5 Seconds of Summer Shorts!

Here are a couple of shorts that are sure to make your day and/or hit you right in the feels.

Some of these are in YOUR perspective, giving you the opportunity to see what these moments are like with everybody's (not so) punk band, 5 Seconds of Summer.

Others are just really cute shorts with characters.

Enjoy!

P.S. I take requests!!!!

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3. The Guitar Lesson (Calum Hood)

"Hey, watch where you're going, freak!" someone says as I bump into them in the crowded hall and fall down, dropping my books. I mumble my sorry and lower my red cheeks so that I can focus on picking up my stuff. 

Once that's over with, I stand up only to notice that the crowds have diminished and I am officially late for English. I sigh and head over to the class and walk in, earning a raised eyebrow from the teacher. 

"Would you mind filling the class in on why you were late, Miss Prescott?" Mrs. Jones asks, making my cheeks flare once again. 

"I'm sorry, I dropped my stuff in the hallway and I had to pick it all up" I mumble for her to hear. She nods sharply as I quickly make my way to the back of the class and sit in the far corner, hoping that a miracle will happen and a black hole will open up and swallow me whole.

The class goes by slowly, with us reading White Teeth by Zadie Smith. Well, everyone else, really. I finished it last night, so I decide to work on my homework for biology. I need to work on it as much as I can- its my worst class. Finally, the bell rings and I head out as fast as I can, only to be stopped by my teacher's voice. 

"Kate, can you please stay behind for a moment?" She asks. I turn and make my way to her desk, trying to avoid the small giggles and smiles of my classmates. 

"Yes, Mrs. Jones?" I ask in a small voice. she motions for me to take a seat, so I grab a chair and drag it to the desk and plop down on it. She looks at me with narrowed eyes for a moment before speaking.

"I noticed that you were not reading in class today, like you were supposed to." She says as I fiddle with my fingers, unable to make eye contact. 

"I already finished the book" I say quietly. She looks at me, surprised. 

"We weren't meant to finish until before Thanksgiving break!" she exclaims. 

"I'm sorry" I mumble. She only chuckles. 

"No need to be sorry, hun. If anything, I'm impressed, It's a hard book. It usually takes even the good kids a couple weeks to get through it. Did you like it?" she asks. I give her a small smile and nod. 

"It was very interesting. The whole idea of different perspectives in different times made the plot all the more confusing, but at the same time, I liked trying to figure everything out." I say. She beams at me, before a frown takes its place. 

"Well, I'm glad that you liked it, Kate. But, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." she says, seriousness taking over her face. She sighs before continuing. "Kate, I can't help but notice that you are so quiet. You seldom participate with the group and you're so timid. But you also happen to be one of the brightest students in this school. I've seen the way some of the students treat you in the halls, but I have to be sure; Kate, are you being bullied at all?" 

I look at her, shocked, before furiously shaking my head. It was true, I'm not bullied, I'm just naturally shy. Sometimes, people can be rude, but hey, it happens. I really was genuinely a happy person and home was nice. I have a couple people I talk to and can consider friends. I'm just not close to a lot of people. I feel like they are nice to me because they have to. I don't like feeling like that. So, I keep my head down. I explain this to Mrs. Jones, making her nod in understanding.

"Well, I'm glad that you are okay. But I do get worried, as an adult. You should be out there, getting to know your peers! I promise it's not that bad." She says, winking. I giggle a little and nod.

"Do you have lunch now?" She asks. I nod. Smirking to herself, she stands up and motions for me to follow her. 

"Well, as you know the teachers lounge is right next to the music room, and I happen to remember seeing someone stand by the music room and look in. I didn't think anything of it, until I kept seeing the same young girl sitting in front of the door, listening in on whatever was going on. I noticed that there were two possibilities: 1) there's someone that she liked in that room or 2) she wants to do something in that room but can't gather the courage to go in"

I stop dead in my tracks. I NEVER told anyone about that, not even the people I actually am not shy around.

"Mrs. Jones, I-"

"No excuses, young lady. I figured out what you were looking at one day when I walked passed the room and looked inside. I didn't see you outside so I thought you finally worked up the courage to go in, but no." She smiles widely as she speaks.

"To be honest, I was quite surprised at what I saw. Calum Hood, if all students, playing guitar. Do you know him personally?"

"No, I just know who he is" I say, blushing. "He's in my math class. He doesn't really talk much, but he hangs out with my friends brother and his friends. He's quite shy, but he's really talented" I fiddle with my fingers for a bit.

"Sound familiar?" I can hear the smile in her voice. I look up to see that she does in fact have a grin settled on her lips. I shake my head, but she only laughs and takes me by the shoulders, leading me the rest of the way to the music room. I struggle in her grasp, but next thing I know, we're right in front of the door. She takes my hand and places it on the nob, gently nudging me.

"Go on in. I promise, if you go in, I will never bring it up again" she says, smiling. I look at her for a moment before a small smile breaks out on my lips.

"Okay. I'll go in. But can we never do this again?" I ask. She only laughs and nudges me towards the door. Slowly, I place my hand on the knob and turn. Once the door is open, I quietly step inside, letting the door shut by itself with a low thunk.

I've been in the music room before, but only when there has been a class. Now, it's empty, with the exception of the plethora of instruments laying around. There's a drum kit, some guitars, a piano, shakers, and some others laying around. I notice that there's no actual people here, besides me. I guess he's not coming today.

I sigh and walk over to the acoustic guitar, laying by the piano. It feels foreign in my hands. I'm not used to the size of it. I don't even sure how I should be holding it. Sitting it down, I lay it across my lap and pass my fingers over the strings. The hum from the vibrating strings surprises me, but it makes me smile. I keep strumming, letting the quiet sounds fill the room. 

"Uh..." Someone says, interrupting me. I stand quickly, guitar almost falling off my lap, but I catch it. 

I am met with wide brown eyes and pink cheeks. I feel a blush creep up my cheeks as we stand in an awkward silence. I put the guitar down and grab my bag. 

"I-I should go." I mumble, walking past him. 

"Wait!" He says, making me stop. I turn slowly to face him. He hesitates before talking, as if he's trying to find the right words. I know my face is red as a tomato now. 

"Uh, do you want to stay? I don't mind, really." he says. I look down at my shoes, thinking. I don't know what it is, maybe he's just as shy as I am, but I feel a little more confident. I look up at him and smile, nodding my head. His grin is wide as his eyes light up and he nods his head back to where I was before. I drop my bag to the side and walk over to another chair as he grabs the guitar and sits down. 

He strums for a few minutes making sounds with the instrument that I don't think I was even close to making when I was strumming just the strings. He's doing all this other stuff that makes me focus on his hands intently. He seems to notice and looks at me. 

"Know how to play?" He asks. I blush and look down, shaking my head.

"Wanna learn?" 

My head snaps up and my eyes widen. Learn to play guitar? A smile unintentionally makes its way onto my face. I nod furiously, making him chuckle. 

Standing from his chair, he hands me the guitar and a small plastic triangular thing. I look at him, confused, making him laugh. I can't help but giggle as well; his laugh is contagious.

"Its called a pick. You use it to strum." 

I nod in understanding. 

Over the next period, he teaches me the basics of the guitar, like the frets and strings, and even teaches me the chords. I open up more and soon we're talking and laughing like friends. As the period comes to an end, I look up in surprise. The time passed quickly. 

"Wow, that was fast." I say. He nods in agreement. 

"Yeah, that happens when you're having fun. You-you had fun, right?" he says, pink reaching his cheeks. He's suddenly nervous. He looks cute when he's nervous. I blush a little at the thought.

"I had a lot of fun. Really, thanks. Do- do you think you'll be willing to, y'know, teach me?" I ask timidly, looking down at my Docs. 

"Yeah, if you're serious about it." He says and my head snaps up, smile widening on my face, nodding like a bobble head. He throws his head back and laughs.

"Would you really teach me?" I ask, eyes wide. He looks at me and smiles warmly, making my stomach high-five my heart. 

" 'Course. How about lunch during the week for now. At least an hour a day and you should be a rockstar within a couple weeks." He says, chuckling at my excited expression. "I guess it works for you" 

"Yeah, but, quick question. How long are my fingers gonna feel like this?" I ask, examining my numb fingers. 

"Shouldn't last long. Might feel a little prickly in the fingers tonight, but nothing disastrous" he informs. I nod my head and fix my bag on my shoulder. The room becomes quiet until the bell rings, signaling the period is over, making us both jump a little and smile at each other's reactions. 

"So, tomorrow, then?" I ask, holding out my hand so that we can shake on it. He takes his big hand in my small one and shakes firmly with a joking smile. When we pull away, I feel that he's left something in my palm. Its the pick that we were using to practice. Its red, with gold accents and says Fender in gold cursive. I look up to see Calum by the door already, looking at me and smiling. His dimples are ridiculous and his cheeks look so... squishy. 

"You can keep it. I have plenty more where that came from. Coming?" He asks as the warning bell sounds, telling us we're late for class. Our eyes widen and we both bolt out of the room and to, whadda you know, math class. As we run down the halls, we giggle like 5 year old's, but I don't mind. I have butterflies in my stomach when we finally reach the class and step inside, breathing heavily and still giggling. 

Everyone looks at us a little confused, including the teacher, making us stop our laughing, put our heads down, and rush to our seats across the room from each other. 

We look at each other from across the room and smile at one point. I look away, blushing. 

I gotta make sure to say thanks to Mrs. Jones when I see her later.

Hey guys, I am so sorry it took so long for me to publish another short, but I was having so much trouble with the Ashton short, it gave me a pain in the neck. BUT, Here is the Calum short to make up for it. I hope you guys like it, I thought it was really sweet and cute. IDK, that's just me. 

So, Please, send in some requests if you want me to write more. The first four imagines are all me, but the rest is you guys. ITS ALL FOR YOU! So, send me requests and tell me what YOU want. I am so grateful for those of you who really like this. I am really proud of it. And please make sure to check out my other stuff! I have stuff in progress at the moment that isn't 5SOS, but is still really exciting, so make sure to keep an eye out! 

Also, one last thing, I am looking for people to make covers, since mine are pretty shitty, but what can I say, I write. I don't do art stuff unless its music and performance. Please let me know if you can help. I always give credit where its due. 

Thanks!

Cupcake out. 

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