Was that really them? It couldn't be, why would they be walking down my street? In a small town belonging to Michigan? I hear an Australian accent that sounds very similar to Calum's. Then Ashton's unmistakable laugh. It has to be them, and I can't help it so I turn around running to catch up with them, tapping on a broad shoulder that could only belong to Ashton. And that's where it all starts.
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