The Arranged Marriage ☾ l.h. ☽

One

Close As Strangers {5 Seconds Of Summer } 

One more day, I think to myself. Just one more day until I meet the guy I'm about to marry. Focus on the keyword meet. You heard me right, I'm set up for an arranged relationship. As if my life wasn't hard enough, it's with stuck up "rockstar" Lucas Hemmings. That dumb quiffed blue-eyed, blond whom I went to high school with.

He probably wouldn't even remember me, since he went around with his two band mates, ignoring anybody who wasn't "punk rock" like them. As if.

Okay, really though, I wanted to be friends with those three shits. I was in love with everything they were in love with. I just didn't look like it. My mom would go nuts if she saw me in a leather jacket or black skinny jeans, or even a simple band tee. Even with our uniforms, I looked much preppier than I really was. I have no idea why she arranged this marriage with Luke in the first place.

Anyway, this was all for publicity and Luke would never look at me outside of it all. It was only temporary until he found someone better. Everyone's better than me. But since he thinks he's too good for anyone, maybe he should just marry one of his bandmates.

"Tina, are you even listening?" my mom snapped at me. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. She was telling me about this stupid new shop that sells all organic foods at extremely high prices. I could care less.

"yeah", I lied. She got up without a word and left my small apartment. All of my things were put in boxes except for my furniture. It was bare. I looked around my empty living room. The walls were blank, as always. I had only one or two family pictures that were actually up, since it's just been me and my mom since my dad left when I was 10. That's when I met Ashton.

Yes, the Ashton Irwin from 5 Seconds Of Summer. Shocking. 

His dad left when he was younger too and when I saw him at the park crying one day, I asked what was wrong and we talked, a lot. Every day we would see each other. We were best friends until he moved farther away, and never came to the park again. So our daily meet-ups was just me sitting on the bench alone, sometimes reading a book or listening to music.

I wonder what he'll think when he sees me. Probably something like 'Oh my god, this loser again?', I chuckle.

Later that night my friends Raven, Cecilia, and Stiles came over. The other thing about the whole thing was that I had to move to LA. So I'd be leaving Australia, and everyone that came with it.

"Why couldn't he have just come to live in Australia?" Raven said more as a statement than a question. I just let out a sigh before taking another sip of the many glasses of wine I've had.

"Out of everyone, Luke fucking Hemmings", Stiles said under his breath. Stiles has always been my protective big brother. God I was gonna miss that dork. "That dick wouldn't even look our way in high school".

Cecilia then spoke up, "He wasn't popular...he just thought he was intimidating being in a band". She was right.

"Remember those Salmon pink skinny jeans he would wear on free dress days", I giggled and everyone nodded in amusement. We spent the rest of the night drinking our worries away and thinking about better days.

*Lukes POV*

The boys were asleep around me in the plane. They insisted on coming to Australia with me to pick up Tina.

Tina. Tina Bea Savage. That girl. The girl I wrote Try Hard for. I was such a jerk to her in high school. I knew she wanted to be my friend but I was just too damn shy.

The boys didn't know it was her, and I bet they didn't even know who she was. I never told them about my crush. I just have to pretend I don't know her, or like her. It sounds bad but I don't want her with me. She deserves better than me, and doesn't deserve the band life.