Australian Penguin ~ A 5SOS Fanfic

Just One More Thing Before Going to Australia...

I couldn't believe what the hell had just happened. One second I thought I was being grounded and the next I was handed this holy envelope with the best thing ever inside.

"You like it?" Asked mom and dad at the same time.

"WHAT? How can you even ASK that, I mean, you guys just gave me a freaking plane ticket to go to freaking AUSTRALIA!!! I mean, how can I possibly NOT like it?" I said totally loosing it. Well, what would YOU do? I always wanted to go to Australia, like since, forever, and now my parents became fairy godparents, making my dream become true.

My parents just smiled and started telling me all the details they thought I should know. Like how I was going to stay there for three weeks, I'd be visiting natural parks and museums, though I'd be given enough cash to visit other places and buy souvenirs and stuff. I swear I've never listened to my parents so closely in my life. By the time I went back to my room, three hours had passed.

I had three weeks. Just three weeks to pack everything up, get everything I needed and then go to Australia. I had the feeling it wouldn't be enought time.

I didn't even call my friends. It's not like they'd miss me. And it's not like I was in talking mode, I was completetly lost and over excited and...

And my phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I said. No one replied in the following seconds. It was an unknown number. "Is anybody there?" I tried again.

"Hey" I finally heard, male teenage voice. I had the feeling this wasn't going to end well.

"Who are you?" I asked laying on my bed.

"Jason" yup, didn't I tell you this wasn't going to end well?

"What do you want?" I asked, my good mood prevented ne from hanging on him in his face.

"I... I wanted to... eh... invite you to a party at Ryan's tonight..." he said as my good mood started turning sour.

"Okay, Jason, I sort of need to talk to you about something" I said.

"Is that a yes?" He asked hopefully.

"No, it's a we have to talk. Meet me at the park in half an hour" I said and hung up.

I asked Castiel if he wanted to come along when I found him napping on the exact same spot I had been reading that morning. He didn't even bother opening his eyes. So I took off in my lame bicycle full of Simba stickers, which was what made me keep it really.

As I had told Jason, I arrived in half an hour. Since he was just two blocks away, he must've arrived a lot earlier. I met him after parking my bike.

"Hey" I said with a straight face.

"Hey, Rach" he said smiling. #Awkward

"So Jason, why don't we go sit down or something? I'm sort of tired from the ride." "Yeah, no problem" he said as we started walking to the nearest unoccupied bench.

"Okay, well... what I wanted to talk about is you" I said. He might be a bit retarded, so I tried making the subject clear. "What I want to talk about is you, Jason."

"Uh... me?" He asked lost as a panda in New York.

"Yes, you" I said, looking straight at him.

" What about me?" He asked, breaking eye contact.

"The fact that you are always forcing me to go everywhere, you don't ever give me a choice and I'm sick of it" I said, finally standing up to him after months of dealing with him.

"Uh... I... I'm sorry, Rachel" he said looking... well, sorry.

"It's not like that changes anything" I said, though not harshly. I was just pitying him and demanding an explanation. He seemed to get that pretty well.

"It's just... you're like the only one who actually stands me, I mean, I know you don't sometimes, but you're nice to me and..." he trailed off.

"And what?" I demanded answers because I deserved them.

"And I sort of like you" he said. Sh*t.

"Look, I... eh, liked you too, like you were like an awesome friend when we first met" lie. "But now you're like... too pushy and I... I just feel like you just want to bother me all the time, like I have no space for myself at all..." I said. He looked miserable, and I was lost. Even after all the romance I've read, I didn't know how to tell this guy I despise him while he feels the total opposite about me.

"Okay" he said not being able to look at me. Is it bad if I didn't even feel bad at all?

"Look, this has been a lot to take in, for both of us" operation "getting rid of Jason", here we go, "maybe I'll regret when I just said to you, or maybe not. Either way, I think it's best if we like... take some time to clear our heads, because that's what I need. I don't want to hurt you or anything, and I don't want to tell you stuff I'll regret..."

"Okay" he said cutting me off. Was he mad? I think he was mad. Operation "getting rid of Jason" was succeeding.

"So... I guess bye?" I asked. Silence. "Jason?"

"Yeah, bye" he said and went away. I had succeeded. And guilt was starting to grow inside me. Before it was too big to forget it, I bought some ice cream, and after I finished it, I went to my bike, just to find it missing. Damnit.

I called my mom, just to find her and dad were off to work, then I called Emma, and she said she wasn't allowed to go out. I guess hurting people's feelings would pay off by the long walk, so I bought another icecream cone and walked.

O my way I had some deep reasoning. I was like... too odd for everything. At school everyone was already dating, or at least had a crush on someone. I was like "hey, I'm a bookworm with crushes in fictional characters, actors and musicians." Everyone was going out with friends, in parties and stuff and I spent my days talking with a cat. I mean, there was nothing wrong with Cas, and I had a couple of friends here and there, but I just didn't fit in. And I really didn't care at all.

And there was also the fact that I didn't seem to like boys. I mean, Jason wasn't even all that bad looking himself, and he was like cool and stuff. I just didn't seem to like him, or Ryan, who was like... the school's number one hottie.

So when I got home I discussed all these with Emma, which was left speechless. Conversation then turned awkward when she asked me what should she wear to Ryan's party, so I hang up and discussed it with my cat instead. I got staring in return. Still useless. I gave up on it, and stared at the ceiling, just wishing the three weeks were already gone.