Fangirl
Thanks For Making My Dream Come True
Riley
Luke only got to stay for two days, since this is the serious part of writing an album. They have all their songs, they just need to finish them, so he went back to help out more than he has been.
We barely talked about the wall and what I wrote, when we got back to my house and I asked if he was cool with what it said, he just smiled and said yes. What does that give me to work with? I don't want to get married right now, maybe a few years, but I wanted more of a response from it, I suppose.
Thankfully, I finally found a job, and if I'm lucky in a few months I'll be able to move out of my mom's. I'm not sure where I'll go, though. I'm an adult, with the money for it I can basically move anywhere I want to. Like New York. No, New York's too much of a big deal. I could move to Seattle. I like it there. I mean, the one time I was there for a weekend I liked it. Maybe Luke would be cool with me moving to L.A., if it's not too clingy and weird.
Luke
"But what happens when we go on tour?" I hear Michael ask. We're currently in an incredibly painful conversation about how fucking hard long distance is. You know, I didn't really mind it until he started scaring me. "We'll basically never see them again. They- Or at least Riley, can't go on tour with us again since she doesn't want attention drawn towards her."
"I'm sure it'll all work out." I sigh.
"What if it doesn't? Don't they deserve better than that?" Michael asks. "They shouldn't have to deal with us running around the world and only talking to them on technology for the rest of our lives."
"What are you suggesting." I ask, not really interested.
"Nothing. I'm just scared. We don't give them enough. Max is living in my house right now, and I'm not even there. Riley is- What is she doing?"
I think for a second. Oh god. What IS Riley doing lately? Come on, I JUST saw her, there's got to be something. "She got a job." I say.
"Really? Where?" Michael raises his eyebrows. Oh no. I don't even know where my own girlfriend works. I am literally the worst boyfriend of all time. Shit, I don't give her enough! I don't know anything about her anymore!
"Uh, I'm going to go for a walk." I say, and hardly remember to put on shoes before I walk outside into the rain.
Calum
I'm sitting in a brightly lit cafe, listening to the what sounds like elevator music as I try and finish this song. Ashton is all over my ass abut finishing it before the deadline, so it looks like my laid back approach won't cut it here. This is the only place I could think of that didn't have any distractions. I doubt a teenage girl with a 5SOS shirt is going to walk into a tiny cafe at midnight.
"Excuse me?" I hear a girl ask. Well, great. Looks like this spot won't do. I look up at her, and raise my eyebrows a little. Wow. Um. W-Wow. "Do you want anything? You've been sitting here for two hours and haven't ordered anything." She laughs.
"Oh, uh," Crap, crap, think Calum! My mind starts spacing out as I stare at her, but I quickly snap out of it, "tea?"
"Mkay, what kind?" She smiles politely.
"Chamomile." I say, trying not to stutter.
"My favourite." She smiles with her teeth, and then walks back behind the counter. Looking up has made me realize no one else is here anymore. Shit, am I that creepy guy in the corner hogging a table and staring at a notebook for hours? Yes, yes I am. I look over back at the girl, and bite my lip out of habit, but quickly stop when I realize. She has long, naturally blonde hair, the kind that's kind of blonde and kind of white. Perfect curves, and her left arm is a full sleeve of tattoos. Her lips are full and pink, teeth white, and eyes like mine. God damn.
"Here ya go." She says happily, setting a paper cup in front of me. Probably because I look like the kind of guy who's going to get a thought and run out randomly. Cool, I'm the crazy guy. Juuusst wonderful. "Two dollars." I hand her the money, she smiles, and then back behind the counter she goes. Why is she even here so late? It's 12 at night.
I shake my head, and go back to writing the song.
Wasted days,
Dreaming of the times I know I can't get back,
Seems I just lost track.
Every time I get this far I can't think of anything. This verse makes it sound like a love song, and I can't figure out how to change it.
"What about 'looking on, as all of life's colours seem to fade to grey?'" I hear. I look behind me, and the girl is standing there again. Her face immediately goes pink and she says, "Sorry, I'm so nosy."
"No no, that's actually," I look down at my notebook, "that's actually somehow perfect." I laugh.
She smiles, again with her teeth, "I'm Claire-Olivia. But literally no one calls me that, so I'm Claire."
I smile, "I'm Calum." I look over at the empty seat and then back at her, "Do you want to sit?"
"Oh I probably shouldn't, I'm still working."
"Yes, I can see how overwhelming tonight is." I joke, referring to the completely empty room, besides one woman in the back room making something.
She blushes, and slowly sits herself in front of me. "Are you a writer or something?"
I mentally freeze. She doesn't know I'm famous? "Sort of, I'm a songwriter, singer and bassist." I laugh.
"Oh no shit, you're in a band?" Claire beams.
"Uh," I laugh, "Yeah, 5 Seconds of Summer."
"Never heard of it, I'm into the kind of music you only remember hearing on Glee." She chuckles. "Journey, Train, all that."
"I've never seen Glee."
"Dude, no," She laughs, putting her hand up, "I don't accept that. You have to watch it. Like, tomorrow."
I glance over at my tea, and turn the cup around, smiling at the phone number written on it in Sharpie. I lift the cup so she can see and ask, "Care to join me?"
"Too cheesy?" She laughs.
"Just cheesy enough."
Riley
"Riley get the door!" Mom yells from her room. I hear her mumble something about how it's too late for people to be awake. I get up from the couch and slowly approach the door, literally scared I am going to die. It's like two in the morning, who the fuck would come here?
I open the door, and frown. It's just Luke. His hair is soaking wet and stuck to his face, and it look like he was just running. "Um, we had to move two states closer, b-because someone who wants to work with us can't fly out to L.A." He stutters, explaining what I think is how he got here.
"Okay.." I nod slowly. Why is he here? At two am? God he better not be drunk or something, my mom is home.
"S-So I took a bus. And then.. Ran here." I nod some more, waiting for his point. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing Luke, but he never just shows up. It's scary.
"So did you murder someone?" I ask. "Should I help hide the body?" I'm about to laugh before he cuts me off with:
"What are we doing?"
Oh my god. Is this. No- Oh god what if it is?
"Talking? I don't know what you m-"
"I mean what are we doing in general, Riley." Rain drops from his hair keep falling onto his face and jacket, but he doesn't even notice. "I mean I'm- I'm going on tour after this album is done. Then we're writing another one. Then touring again." I don't say anything for a good ten seconds. He looks to his right briefly and then back at me, "We're never going to be in a normal relationship." Damn. That hurt. "I mean, you don't want to have attention, and I'm totally cool with that and I love you so much, but I- I just." He sniffs, and I realize a lot of those rain drops are tears. "I don't think it's our time." He sobs, leaning over a little partly because he feels bad and partly because he's crying. Full on crying, too. Luke doesn't usually cry this much.
"And.. Th-That means.." I stutter, not being able to wrap my head around the actual situation.
"I think you should break up with me." He states, barely being able to speak from his crying.
"What?"
"You need to break up with me because I can't break up with you." He says, standing up normally but still holding his stomach.
"Luke, I- don't want to break up with you." I say, almost like I'm pleading for him to not break up with me.
"You have to, Riley, I don't- I don't even know where you work! I don't remember if you've made any new friends, I don't know anything about you anymore." He cries, "And you deserve better than that, you're Riley Smart, you deserve everything. I can't give you everything."
"I don't want everything." I say quietly.
"Please don't hate me." He whispers, and sniffs, "If we're supposed to be together then it'll happen but right now, it's just. It's unstable."
I nod slowly, "Alright um. Thanks for, making my dream come true Luke."
He nods, "Thanks for showing me what being in love is like." Fuck, fuck, don't cry. You knew this would happen, don't cry. Luke puts up his hood, and then walks away, while I can't bring myself to shut the door.
"I love you." I say, not meaning to in the first place.
He looks back at me, "I love you too." And keeps walking. I close the door, and sit down against the wall next to it. I thought I would be crying by now. But I just feel... Empty.
Luke only got to stay for two days, since this is the serious part of writing an album. They have all their songs, they just need to finish them, so he went back to help out more than he has been.
We barely talked about the wall and what I wrote, when we got back to my house and I asked if he was cool with what it said, he just smiled and said yes. What does that give me to work with? I don't want to get married right now, maybe a few years, but I wanted more of a response from it, I suppose.
Thankfully, I finally found a job, and if I'm lucky in a few months I'll be able to move out of my mom's. I'm not sure where I'll go, though. I'm an adult, with the money for it I can basically move anywhere I want to. Like New York. No, New York's too much of a big deal. I could move to Seattle. I like it there. I mean, the one time I was there for a weekend I liked it. Maybe Luke would be cool with me moving to L.A., if it's not too clingy and weird.
Luke
"But what happens when we go on tour?" I hear Michael ask. We're currently in an incredibly painful conversation about how fucking hard long distance is. You know, I didn't really mind it until he started scaring me. "We'll basically never see them again. They- Or at least Riley, can't go on tour with us again since she doesn't want attention drawn towards her."
"I'm sure it'll all work out." I sigh.
"What if it doesn't? Don't they deserve better than that?" Michael asks. "They shouldn't have to deal with us running around the world and only talking to them on technology for the rest of our lives."
"What are you suggesting." I ask, not really interested.
"Nothing. I'm just scared. We don't give them enough. Max is living in my house right now, and I'm not even there. Riley is- What is she doing?"
I think for a second. Oh god. What IS Riley doing lately? Come on, I JUST saw her, there's got to be something. "She got a job." I say.
"Really? Where?" Michael raises his eyebrows. Oh no. I don't even know where my own girlfriend works. I am literally the worst boyfriend of all time. Shit, I don't give her enough! I don't know anything about her anymore!
"Uh, I'm going to go for a walk." I say, and hardly remember to put on shoes before I walk outside into the rain.
Calum
I'm sitting in a brightly lit cafe, listening to the what sounds like elevator music as I try and finish this song. Ashton is all over my ass abut finishing it before the deadline, so it looks like my laid back approach won't cut it here. This is the only place I could think of that didn't have any distractions. I doubt a teenage girl with a 5SOS shirt is going to walk into a tiny cafe at midnight.
"Excuse me?" I hear a girl ask. Well, great. Looks like this spot won't do. I look up at her, and raise my eyebrows a little. Wow. Um. W-Wow. "Do you want anything? You've been sitting here for two hours and haven't ordered anything." She laughs.
"Oh, uh," Crap, crap, think Calum! My mind starts spacing out as I stare at her, but I quickly snap out of it, "tea?"
"Mkay, what kind?" She smiles politely.
"Chamomile." I say, trying not to stutter.
"My favourite." She smiles with her teeth, and then walks back behind the counter. Looking up has made me realize no one else is here anymore. Shit, am I that creepy guy in the corner hogging a table and staring at a notebook for hours? Yes, yes I am. I look over back at the girl, and bite my lip out of habit, but quickly stop when I realize. She has long, naturally blonde hair, the kind that's kind of blonde and kind of white. Perfect curves, and her left arm is a full sleeve of tattoos. Her lips are full and pink, teeth white, and eyes like mine. God damn.
"Here ya go." She says happily, setting a paper cup in front of me. Probably because I look like the kind of guy who's going to get a thought and run out randomly. Cool, I'm the crazy guy. Juuusst wonderful. "Two dollars." I hand her the money, she smiles, and then back behind the counter she goes. Why is she even here so late? It's 12 at night.
I shake my head, and go back to writing the song.
Wasted days,
Dreaming of the times I know I can't get back,
Seems I just lost track.
Every time I get this far I can't think of anything. This verse makes it sound like a love song, and I can't figure out how to change it.
"What about 'looking on, as all of life's colours seem to fade to grey?'" I hear. I look behind me, and the girl is standing there again. Her face immediately goes pink and she says, "Sorry, I'm so nosy."
"No no, that's actually," I look down at my notebook, "that's actually somehow perfect." I laugh.
She smiles, again with her teeth, "I'm Claire-Olivia. But literally no one calls me that, so I'm Claire."
I smile, "I'm Calum." I look over at the empty seat and then back at her, "Do you want to sit?"
"Oh I probably shouldn't, I'm still working."
"Yes, I can see how overwhelming tonight is." I joke, referring to the completely empty room, besides one woman in the back room making something.
She blushes, and slowly sits herself in front of me. "Are you a writer or something?"
I mentally freeze. She doesn't know I'm famous? "Sort of, I'm a songwriter, singer and bassist." I laugh.
"Oh no shit, you're in a band?" Claire beams.
"Uh," I laugh, "Yeah, 5 Seconds of Summer."
"Never heard of it, I'm into the kind of music you only remember hearing on Glee." She chuckles. "Journey, Train, all that."
"I've never seen Glee."
"Dude, no," She laughs, putting her hand up, "I don't accept that. You have to watch it. Like, tomorrow."
I glance over at my tea, and turn the cup around, smiling at the phone number written on it in Sharpie. I lift the cup so she can see and ask, "Care to join me?"
"Too cheesy?" She laughs.
"Just cheesy enough."
Riley
"Riley get the door!" Mom yells from her room. I hear her mumble something about how it's too late for people to be awake. I get up from the couch and slowly approach the door, literally scared I am going to die. It's like two in the morning, who the fuck would come here?
I open the door, and frown. It's just Luke. His hair is soaking wet and stuck to his face, and it look like he was just running. "Um, we had to move two states closer, b-because someone who wants to work with us can't fly out to L.A." He stutters, explaining what I think is how he got here.
"Okay.." I nod slowly. Why is he here? At two am? God he better not be drunk or something, my mom is home.
"S-So I took a bus. And then.. Ran here." I nod some more, waiting for his point. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing Luke, but he never just shows up. It's scary.
"So did you murder someone?" I ask. "Should I help hide the body?" I'm about to laugh before he cuts me off with:
"What are we doing?"
Oh my god. Is this. No- Oh god what if it is?
"Talking? I don't know what you m-"
"I mean what are we doing in general, Riley." Rain drops from his hair keep falling onto his face and jacket, but he doesn't even notice. "I mean I'm- I'm going on tour after this album is done. Then we're writing another one. Then touring again." I don't say anything for a good ten seconds. He looks to his right briefly and then back at me, "We're never going to be in a normal relationship." Damn. That hurt. "I mean, you don't want to have attention, and I'm totally cool with that and I love you so much, but I- I just." He sniffs, and I realize a lot of those rain drops are tears. "I don't think it's our time." He sobs, leaning over a little partly because he feels bad and partly because he's crying. Full on crying, too. Luke doesn't usually cry this much.
"And.. Th-That means.." I stutter, not being able to wrap my head around the actual situation.
"I think you should break up with me." He states, barely being able to speak from his crying.
"What?"
"You need to break up with me because I can't break up with you." He says, standing up normally but still holding his stomach.
"Luke, I- don't want to break up with you." I say, almost like I'm pleading for him to not break up with me.
"You have to, Riley, I don't- I don't even know where you work! I don't remember if you've made any new friends, I don't know anything about you anymore." He cries, "And you deserve better than that, you're Riley Smart, you deserve everything. I can't give you everything."
"I don't want everything." I say quietly.
"Please don't hate me." He whispers, and sniffs, "If we're supposed to be together then it'll happen but right now, it's just. It's unstable."
I nod slowly, "Alright um. Thanks for, making my dream come true Luke."
He nods, "Thanks for showing me what being in love is like." Fuck, fuck, don't cry. You knew this would happen, don't cry. Luke puts up his hood, and then walks away, while I can't bring myself to shut the door.
"I love you." I say, not meaning to in the first place.
He looks back at me, "I love you too." And keeps walking. I close the door, and sit down against the wall next to it. I thought I would be crying by now. But I just feel... Empty.
WHAT A CUTIIIIIEEEEEES
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