Fangirl

"Wanna come with us to get breakfast?" Ashton asks me while everyone else stands by the bus door. I glance at Max, who is sitting on the couch opposite from me, with her head down as she plays with her sleeves. I can't help but notice Luke is going, too. It just reminds me of that moment we had a couple months ago, when he said he never went out because he wanted to be with me instead. But there he is, zipping up his hoodie and running his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Um, I'm good." I smile.

"Okay, byye!" He beams, and quickly everyone shuffles out of the bus. I sit myself down next to Max.

"So um. Last time I saw you you were screaming and crying, and now you're just sitting here. Should I be worried?" I laugh a little, tying to ease the tension.

"He. He doesn't love me." She lets out a mix of a small light laugh, and a scoff.

"Wait, what? How do you know?"

"He told me." She shrugs, staring down st her black sleeves. OH I AM ABOUT TO SLAP HIS PERFECTLY SCULPTURED FACE! She sniffs, "I told him that I wasn't okay with him being with other girls all the time because I love him... And he told me he doesn't love me." She squeezes her eyes shut.

"That douche." I almost growl. Ive never growled before.

"Yeah, well. I knew it wasn't serious, I shouldn't have gotten invested in him."

"Uh, no no, this isn't your fault. It's his." I frown, standing up.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"I'm going to find Calum."

"Riley, please don-" I slam the door shut before she can finish her sentence, and stomp through France. Where would they even go? It occurs to me quickly that I have no fucking clue where I am, and I can't ask since I don't know French. Great. Fantastic. I search my pockets for my phone, but I mustve left it on the bus. Basically I have a ball of lint, a paperclip for god knows what reason, and four dollars. Ugggh.

I walk up to a middle aged woman, "Je t'aime?" (I love you?) I say. I hope that's right, that's all the French I know. Luke said it to me one time but he didnt tell me what it meant.

She just giggles, nods, and walks into the crowd of people on the streets. Damn it.

"Es-tu perdu?" (Are you lost?) A boy about my age asks me, walking up to me. Shit, how do I respond? I shrug and make a facial expression trying to imply I don't speak French, and he frowns. "Ne parlez-vous françias?" (You don't speak French?) I frown. I really should pay attention in class, instead of writing awkward fanfictions.

"Umm." I shake my head, hoping that was the right answer. He chuckles.

"Vous devez être amerícain." (You must be American.) He places his hand on my back and leads me through the crowd of people.

Wait it sounded like he said American! Shit I hope I didn't agree to something. He's about my height, maybe a centimeter shorter. He has bright blue eyes, and light brown hair, with freckles scattering his face.

"Where are we going?" I ask. I dont know why I bother though, it's clear neither of us know how to speak each other's languages. We walk past a fountain, and then he stops in front of a man, probably in his forties, with a round stomach, bald head and happy face.

"Elle ne parle pas françias, je pense qu'elle a perdu." (She doesn't speak French, I think she's lost.) The boy says. He nods, and turns to me.

"You is the lost?" He says awkwardly. I nod. "I have numbers of the cab, do you want it?" He asks. I nod again. "Okay." He writes down a few numbers and hands it to me, "There you is." The man walks away randomly, and the boy is just about to leave when I grab his hand.

"I don't have a phone." I say. He looks at me, lost. I huff, and make the little 'call me' signal with my hands and shake my head.

"Oh! Vous ne disposez pas d'un téléphone?" (Oh! You don't have a phone?)

"Uh," Oh my god, come on, what have you learned in your life for this moment! "Si, no téléphone." Shit, isn't si Spanish? "I mean, uh, wee no téléphone." God I'm failing big time. He chuckles, and hands me his phone. I smile and dial the number on the little piece of paper. When I'm done (and thankfully the people spoke English), I hand it back to him. He smiles at me, and places a kiss on my right and left cheek.

"Ce fut un plaisir de vous aider, j'espère que vous trouverez ce que vous cherchez bientôt!" (It was a pleasure helping you, I hope you find whatever you're looking for soon!) I nod since I don't know what else to do, and he walks away. I huff, and sit on the edge of the fountain. Okay. So. Maybe running off the bus wasnt the BEST idea.

"Uh- Riley?" I hear someone laugh. Oh great what now. I look beside me to see Luke. I smile.

"Hey."

"What are you doing out here, it's almost lunch." He laughs. Wow, I hadn't realized how long I'd been looking for them. "Max said she told you something, you got mad and ran out to find us. So I figured since you don't know French I'd come find you."

I laugh. "Yeah, that's pretty accurate. Especially the French part, I mixed Spanish up with FRENCH, like."

"It happens to the best of us." He chuckles. "Come on, Max was freaking out." He stands up.

"Uh, do you want to do something else?"

He stops, "Like what?"

"I don't know. I just don't want to be in that bus all day." I shrug.

"Okay, sure." He smiles.

MAX'S POV

I sit on the couch waiting for Luke and Riley to come back, while trying to ignore Calum glancing at silent me every once in a while. He abruptly stands up, "I'm going out." Ashton says okay and Michael makes this huge scene of hugging him and making sure brings a jacket. I shuffle into the bathroom and shut the door. I usually try to ignore my appearance in mirrors, but today I force myself to stare at me. I take a deep breath, and put on my bitch face. What the fuck has gotten into me? Love? Since when do I believe in LOVE? I'm me! I've been let down plenty of times, and taking care of myself since I was six! I'm not going to SIT HERE and let him ruin my life. I'M the girl who leaves everyone wanting more, not him making me want more. I'll show that idiot.

RILEY'S POV

I laugh as Luke and I sit under the pier on the beach.

"But you know, then he started liking me. Sorta." Luke explains.

"And then Muke was born." Oh my god I just used fangirl talk. In real life. WITH LUKE.

He snorts, "No, Michael's a slut for Calum." I laugh so hard I almost fall over.

"Luke did you just confirm Malum?" I laugh.

He beams, "I mean, I ship it." OH MY GOD HE SAID 'I SHIP IT' I NEED TO MAKE OUT WITH HIM RIGHT NOW.

MAX'S POV

I step into the living room, and Ashton and Mike's eyes widen.

"H-Holy fuck." Ashton says quietly.

"What about this?" I ask. Im wearing a low cut black mini dress, red pumps to match my bangs, and for the first time in a year, my hair down.

"Y-Yes." Ashton nods multiple times, "Sorry gotta go." He rushes past me and locks himself in the bathroom. I snort, and look back at Michael, "Do know where he'd go?"

"Yeah.. I don't think you should go though. You're only fifteen, and trust me, Calum isn't looking for a friend."

"Michael," I laugh, "I'm not a virgin."

"You're not?!"

"No." I laugh, "especially not with Calum." He cringes.

"Oh no, details. Ugh, okay, well, you might get there and he could be-"

"I know what he could be doing. Now where is he?"

"It's a club." He says cautiously. "You need an ID to get in."

"Then how did Calum get in?"

His cheeks flush pink. "A fake ID." He mumbles.

"Hurry up and tell me the place." I huff.

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Michael is so ridiculously innocent, this place is nothing compared to where I've been. The ceiling is high up, the only lights are strobe lights, here's no windows, and it's packed full of people. I walk around for a minute, continuously getting hit on, before I see Calum in the corner, kissing some blonde. He doesn't even go for blondes, are you shitting me?

With no hesitation, I walk over to them. I don't care if I'm doing the wrong thing, this is sorta what I do.

"Hey slut," I poke the blonde's shoulder, and she splits from Calum.

"What?" She huffs.

"Your boyfriend is waiting for you still." I lie.

"Oh shit." She mumbles, and runs into the crowd. Why does that always work?

"Why did you do that? Why are you even he-" I press my lips to his. "Max, I told. I don't-"

"I don't either." I shrug.

"What?"

"I don't know what I was saying," I shrug, and kiss him again.

"Okay but we still shouldn't do this, I mean were on the same bus together, and if you develop feelings for me-"

"We could keep it a secret." I say to him, and inch away.

"You mean.."

"Like friends with benefits. Only not friends. And no one knows about the benefits." I smile, biting my lip.

"You're sure?" He asks.

"Extremely." I smile. Calum bites his lip, looking around. He then grabs my hand and runs me out to his. car. He shuts the backdoor behind me and starts kissing me hungrily.

"You look so fucking sexy in that." he whispers into my lips, I smile.

Notes

Max what you doing girlfriend :(

-BeautifulHood