“Erin, don’t you ever get tired of always coming to the guy’s concerts?” I ask my best friend who lies upside down on the black leather couch, scrolling through her phone.
“No, not really,” she says fixing herself to sit upright, “There’s nothing better to do at my house. Plus, I get to hang out with you and the guys.”
“Yeah, Luke,” I say under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.
“Hey! I heard that!” she exclaims, getting up from her seat.
“Good! You were meant to!” I laugh.
Erin has a crush on my brother Luke, but if you ask it she’ll totally deny it, even to me. But I can tell; the way she playfully goofs around and flirts with him. Not many people can see that, not even the other guys in the band, but I can, because that’s almost exactly how I flirt. We practically are the same person, well personality wise that it, not appearance. My light caramel brown hair is a far shade from her chocolate brown hair, as are my blue-green eyes from her brown eyes. Erin stands a good inches taller than me at 5’10”, which makes me and my 5’4” body have to look up to her.
I get up from my seat and walk over to a long dark brown table that lies against the wall backstage. On it lies a variety of different pizzas and at the end sits about 6 boxes of Dunkin’ Donuts doughnuts.
The guy’s after performance ‘snack,’ as they like to call it.
I grab a plate at grab two slices of pizza and head back to the small two person couch where I was sitting.
“Woah, wait! We can eat the pizza?” Erin asks as I take a bite of my greasy pepperoni pizza.
“Yeah, of course we can,” I say with a laugh, “What are they gonna do? Make us starve?”
Erin gives me a ‘Yes, that’s exactly what they would do’ look and I laugh.
“Yeah, nevermind. Go help yourself,” I say nodding to the pizza.
“Sweet!” she says before rocket launching of the couch cushions towards the pizza.
As Erin gets her pizza, I hear the last final words of the guy’s new hit ‘Amnesia’ being sung and I know that they will be in soon.
“Thanks so much everyone for coming out to watch us tonight! We love you all so much!” I heard Michael say in his australian accent, the same one that the guys and I share.
“Oh my gosh, I seriously love their accents!” Erin says sitting down on the couch across from me, her plate piled high with pizza.
“I have one too ya know,” I say matter-of-factly.
“I know, but I just think it’s super cute when guys have australian accents. It’s just. Perfect!” she says laughing.
“Yeah, okay. My brother is anything but perfect.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she says giving me a look.
“I know what you meant,” I say giving her a knowing look.
“Whatever. Anyways, I wish I had an australian accent,” she says, trying to imitate mine.
“Well, you don’t,” I say jokingly.
“Don’t be a turtle.”
The high-pitched screams of teenage girls fill the air, and I know that the boys are done. First to come through the black curtain that separates the stage from backstage is my brother Luke. His hair is in his signature style, only slightly messier, and sweat drips down his face. His guitar is strapped around his chest, partially covering the black and white Nirvana muscle shirt he has on. His skin can be seen through the holes in his ripped skinny jean, which he usually wears onstage. He kicks off his vans and sets his guitar on the stand before going and slumping into the couch next to Erin, where he obviously would.
Yeah, Luke likes Erin, and has for a while. He denies it when I ask him, but we all know it, except Erin. Erin doesn’t know that Luke likes her, and Luke doesn’t know that she likes him. They both are TOTALLY oblivious to each other, which I seem to find quite humourous. I haven’t told either of them, mainly because I want them to figure it out on their own. But trust me, I’m doing everything I can to help hurry up the process.
“Oooh! Pizza!” Luke says, taking one of the many pizza slices from Erin’s plate, “And it’s pepperoni, my favorite!”
“Luke! Go get your own!” Erin says kicking him off the couch and onto the floor, where he happily eats his slice of pizza.
Next to come through the curtain are Michael and Calum, only to be followed right after by Ashton. They all wear somewhat similar outfits as one another, but differ either by color or style of the clothing. Like Luke, Calum has his guitar strapped around him, as does Michael with his base. For this show, Michael has dyed his hair a dark purple, probably one of my favorites of the several different colors he’s dyed it. Wrapped around Ashton’s curly haired head is a blue and white bandana.
“Nice bandana Ash,” I say with a smirk.
“He turns to me and lifts his hand to touch his bandana, as if he’s forgotten it was there. He smiles when he touches it.
“Thanks, I thought you would like it,” he says.
“Really?” I ask sarcastically, “Why do you say that?”
He smile of both embarrassment and friendliness comes across his lips and I see his dimples, which I find really cute. I’m a sucker for dimples.
“Because I know blue is your favorite color.”
I smile creeps onto my face and I quickly hide my face before he can notice. I hear a laugh and I can only assume it is Ashton. I remove my hands and look at Ashton, who starts to make his way over to the table of pizza.
I look over to Erin, who looks at me, then to Ashton and then back to me before wiggling her eyebrows in a seductive way.
‘He’s just being weird,’ I mouth to her.
She rolls her eyes playfully. She thinks that Ashton likes me, but I know for a fact he doesn’t. We’ve known each other for a long time, so we are just really good friends. He’s just one of those guys who is just really nice to girls.
All of a sudden I hear Erin scream Ashton’s name. I quickly look to her and see a chocolate covered doughnut sitting on top of her head. It slides off the right side of her hair and onto her shirt. The laughter of the boy’s fills my ears and I see Ashton behind the couch with a somewhat evil smile on his face.
Okay, maybe not all girls.
A laugh escapes from my lips, but that’s all that anyone can hear come from me. If they can even hear me that is. All of the boys except Michael, who looks far too interested on something on his phone to be aware of what’s going on, are laughing their heads off, and Luke’s face is clearly turning red.
“Guys, it’s not that funny,” I say looking at them like their retards.
Oh wait, they are.
Calum’s laugh is the loudest and the most annoying of them all, high-pitched and hysterical. I roll my eyes.
Seriously, am I the only mature in here?
Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Erin takes the doughnut and throws it at Calum’s face. For a quick two seconds, it sticks to his cheek, but then slowly begins to slide down, leaving a chocolate frosting trail behind him. My lips form a smile and I let out a laugh. These guys are such goofs.
“Alright guys, let’s stop before this turns into a full on food fight like last time!” I say, standing up.
Last time food got thrown around, it turned into a food fight and the guy’s stage manager got pissed. We had to spend several hours cleaning the floors and scraping food off the backstage walls.
“Good idea,” Erin grumbles, shooting Ashton a glare and wiping most of the frosting from her hair.
I feel a vibration from my back right pocket, so I set my plate of pizza on the glass top coffee table and grab my phone from my pocket before slumping back onto the couch. I click the home button on my Iphone and see that my homescreen is flooded with notifications from Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Being Luke Hemming’s sister, I’m pretty popular.
“I’m gonna go take a shower and try and get this frosting out of my hair,” Erin says, standing up.
“Alright. You guys should all go take a shower, you stink,” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, all four boys exchange evil grins, and before I know it, they are all on top of me. Their disgusting smelling body odors fill my nose as they all squeezed onto the small couch I occupy. Ashton and Michael squeeze in on either side of me, smooshing me like a sandwich, and each of them have an arm around me.
Which means my face in at level with their armpits.
I try to wiggle out, but Luke and Calum’s sweaty bodies keep me from going anywhere. Both Calum and Luke are laying sprawled out across my lap.
“Hey Lia, don’t we just smell amazing? It’s from all our hard work on stage!” Calum exclaims.
“You guys smell like feet! Get off of me!” I say, trying to push them off.
“But we love you Lia!” Luke says, wrapping his arms around me.
Luke hugs me tightly and begins to wipe his sweaty forehead on my upper arm, which he knows I hate.
“Gross! Luke stop! I am gonna kill you all when I get out! Erin help me!” I cry out to her in desperation.
Erin’s face is a bright red and she seems to be laughing, but no sound comes out. THis happens when she laughs too hard. She calms herself down and is able to talk.
“Your face…” she starts, “Is priceless!”
She begins to laugh again and grips the back of the couch to help prevent herself from falling over.
“Erin!” I say, slightly annoyed.
“Alright, alright!” she says in between laughs, “But first…”
She puts her hand behind her back and my eyes widen at what she pulls out.
“Let me take a selfie!” she exclaims.
I see her turn on her phone, flip on the front facing camera and put on a big smile.
I quickly cover up my face with my hands and I hear the click of the camera when it takes a picture.
“Oh, come on Lia! Smile!” Erin says.
“No,” I say, which sounds a lot louder than usual, probably due to the fact that my hands are covering my face, “I will not smile for a picture of a situation I do not want to be in.”
“Fine,” she puffs, “I’m going to go take my shower then.”
I pull my hands away from my face and look at her in disbelief.
“You said you were gonna help me!”
“Eh, I changed my mind,” she says with a smirk.”
She turns on her heel and begins walking away.
“I’m posting this on instagram!” she says, waving her phone above her head.
“Love you Lia!” she says before running out of sight.
The guys begin to crack up again and I try again to wiggle free. The stench of their body odor is causing my eyes to water.
“WOULD YOU GET OFF OF ME?!” I yell at the top of my lungs, even though it doesn’t sound a loud as I want, due to the fact that Luke and Calum’s weight is making it hard to breathe.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” Luke says innocently.
“Oh yeah?” I say through gritted teeth, “And what would that be?”
“What’s the magic word?” Michael says, batting his eyelashes.
“PLEASE GET OFF!” I yell.
I hear the guys sigh and one by one they get up off of me. I stand up and smell myself; I smell like freaking b.o.
“I smell like you guys now! That’s disgusting!” I say very annoyed, “Now I have to take a shower!”
“Not if we do first!” Calum yells.
Before I know it, I am shoved back into the couch, and I watch as the guys practically trample each other to get to the bathrooms first. There’s only 4 bathrooms backstage and since Erin is already occupying one, that means one of the guys are going to have to wait to take a shower. Last time this happened, Michael was the one that had to wait, but from the looks of it, Calum is going to have to wait this time. I watch them run out of sight before picking up my phone and making myself comfortable on the couch, throwing my legs over the arm rest. I unlock my phone and immediately click on instagram which is probably my favorite app. Ever.
As the pictures load, a little orange box coming from the notifications tab pops up, telling me information on new followers, likes, comments, and new pictures taken of me. It reads that I have 518 new followers, 956 likes, 864 comments, and 72 pictures taken of me. That’s a lot, considering I checked my instagram this morning. 518 followers in 7 hours, bringing me to a total of 1.2 million followers.
I check the most recent photo taken of me and see that it is the picture that Erin took just minutes ago. The caption read, ‘But first! Let me take a #selfie 😏 Love ya Lia!’ and it already has 148 likes. I leave a comment that simply reads, ‘Dweeb.’ The orange box from the notifications tab pops up again to reveal a new comment. I tap on the tab and at the top of the feed someone left a comment on my photo saying, ‘Post a new picture!@babylia_hemmings’
The last photo I posted was a picture of the large crowd of girls from the guys concert last night. I haven’t posted a picture today, so why not?
I click the camera and switch the camera around to face me. I put on a big smile and just as I’m about to take the picture, a voice startles me.
“What are you doing?”
I look up to see Ashton standing there with a confused look on his face.
“Taking a picture for instagram,” I laugh, “So you got stuck having to wait for the shower?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, “Michael grabbed me by the collar and yanked my back and took the last one.”
I smile and laugh at him. He looks so childish, whining over not getting to shower first.
“Suck to be you then,” I laugh, “Hey, wanna be in my picture?”
“Heck yeah!” he says.
He runs over to the table of food and grabs to doughnuts and runs over to me and plops down on the couch.
“What are those for?” I ask suspiciously, eyeing the doughnuts.
“You’ll see,” he says with a smile.
I eye him curiously and then lift up the camera to take the picture, making sure to get both of us in the shot.
“On three,” I say, putting a piece of hair behind my ear, “One… two…”
Out of the camera, I see Ashton lift up the two doughnuts to his face, putting them on his eyes, making them look like giant doughnut glasses. I laugh.
“Three!” Ashton says with a big smile.
I snap the photo and look at the picture. I look fine, but Ashton looks hilarious with his doughnut glasses. I show him the picture and start to crack up laughing.
“You look hilarious!” I exclaim.
“I like it!” he says with a smile, “Post it!”
“I am!” I say.
I click the arrow and in the description box, all I put is, ‘Ashton=🐢+🍩’
I tag him in it and click post. Immediately, I get a like and click to see that it was Ashton.
“Oh yeah! First like!” he says, pumping the air with his phone in his hand.
“You are such a dork,” I laugh.