The World According to Lauren

Ginger. Antisocial. Possibly slightly hot headed. What are the chances of one English redhead meeting Michael Clifford? Almost impossible. However there is almost no chance of him falling in love with one. Almost.

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4. Mixed Drinks and Naughty Winks

So, the good bit is that I missed the shopping. The bad bit is that I was just in time for a gig that they have dragged me to. This supporting act is so bad. It actually hurts. I mean, can he even like hear himself? 'Whatever', I think to myself as I sip my lemonade. I look around for Maddie and Vicky. Vicky seems to have her tongue stuck down some poor guy’s throat and Maddie is nowhere to be seen. Probably at the front doing some kind of mad dancing. I sigh and check my phone for the time. 8:15. Great. Still another 2 hours of this crap and the actual performing band isn't even on yet. It is so cramped, I'm almost squished next to two people. Not good. I take another big gulp of my drink in attempt to calm down. For God's sake Lauren, get a grip. "Can I just say that you look bloody miserable" I turn around to see the purple haired boy from earlier. "Urgh" God did not like me today. "Why are you even here?" I snap angrily. "Because my band is performing" he says, raising one eyebrow. "You say it like I should know that" I laugh. "You're obviously not a fan if you think our name is 6 seconds of winter" he says, chuckling at the memory. I roll my eyes. What is it with this guy? I obviously don't want to talk to him right now. "Whatever" He looks at his phone. "I gotta go on stage, do you wanna grab a drink afterwards?" The hell? This guy spilt his drink on me and expects me to hang out with him? Well, he is kinda good looking. I guess. "Maybe" I say, turning back to the bar. "Probably not, I doubt it, don't get your hopes up" What the hell am I saying? At least he can't see me slowly turning the same colour as my bloody hair. I hear him laugh quietly behind me. I think he's gone. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Suddenly I feel a slight breeze on the back of my neck. I jump out of habit. I hate people sneaking up on me. I'm about to tell whoever it is to piss off, when I hear a whisper. I gasp as his breath tickles my ear. "I've only known you for like two seconds, but I can bet that you are blushing so hard, you've gone the same colour as your hair." I turn around to look at him, my mouth hanging open. He gives me a small nod. "I look forward to figuring you out" he says, winking at me and walking off. I try to wrap my head around what just happened. I have never been so close to a boy before. Or anyone for the matter! I huff and play with the rim of my glass. "Um, hello?" I turn towards the stage. Everone stops talking and looks towards whoever's speaking. The drummer clears his throat "Hi, we're 5 Seconds of Summer and today we will be performing 2 songs!" I feel like banging my head against the bar. But maybe I can survive two songs. "This is called 'Don't Stop". I listen. It's not too bad. Has a nice rhythm to it. Good lyrics as well. Wait. Am I actually liking a song? One of their's? Damn, I'm even tapping my foot. In case you're wondering, that is the extent of my dance abilities. As the song ends, the cheering is LOUD. "Our next song is called 'End up here and..." Purple hair butts in. "...this song is dedicated to people who blush as bright as their hair" he laughs. The other band members seem confused, they shrug their shoulders and start the song. Apparently weird behavior is normal for them. At least no one knows it's me, that would be mortifying. You walked in Everyone was asking for your name You just smiled and told them trouble My head spins I'm pressed against the wall Just watching your every move You're way too cool And you're coming this way Coming this way How did we end up talking in the first place You said you like my Cobain shirt Now we're walking back to your place You're telling me how you love that song About living on a prayer I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there And when I wake up next to you I wonder how How did we end up here? Next day out Everybody thought you were so insane Cause you were so far out of my league My friends say i should lock you down Before you figure me out and you run away But you don't and you wont as you kiss me And you tell me that you're here to stay How did we end up talking in the first place You said you like my Cobain shirt Now were walking back to your place You're telling me how you love that song About living on a prayer I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there And when I wake up next to you I wonder how How did we end up here? Call me lucky 'cause in the end I'm a 6 and she's a 10 She's so fit I'm insecure But she keeps coming back for more How did we end up talking in the first place You said you like my Cobain shirt Now were walking back to your place You're telling me how you love that song About living on a prayer I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there And when I wake up next to you I wonder how How did we end up here? Too much wild cheering. Ow. People keep shoving me and pushing me. Uh oh. Nope, I definitely do not like this. Without looking back, I run for the exit...
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