Battle of the bands

Chapter 5: "Irloser."

5 Seconds of Summer

August 2013 Montreal QB

Twitter followers: 300,089

Ashton

"Niall" I groaned as his body came in contact with mine. "Stop tickling me" I giggled as the Irish boy had began to laugh.

Don't get me wrong, Niall will forever be one of the people I owe so much to, but he's kind of obsessed of the fact that we aren't the boyband that they were made to be.

"You guys make this tour more fun" His face formed a sad pout as he stretched his whole body across the leather sofa, silence filled the room, but it was pretty bearable and not less awkward with the silences I have with Luke.

I decide whether or not to speak about the giant hole in the armpit of his shirt but Michael's voice rings into the room quickly and loud as he runs with his hair all foiled up in aluminum as he seems to be running from someone.

"No! I don't want my hair to be Violet! I like my hair bleached blonde" Lou is dragging behind Michael, her eyes concentrated on his hands messing up the foils, I giggle at the sight of them two, being grateful to where we got here in the first place.

Flashback

"Who's that honey?" Mom looks over my shoulder and into the screen of my laptop, I shrug looking at the three boys on the Facebook page

"Are they friends of yours?" Her eyes are glued to the screen, like how I am "Wow, 435 likes on their Facebook?"

"They asked me to be their drummer" I mumble quietly, Mom instantly chirping in

"You should! They have the same hairstyle as you!"

I mentally facepalm myself as I subconsciously fix my hair

"It's a fringe mum!" I groan loudly stepping away from the desk

"I have a fringe! Your aunt Helen has a fringe, and your nanna, ooh, also that teac-"

Before she continues her long list of women rocking out the fringe only I can perfect, I stop her, telling her to go away but she stands her ground.

"What are you gonna say to those three boys?"

I shrug looking back down at the laptop, clicking on their separate profiles. I scratch my head sighing as I look at Michael's Facebook page. I curse under my breath as I look at all the liked pages he's had

My little pony rocks?

Sydney petting zoo for families?

I almost choke as I look at what he's put as his job

Male Stripper at the West Sydney Strip Club.

My eyes graze around his page as mum chuckles at a few of his posts, usually I'd tell mum to go away and leave me alone but right now I guess I need her to help me with the decision of joining the band.

"I think" I turn my head around trailing off not really knowing what to think

"That" I gulp pointing my finger up

"They're a bunch of these lanky nerds holy hell" I sigh as I sit back down into the chair rubbing the back of my palms to my eyes

Flashback over

Recalling memories like those remind me of the those little choices in life could really change the way everything could've turned out. Niall left the room to practice for soundcheck as slowly Calum and Luke walk in slowly discussing last nights football game.

"Ashton" I snap my head over to Luke's annoyed expression "your phones ringing" he quickly looks back at Calum as I instantly search for my phone literally slapping every part of my body for the hard piece of Phone.

The ringing continues as I stand, pulling the cushions out of the couch desperately looking for my phone

"Hello?" I instantly ask as I bring the newly found phone into my ear

"Yes, hi" it was a girl, and she was being extremely sarcastic with the tone in her voice "is this Ashton Irlose?" I furrow my eyes brows as I pace around the room

"Irwin" I say making sure the little brat got my name right "who is this anyways?" I snap at the girl

"Names Lexa, Irwierdo, the was cooler and better version of your band: The Rejects" Her voice scoffs through the phone. The fact that she had the guts to even get my number and just insult my band, who the hell even is this chick thinking anyways?!

The Rejects let me tell you, is one of the most annoying little bands to ever come across this Earth. They're four little brats thinking they know music and how to play instruments, and wear band shirts and pretend to listen to my favourite bands thinking it's their favourite -

"Irwout you there?" Her annoyed impatient tone leaves me speechless, thinking a person like her think she can boss me the fuck around

"You little bi-"

"Look" she snaps "I don't care what you think of me, I don't even know what you even look like or whatever instrument you believe you can play, but to be honest I don't even care, I just need you to do something."

"And why would I help you?" Is this chick crazy? Thinking she'd be able to let me do something after she just insulted me and my band?

"Just shut up Irdweeb, I don't think you or your dimwit friends have noticed but y'all gained a bunch of Twitter followers and popularity after our whole little feud on the radio, we gained people's attention and both of our bands our getting recognition from the big leagues." I furrow my eyebrows together trying to process everything in my head, even at school I couldn't keep up

"Famous musicians followed our band, Gerard, and even the Rolling Stones magazine, and if you haven't noticed, they've been following you guys too."

"And?" I ask completely gaining all her attention

"If you want this popularity to keep going, just keep this feud up, when they bring us up on interviews just bash us, and we'll do the same."

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