5SOS Preferences

Merry Flipping Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, and all throughout the world not a fangirl girl was stirring, not even a tweet.

Zip.

Nada.

Yeet.

All was quiet. Tumblr blogs sporting Christmas themes and witty usernames reblogged nothing; not even nemo touching Calum's butt. For they all laid in bed hoping, wishing, that when morning comes concerts tickets galore would appear and preferably, for those oh so sexual few, a naked band member under the tree. (Yes, they're for real Santa, please.)

But there are only so many members to pass around and sharing seems limited so, as x5SecondsOfMichaelx lays in her bed, she comes across a wonderful idea.

"That's it! I know what to get my readers for Christmas!" She shouts, jumping up in glee, racing downstairs, and out the front door. Forgetting both her shoes and the fact her security alarm was set, but it alright, her parents can handle the police.

So off she races straight to O'Hare buying a ticket to the land known as Australia. And in a magical three minutes arrives in an airport, her destination one thing, where ever the fuck 5SOS was.

She rushes to the Hemmings residents first, knocking on the door harshly before Queen Liz appears.

"Who are you?" She asks Skylar, watching as the curly maimed girl rushes past.

"No time to talk, I need your son, fast!" So like that, ignoring the protests from mama H, Skylar manages to find and drag the oh-so-much-taller Luke away from his home, and straight to their next destination, Michael's.

"What?" Michael barely gets in, as he stands before Skylar and Luke on his front porch, wearing Elf boxers and his red hair a mess.

"Come with us Michael, it's important!" Skylar tells him, grabbing his hand, "it's for your fans!" So like with Luke, the three now rush off to Ashton's collecting him and then Calum's until finally, with the band now together, Skylar stops and smiles.

"Perfect, now, could you four do me a favor?"

"Of course!" Calum pipes up.

"You said it was for our fans?" Ashton asks.

"It is," Skylar nods, pointing at the boys, "I want you four, for the sake of Christmas, to follow them all on Twitter. No ifs, ands, or buts."

"That's all?" Michael asks confused, still only wearing his boxers.

"That and I need you to buy me ticket home, but that's besides the point! Start following my family!" Skylar insists, smiling happily as the boys pull out their phones, beginning what she asked.

Leaving many parents to deal with overly excited daughters the morning to follow.

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Merry Christmas, this is me just writing what I wish I could do for you guys, because I love you all so much and you are all my queens that slay me with your perfectness.

*hugs you all awkwardly*

*whisper voice*

Michael in Elf boxers though.

Skylar xx (ho ho bitchachos)