M. A. C. K.

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And the spotlight suddenly stopped. But not just any girl on the audience. No- siree. It stopped on me.

Shit.

♫♫♫

I froze. Me? Why the hell would they choose me? I was just a normal girl! Well, besides the fact that I had 'Deep Red'- as the color bottle called it- hair, and a giant rose tattoo on the back of my shoulder that I got while I was drunk. And, I was wearing a black tank that showed it.

But that's not the point. They chose me. Out of all the girls in the stadium- many of them much prettier than me- they chose me. Me!

"Go on," Eliza shoved me towards the stage. I quickly gave her a look as I stepped forwards again. And again, and again, and again, until I was walking at a steady pace towards the stage.

I was freaked out. And to make it so much better, the stadium was quiet. Completely and utterly quiet. As in, you could hear a pin drop quiet. And it annoyed the hell out of me.

Everyone still silent and staring at me when I stepped on the stage. Suddenly, a roar of whispers erupted. Someone- I assumed he was a stage-hand or a body guard- handed me a stool to sit on. I gratefully accepted, and sat on it.

Then, the music started. It was a soft, slow tune. The crowd started to quiet down.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" The one with the black hair styled into a quiff asked me, as he shoved the microphone up to my mouth.

"Mack," I answered back.

"Like the truck from 'Cars'?" The one with the dyed blonde hair gave me a confused look. I rolled my eyes. Like I've never heard that one before.

"Yes, because my parents totally named me after a truck," I sarcastically replied, "No, it's my initials!"

The boys looked at me. Dyed-blonde guy in surprise, sweet smile (or brown eyes, I like brown eyes better) in disbelief, sailor smirked at me, quiffy looked pleased, and curly looked turned on.

"Whatever, just start the song already," I ordered, and added under my breath, "So I don't have to be this close to you guys anymore.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me," he started to sing. 'I've never held your hand, quiffy,' I thought.

"But bear this in mind it was meant to be," he continued. 'Nope, I don't think so,' I mentally said.

"Now, I'm joinin' up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me," he finished his verse as he touched my freckles- which were coincidentally on my cheeks. I rolled my eyes at the songs cliche-ness.

"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile," The one with the the cute brown eyes sang. 'Ha ha, very funny.'

"You've never loved your stomach or your thighs," he sang the next line. 'Ouch, that hits home.'

"The dimples on your back at the bottom of your spine," he continued. I was startled. How did he know that about me? Stalker.

"But I'll love them endlessly," he finished.

They continued on serenading me with the song. Each one of them winking at me more than a couple of times. And each time, I rolled my eyes in disgust.

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As soon as the song ended- which felt like it took forever- I hopped off the stool, and started to walk towards the stairs that exited the stage.

"Not so fast, Miss Mack," I heard a voice say behind me. I silently cursed him. Can't I just get a fucking break? "We want to play a couple of games with you." I stood my ground, crossed my arms and pursed my lips. In my defense position.

I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me back towards the center of the stage- where the rest of the band was waiting.

"So, Mack," the curly haired one started, "We wanted to play a game with you."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah I think I got that from when quiffy," I jabbed my thumb in quiffy's direction, "told me that." Curly chuckled.

"Well," He elongated the 'e', "We want to play 'Truth or Dare'- One Direction twitter style."

"Now, this is how we play," Dyed-blonde told the audience, "You guys are going to tweet one truth and one dare!"

"And once one of us chooses 'T or D', we will show one of your tweets, and we have to do either-or!" Brown eyes finished. I sighed angrily. Not. Fair.

"Okay," Sailor started, "Start tweeting, now!" I watched as the almost everyone in the crowd looked down at their phones; obviously tweeting the band.

"So, Mack," Quiffy turned in my direction, "Truth, or Dare?" I turned so I was facing him, and gave him 'the look'. He chuckled.

"Truth."

"Okay," He turned around so he could look at the screen that had a tweet on it.

"Truth: (a) Who was your first kiss? (b) Do you have a boyfriend?" Brown eyes asked, trying to hold back a giggle of amusement.

Of course. The one question that everyone wants to know.

Great.