Fangirl

Have you ever stared at Luke and thought why could be going on in his head? He says so little, but I feel like he has a lot more to say. Right now I'm sitting at the little wooden table, just looking at him on the couch while he laughs with Ashton. He throws his head back, his eyes close and his nose scrunches up. I wonder if he even really knows how perfect he is. Probably not. I wonder what it's like being so amazing and not knowing it?

I get up and slide my laptop out of my backpack. I sit back down and open the silver beauty- Just as I thought, millions of messages and comments demanding a new chapter. I smile at the giggly Luke and bite my lip.

But this boy is different, she thought. He looked like everyone else, and he said the same things to her every one else did, but his eyes said more. He needed her, she needed him. Of course neither of them would admit it; they didn't need to, it was clear. He winked over at her, and for the first time she didn't roll her eyes and look away- she smiled.

"Whatcha writing?" Grins Michael, who has appeared next to me. I swiftly close the computer.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"That's obviously not nothing it's like an essay." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and shove my laptop back into its place in my backpack.

"What's up?" I ask, sitting back normally.

"Wanna go do something? I've never been to Paris, so." Michael smiles. Oh my god. Michael Clifford just asked to do something. WITH ME. I'M NEVER GOING TO GET OVER THAT. I look at Luke after his head immediately shoots in our direction.

"What?" I ask the panicked blonde.

"Um. Nothing." He says quickly.

I turn back to ! Michael, trying to be as chill-girl-in-fanfiction as I can be. "Sure."

---- MAX'S POV ----

I twiddle my thumbs as I listen to Calum in the phone. He's probably talking to a girl. He eventually hangs up, and sits beside me, "Hello my love." He smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead. I just smile. How am I supposed to be all sweet when he's probably the same way with ten other girls? I'd totally distract myself with Riley, but she decided she's going to start being a social human being and betray me. Jk jk, she's with Michael. Of course, there was always was her fanfiction.. That's like reading a book from her head sorta right? Must be the equivalent.

I use her computer to find her fanfiction, and click on one.


Ive lived across the street from a boy for as long as I can remember. I didn't say a lot to him, but hell he said a lot to me. He couldn't tell you my favorite color, but I can tell you the names of all his family members. He's been in love with me since third grade, but I don't love him. He wants me to, but I don't know how to love him. Or anyone, really.

I grew up in an abusive home. By the time I was fifteen, my parents up and left me in that house. Of course he always stopped by and helped me with the adult financial things I never learned about, but he never tried anything on me which I appreciate.

This boy had dark, curly hair, just about the most giving smile ever, and just about everything he said made you want to be a better person. I wish I knew how to love him like he loved me.


----RILEYS POV----

"Hopes and dreams, go."

"Ummm." Michael looks up at the sky in confusion, then quickly looks back at me. "Oh, I've always wanted to trash a hotel room." He chuckles.

"The punk rock way." I smile coolly, and we laugh.

----

It's around midnight when I'm squirming around on that couch, trying to get comfortable. Ugh. I try a few more awkward positions, and then give up and tip toe over to Luke's closed bunk. I should not do this. I quietly slide his curtain to the middle of the bar, and poke his soft warm face. I really, really should not do this. His eyes flutter open pretty quickly, "Hm?" He raspy voice makes out.

"Um, I'm sorry for waking you, I was wondering if it'd be okay if i could maybe-" He nods, and scoots over. "Thank you." I say shyly, sliding into his bed. I stare at my feet for a minute, confused as to how I previously fit here. This bed us literally so tiny, how the hell does HE fit in here? Apparently I said that part out loud, because with his eyes still closed, he chuckles in the cutest way ever. My cheeks turn pink. Oops. I feel myself being pulled on top of him, which only makes me more pink.

"Better?" He asks nearly as awkwardly as I feel right now. YES LUKE, THIS IS MY DREAM, TRUST ME THIS IS FUCKING FANTASTIC I LOVE LIFE-

"Y-eah." I bite my lip. Pfft. Why do fangirls have so much to say and only say the normal version?

Notes

-BeautifulHood