"Good night LA You've been amazing, I honestly coudn't think of a better way to end this tour!" Louis yelled, his arm draped around Harry's neck.
"You're cute as a button, every single one of you!" Harry yelled.
"Love you! You MOFOs!" Niall shouted, and then they were running off stage.
"Alright, let's hurry up!" Paul yelled, "They're going to try and get to the buses."
Shuffling along behind Michael and Calum who were both on their phones, we made our way to the exit and onto our bus which would take us to the airport. We were finally going home.
Ashton's Pov-
I can't belive, you were like, in a band, that is so hot."
"Um, thanks I don't really rem......"
"Did you bang lots of groupies?"
"What, no I don't think so....."
"Were you drunk when you got your tat?"
"Definatly not."
"Can you sign my boob?"
"What? um, no, not right now."
"Do you want to come over to my house later, my parents aren't home."
"Guys, I'm sorry but can you move I have to get to class!" I sighed, pushing through the gaggle of Freshman and Sophmore girls that alsways seemed to surround me.
"Hey Ashton, before you go can I like have some of your hair?"
"Um, no."
"This girl sold her shirt that had your blood on it and it went for like five hundred bucks."
"That's gross."
"Can you like, give yourself a paper cut and wipe it on my shirt?"
"No, I'm sorry that's not going to happen."
"Please, that'll go for a shit ton on Ebay."
"I'm sorry," I sighed, clutching my books closer to my chest, "I um, have to....."
Turning around to get away from them, I started for my next class, however walked right into someone, knocking them back onto their bottom.
"I'm so sorry!" I cried, thinking it was a girl.
"Damn." the person chuckled, rising to their feet.
"I'm so sorry are you oka..... you're a boy?"
Laughing, the boy ran his fingertips through his curly brown hair, "I mean, I do have a winky." he replied.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you." I said again.
"Don't worry about it man." he said, dusting off his floral print shirt, "I'm Brad."
"Ashton." I answered, holding out a hand which he shook.
"Nice to meet you." Brad said pleasantly, "Say, where are you headed."
"Biology." I replied.
"Oh screw that." Brad laughed, "Why don't you come hang out with me?"
"What, like.... ditch?" I whispered.
"Ditch is such a strong word." he replied, "America is a free country last I checked, and I don't want to sit in a stuffy class room, you feel me?"
"Um, no." I said slowly.
"Come be free with me." he chuckled, steering me away from the hoard of girls, around a corner and out a side door.
Immediately, I blinked rapidly at the brightness of the sun, unable to see anything, however after a moment, my eyes adjusted and I was able to make out three blonde boys sitting on the curb, a smoky haze clouding them, and a cigarette held in each of their hands.
