The Boy with the Hazel Eyes

When rivals Skai Coleman and Michael Clifford clash, which of their friends will overlap and change their lives?


9. band practice


    Skai’s Pov

    He dragged me from my house to his own. I couldn’t stop laughing.

    “Would you fucking stop it! I can’t breathe!” I smiled. “You are acting like a three year old on Christmas.”

    “You don’t realize how amazing band practice is!” He gasped.

    “You mean torture.” I sneakily grinned, and realized he stopped only because we were in front of his little house.

    “You underestimate us.” He then placed his hands on my shoulders, squaring me up to his house in the driveway beside the big yellow hummer. He then fumbled in his pocket for his keys and sprinted to the front door. “Stay there!” He yelled and then opened the door and disappeared into the house. Moments later the garage door creaked open, revealing a dusty old garage and  shiny black drumkit and a beaming Ashton Irwin. Just then a red ferrari pulled up, revealing Luke and a shy, scrawny girl with jet black hair. He climbed from the nice car ,and opened the door for his little accessory. Next thing I knew a black Jeep wrangler pulled up. The top was off, so you could see Michael driving and Calum and Zoe making out in the back. Michael rolled his eyes, reached into the glove compartment and pulled out an airhorn. Yes. He then shook up the little can, and before the two lovers realized what he was doing he blew it in their faces. They both jumped back and Zoe screamed. I started laughing hysterically.

“I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, Mikey!” I shouted.

“My horn went out a few weeks ago, so I got a substitute.” He shrugged.

“Hey Zoe!”

“What’s up, Miss Model?”

“Trying not to get my eardrums blown out by a rookie band.”

“Good luck with that.” She chuckled.

“So are you guys going to play a song or what?” I asked. Ashton nodded eagerly.

“Permanent vacation?” He asked the boys.

“Sure, but it’s still a little rough.” Luke said. “And we don’t have a second verse or a bridge. We need to write a bit today.”

“Who knew Lucas would be the responsible one? I could help out with the lyrics if you get writer’s block.”

“No thanks. We don’t need a girl writing our music.” Michael growled.

“Jesus, Michael, I was only asking to help.”

“How about you start your own band, and then you can butt in on lyrics.”

“Calm down, Michael. Don’t worry, Skylar, he’s just pissed because he didn’t bring a date.”

“I have a girlfriend, she just couldn’t come today.” He hissed. The other three boys retrieved their instruments from their cars and began tuning them. Next thing I knew, Mikey was singing his little song.

“Na na na na na na na

You say, I’m too complicated

hung up, and miseducated

well I say 9 to 5 is overrated

and we all fall down

can’t sleep ‘cause my mind keeps racing

my chest hurts ‘cause my heart keeps breaking

(not really)

I’m so numb that I can’t stop shaking

and we all fall down”

Luke then began to sing.

“Frustration, desperation

you say I need some kind of medication

Situation, no motivation

destination: permanent vacation

Hey, I’m doing fine

and I know I’m out of line

so let’s sing this one more time

it goes

destination: permanent vacation

na na na na na na na“

“Dammit, Ashton. I owe you ten dollars.”

“What are you talking about, the song was shit.” Luke said.

“The song was amazing, just not complete.” I began. “And it was about your voice, not the song. Can I make a suggestion, or will Michael go off on me again?”

“It’s fine.” Michael coldly stated. I then walked up the Luke.

“May I?” I nodded to his guitar.

“Sure, but if you break it I will end you.”

“I won’t. I treat every guitar as if it were my own.” I then put the strap on my shoulder and played the tune they just were. I can pick up quite quickly on these things, but it still took me a few minutes. “Okay now that I can actually play the song, let’s try this.” the boys continued play and I sang the lyrics that came to me.

“Voices are coming through the speakers

but they can’t

make me a believer

I know I’m an underachiever

and we’re all so proud.”

Michael picked up where I left off.

“Watch out, I think I’m going under

‘cause right now, I’m just another number

get out, the system’s over crowded

and we’re all so proud.”

We ended there.

“See, Mikey, I can write a few decent lyrics.”

“Meh.” He grumbled.

“What the hell are you talking about, Michael? Her lyrics were amazing!” Calum said in awe. I gave Luke his guitar back.

“I didn’t know you could play like that.” He said.

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, hot stuff.” I winked. His eyes widened at my flirtatious comment for only a second, but he kept his cool.

“Flirt with me like that, and I’ll have to take you right here, right now.” He whispered.

“Don’t forget about your little toy over there.”

“Oh her? She’s a one-night stand. I just brought her along to annoy Michael.”

“You douche, you realize you two are the worst whisperers in the world right?” Michael commented.

“Oh, I was only teasing! Blondie here is gullible.” Luke gulped, but I slipped my number in his pocket. I wanted to see how long I could tease him. I heard Ashton laugh.

“Pay up, Bubblegum.” He  held out his hand, and I gave him a five and five ones.

“Ten, don’t spend it all in one place.”

“How about I take someone to Starbucks?”

“I don’t do coffee.”

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” The boys spent the rest of practice trying a few more melodies, and began a song they couldn’t quite the the chorus for. I couldn’t help because it was about a girl. The first verse was something about New York, and an accent, and a minivan or something. The only reason I remembered he minivan part was because I drove one myself, because money doesn’t come easy.

“I’m going home.” I said around 7:30. I then stood up, and began to walk home.

“Where do you think you are going?” Luke asked.

“As i literally just said, home, dumbass.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows in anger.

“Michael, you take Vanessa home. I have important business to attend to.”

“If you think I’m going with you…”

“I don’t think, I know. Get in the car.” He stood.

“Listen here, you dick, I’m not going to your house.” Luke stood and advanced towards me. “Ashton-” I swiftly kicked him in his area, usually a knockout blow for most guys. Calum, Mike, and Ash all cringed. Luke paused for a moment, but continued.

“Look, this will happen one way or another. I won’t make any sexual advances towards you tonight, unless you ask. Just get in the car and see where it goes.” He murmured.

“Fine.” I then got into the passenger’s seat of the cherry Ferrari and flipped off Ashton and his little band. I then texted him, since I had just gotten his number.

If anything happens, you will be the first to know… if I’m not home in two hours and haven’t told you otherwise, call the police… wish me luck x



Yup I'm a terrible person to end on such a wonderful cliff hanger

question, who do you ship Skai with... Luke, Cal, Ash, or Mikey? They sort of have some sort of connection with her and idk what to do here... despite the title it's not necessarily an a.i. fanfic .... wow... love you guys and like it and fav



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-bri and kalrs xx

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