"Y/N just sit down," Michael sighed.
"Okay okay. Sorry I'm just really nervous."
"Why?"
"I don't like strangers asking me personal questions."
"Looks like you're out of luck my dear. This is an interveiw."
Y/N and Michael whipped their heads to the interveiwer with the Russian accent.
"I'm sorry," Y/N began. "But was I talking to you?"
"No but you are now."
Michael giggled.
"So I just have a few questions," the interveiwer stated.
"Fire away," Y/N mumbled.
"Whatistherealtionshipbetweenyoutwo?Who'solder?Howlonghaveyouknowneachother?Who'sparentsdon'tliketheother?Haveyouhadsex?.."
"WHAT?!" Y/N screamed. "I only heard the last one."
"Same. And we're leaving," Michael made to stand up.
"Can I at least get some answers?" this interviewer was very persistant.
"Sure," Y/N said.
"Crap," Michael muttered.
The interviewer smiled.
"The rule of life is 42. Pi is 3.14. You can't breathe in space. Dinosours are extinct. And vending machines are destined to become the domant race."
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5 Seconds of Summer Imagines
FanfictionJust some 5 Seconds of Summer imagines. I will not be writing any more sections to this. I know that it is quite old and I have no motivation to continue with it. I will leave it up however, for people to enjoy.
