A normal girl, a normal concert. Or so she thought. Emily, your average Aussie girl has this one huge obsession. A band called 5 Seconds of Summer. When it comes to the day she gets to finally see them in concert she cannot wait to set eyes on her sunshine, the drummer, Ashton Iriwn. Will she save herself from embarrassment? Maybe she'll do something drastic like jump on the stage and declare her love for him, who knows. Let's be honest, Emily isn't exactly your average teenage girl, she is one in a million.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"You know I have a girlfriend right?" "Ok?" "Is it bad that I think you are extremely beautiful?" "What?"

Moving from a small town in Ohio to Sydney, Australia is a big deal for Bella. To her, 'home' is a joke. She has no safe place to land. But then four guys come into to her life everything changes. But will it be for better or worse?

Just send the text I think to myself as I type the words 'I like you' across the screen. I reluctantly, with trembling fingers, press the send button. I finally got up enough courage to send a text to my longtime crush Zayden Breez. Zayden Breez is typing. The suspense was killing me. How long could it possibly take to type the words 'I like you too'? I mean seriously, was this boy writing an essay? Who is this? The words appear across the screen. Didn't Zayden have my number? Maybe he was just playing with me. Keira Mayberry, we have math together Isn't this Zayden Breez. I quickly scramble to type. He actually was talking to me! Zayden Breez is typing. No, this is Ashton I dont' know a Keira. Pretty name though. I sigh. Well I messed this up. Maybe he's just playing I tell myself. But I'm starting to doubt it. Sorry, wrong number. I type before deleting the number and text messages. That didn't go as planned

In which two teenagers find love in the warm summer days, and cool sweater weather nights.

"You know you can trust me." "I can't just trust you, it doesn't work that way."

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.

characterized by unscrupulous control of a situation or person.