Michael's POV

"A RAINBOW!" We all scream, running outside.

"Guys, you're on stage in two minutes!" The security guard, Tom, yells at us.

"SELFIE!" I scream, holding up my phone. We all laugh and stare more at the rainbow.

"THIRTY SECONDS." Tom says. We all jog back on stage.

"Shiiit." Luke whispers, grabbing his guitar

Riley's POV

I sit in class, staring at the picture of 5SOS and the rainbow. Are you fucking with me right now. I sigh. Sometimes I wonder why I even like them. Yet, I still have those fangirl butterflies in my stomach at the sight of Michael's face. I'm kind of stuck in between Luke and Michael lanes right now.

"Riley." Cole whispers from across me.

"What." I mumble, running my finger over Mikey's kitten of a face.

"Stop being a creep." He whispers.

"Stop being so goth." I reply, saving the picture to my phone.

"I'm just saying- 5SOS is boyband trash. Black Veil Bri-"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" I ask, suddenly looking up. Luckily, it's group time, so I can talk loud. "5 Seconds of Summer is NOT a "boy band", COLE. They play their own instruments, they write their OWN songs, a lot of their songs aren't about liking a girl, not all of them are upbeat, love yourself TRASH that gets in the top fifty charts. They write about REAL problems that other artists REFUSE to write about, like losing family, family issues, being invisible, not knowing who you are, poverty, body image, so you can just shut the fuck up, mkay? Because boyband spelled backwards is dnabyob, and that means nothing. Just like your opinion." I smile.

He sighs, and leans back in his chair, "Whatever." He mumbles. I laugh to myself, and continue scrolling down the screen.

"So- Class, let me interrupt, you have two more days to submit work for the competition. Poems ARE allowed." She smiles at me. I immediately grab my torn up notebook and rip several pages out of it, placing them neatly in the box of submissions. I smile to myself and sit back down, Cole looking at me like I'm crazy.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He puts his hand in the air.

Luke's POV

I sit at my desk, reading the computer screen.

“What do you WANT, Luke?!” I yell, as he grabs my wrist and pulls me around to face him, the rain making his hair stick to his face. Tears mix with raindrops on my face.

“Just stop running away!” He pleads. I look at the ground, the hair behind my ear falling out. I look back up at him.

“Why? Why should I stop running? Hm?” I ask, the tears becoming more visible.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” He yells, just as I hear thunder. He finally said it. Without saying anything, I cup his face with my hands and kiss him, him wrapping his arms around my waist.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey guys :) So here's another chapter, sorry I haven't been active lately. Exams are a bitch.

-R.S.

COMMENTS:

mukeisreal96: UPDAAATTE.

I type in, then let out a sigh.

"Dude are you reading fan fictions about us?" Calum asks, laughing.

"Yeah, so? You do too." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, but only R.S's. Who are you reading?"

"R.S." I say, like duh.

"Oh, okay. Did she update?"

"Four days ago." I groan.

"I bet she's hot." Michael says from the couch, on his phone.

Cal laughs, "Huh?"

"I bet she's hot." Mike repeats, thrusting his hips.

"Oh my god." Ashton rolls his eyes, walking in, "Why did I join this band." He sighs.

"Because you love us." Calum gushes.

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