smile. She knows I'm a stress eater. "Shut up." I say as we make our way through the mall. As we make our way through the crowded mall, I notice a group of three guys sitting down near by. One had firetruck red hair and was wearing a Metallica T-shirt with black skinny jeans. He had fair skin,along with the others. The second one had brown hair with a blond streak in the front. He was wearing a red and black ombre flannel shirt with black skinny jeans, also. The last one, blondy, had a blond quiff with striking blue eyes. He was decked out in a Nirvana shirt and skinny jeans, like the rest. And by the arguing that was happening, I could tell that they were aussies. Hot. Blondy kept checking his watch; like he was waiting for someone....

They were getting ready to leave, when Mary said, " Those guys are cute, don't ya think?"

"Ya think so????" I said with a devilish smirk. I had a plan......

"Yeah, I mean, they're cute and they have-" Cutting her off, I pushed her into them when they were close enough to us. Then I yelled, "GET SOME!!!!!!" and ran away screaming like a lunatic. Once the conversation seemed awkward enough, I slowed my pace. When Mary turned around, I gave her an award-winning-smile and a thumbs up.

My laughs cut short when I turned around to meet muscular arms and curly brown locks. Looking at him was like touching the fret of your cello....

"Slow down there, pretty lady." his angelic voice spoke as he smiled. That smile..... NICE DIMPLES BRO.

"Thanks, and nice dimples bruh. I'm Nyla"

"I'm Ashton, and thanks?" he said after chuckling deeply. This could be the start of a new friendship. And in that moment, I totally forgot about Mary.