Beside You

Don't Stop

Kath: My dad is mad because I've been bad. Oooh can I join your band now? Lol #lyricistgoals

Luke: Shit, sorry we got you in trouble. And yes, you're the 5th tally we've been waiting for this whole time ha you're in

"Who're you texting with THAT smile on your face?"

I look up to see Ella, gracing me with her presence. "ELLA!" Ecstatic, I jump from my school desk and practically knock her over with a huge bear hug, "How dare you leave me! You missed a great deal! I have so much to tell you!"

I rattle on about my adventures the day before with my new friends, but am soon stopped with a hand to my mouth and a, "Hush! Did you just say what I thought you said? I swear to God--I will kill you if you're lying to me!" I frown, shaking my head. At my reply, I am taken aback when Ella grabs me fiercely by the shoulders, knocking her head to my chest to muffle her screams.

"What is it? This band? You know them?" I pat her head, entirely confused.

She snaps out of her mental breakdown, when the teacher begins class, and scampers to her seat next to mine. Her voice hoarse, she leans in and whispers, "Kathleen! You lucky bitch! After class, I need to know every single detail of EVERY THING!" She mouths 'Oh my god' then snaps back to attention, when the teacher clears her throat; but not before mouthing, 'You just met my boyfriends,' giggling to herself.

...

"LUKE DID WHAT! LET ME SEE!" Ella hovered excitedly over my phone as I showed her the evidence that Luke gave me his number. We were walking to the bus stop, now, and Ella was flipping out, catching the attention of bystanders. She, suddenly, started to talk a mile a minute, "The day we went to the ice cream parlor--THATS who I was talking about: my boyfriends (It's a joke, of course)! I thought it couldn't be, since you saw only two of them and the chances of seeing them are once in a lifetime, BUT YOU--!" She kept on slapping my shoulder, "I am obsessed with this band and YOU got to spend a day with them AND get Luke's number!?" Ella tilts back her head and swears to the sky.

"I guess...Their bands name is 'Five Sauce?'" I can't believe I didn't ask them what their band name was, before.

"Yeah, short for '5 Seconds of Summer.' 'Five S-O-S.' I knew you didn't know of them--which is a little ridiculous, no offense," I groan and she laughs at me, "So, I didn't bother telling you about them because--you know...then THIS obsessive, fan-girling maniac comes out of me! I didn't want to scare ya away!" She squeezes me into a hug and pouts, "But, as my super, best friend forever in the whole, entire world and universe...will you take me to meet them? It's kind of not an option--"

I laugh at her cheekiness, "I was just going to tell you...Look what Luke texted me."

Luke: So of course as our 5th member you're coming to our gig on Saturday right? Ps I'm giving you VIP Concert Tix...invite a friend :)))

Ella nearly faints at this point, "ELLA!" We burst out laughing as I strain to hold up her limp body with mine. "Keep it together until AFTER you meet your 'boyfriends!'"

...

Ugh. How am I going to let this fly by my dad? I watch him from across the table, reading his morning paper, whilst shoveling his breakfast in a rush. It was, probably, a bad idea to wait last minute to ask him, but I don't see him much and, every time I do, I panic and abort my mission, knowing what he'd say. "Sweetie, I have to leave in 5. Just text me a grocery list of what we need, so I can pick it up when I return, 'kay?" His weary eyes glances at me from above his rimmed glasses as he chucks the paper in the bin and grabs his suitcase.

I catch him before he disappears out the door, my words bunch together in panic, "Wait--Dad! IwaswonderingifIcouldgotoaconcertwithEllatoday?" I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping for the impossible.