5SOS BSM Preferences

#84 He Walks In On You Doing Something Weird/Stupid/Embarrassing

Ah, the joys of finals week.

Ashton (Age 15): You were slightly obsessed with Ricky Dillon, and his music was almost always on when you were listening to music. Today was no exception, and Nobody was blasting from your phone speakers.

"You're one of a kind, I'm losing my mind, I'm telling you all of the time, I don't want nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but you, you. N-n-nobody but you!" The dance break hits, and your "dancing" is just a spaz attack of movements across the room.

"Hey, Y/N have you–what are you doing?!" Ashton comes in, laughing when he sees you.

You stop, "Well, I wasdancing." You reply.

"If that's your dancing, I beg of you, don't go to school dances." He says.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" You were just messing with him now, you knew you couldn't dance for the life of you.

"Well, you see, um, your dancing, its just, uh... its so great you would put everyone else to shame!" He lies.

"I was joking, Ash, I know I can't dance." You tell him.

"Thank, God." Ashton says, "I would have had to disown you if you didn't."

You scoff, "I get it from you." You tell him.

 He gasps, "That is so rude!"

"And you are so rude!" You say back, making him roll his eyes and leave.

You laugh, and go back to your so called 'dancing'.

Luke (Age 14): You had a big drama performance coming up in your theater class, and you were constantly practicing it no matter where you were. You were currently in the kitchen standing at your toaster, waiting for your toast.

"I must tell you that I consider your appearence and demeaner here, to put it mildly, incredibly imputent!" You tell the toaster, not noticing Luke come in behind you.

"You come here, enjoy my hospitality, thresh out a few of your thread bare phrases, turn my sister in law's head, go on about old friendship and other pleasent things, and then you tell me, quite cooly, you're going to write a descriptive pamphlet about our local conditions!"

To say Luke was confused about why you were saying all of this to a toaster, was an understatment.

"Why? What do you take me to be, anyhow? Do you suppose, that I don't know that these so called essays are merely shameless libels? You want to write a denunciation like that? And about our coal district of all places!"

Luke stood against the counter waiting for you to finish, "You-you ridiculous, pompous windbag!" You yell at the toaster, causing Luke to jump.

"What?" He asks, catching your attention, making you jump.

"God, Luke, don't do that!" You say, holding your chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Practicing my monologue for drama, oh my God," You say, taking a deep breath.

"Well, you were just yelling at a toaster, sooo..."

Calum (Age 13): You tended to talk to yourself no matter what you were doing, especially when you needed to get  your thoughts in order. Lately, it seems that you had been doing it in the MirandaSings voice a lot more often than not. You would just get distracted with your thoughts and start having a conversation with yourself in the MirandaSings voice.

So, when you were doing homework and talking to yourself about how much you hated math in the MirandaSings voice, it wasn't a weird thing for you. "Ugh I hate math so much. Like who the even heck cares about math? Are you keeding me?" You talk to yourself, a little louder than normal.

Calum, who was walking past your room, stops when he hears you. "It's so stupid and I would rather be spending my time being bootiful." You say to yourself, shaking your head, "This stuff isn't even good like what the even heck?"

Calum knocks lightly on the door, but it goes unheard as you continue to talk, "I could be writing so goodly right now, but no stupid math homework!" You say and roll your eyes.

"I hate Mr. Hammrich so much, like are you keeding me? At least he doesn't dress porn," Calum had walked in, making you look up.

"What are you doing?" He asks you.

"Math ho-" You start in MirandaSings, "Math homework," You finish in a normal voice.

"Why were you talking to yourself? And like that?" He asks, confused.

"Because, MirandaSings is bae," You say in her voice.

"Well, okay, I'm just gonna leave you to it then."

Michael (Age 16): At the moment, you were standing in front of your vanity, trying to figure out to what to do with your hair. You were going to a dance tonight with some of your friends, and it was a lot harder to do something with your hair when it was mint green, thin, and straight.

It was a costume party, and you and a group of your friends had dressed up as different super heroes, but with tutus and t-shirts. Your mint hair clashed with your black batman shirt that you were wearing, but you know that there was nothing you could do, so you let it fall onto your shoulders, and grabbed your phone.

You started to do weird poses, and take selfies, knowing half of them would end up being deleted and forgotten.

You did a few of duck lips and peace signs, being typical - though you were anything but typical. You took a few normal ones, then deleted those before trying again.

None of them worked, so finally you gave up on looking nice, and started to take selfies with multiple chins and disgusting angles.

You were so distracted, you begin to make noises and stuff, and didn't even hear the door open behind you.

Michael walked in, and muffled a laugh as he saw what you were doing. You, of course, heard that, and stopped. "Michael! Haven't you heard of knocking?"

He was laughing too hard to answer, so you stood there with your hands on your hips until he stopped.

"I'm sorry, but your face!" He burst out laughing again, "Can you send me those?"

"No!" You scoff, "You're lame." You say, pushing past him.

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ugh some of these sucked but whatever it's longer, and i said i would do a longer one.

QOTU: name the first song that plays when you put your ipod/whatever on shuffle.

AOTU: Luxury - The Ready Set (my favorite trs song <3)