Cant Wait Another Day || M.C.

Part 4

"I ran away." I laugh, lightly. Then I see that her jaw dropped open and I laughed harder. "I know, right? I just ran away. I didn't know what to do. I was 16. I didn't even know you could feel that way about someone and before even knowing his full name? It was crazy." I smiled, covering my mouth with my hand a bit to hide how large my smile was.

"So what happened next?!" Robyn wasn't even interviewing me by this point. We were just talking as if we were two girl friends who were sharing some juicy life drama. I shrugged before I continued, again, smiling like an idiot.

"He followed me." I said, and even now I can barely believe this actually happened, but it did. "He followed me and stopped me in some half-abandoned hallway, giving me my notebook back. At first I was kind of mad. Like, he had no right to read my poems like that, but another part of me couldn't even look at him. I just took the notebook and said thanks in the smallest voice that I think has ever come out of me. The next thing I know, he introduced himself, knew who I was, and told me my poems were good. He suggested we hang out sometime and since then, we've been inseparable, I guess." I finish with a shrug.

"Sounds like a real teenage dream." Robyn says, smiling at me. I nod.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I agree with her.

"Now tell me about your name, Sheena, where's that from?" She asks and I smile.

"It's from the Ramones song Sheena is a Punk Rocker. I don't know, my parents were really into them when I was born I guess. They're one of my favorite bands." I answer and Robyn continues to ask me a few more questions about myself, Johnny, my family, my life so far, but once those questions are up she tells me I'm free to go and the next person to be interviewed is Ian. I tell her good luck with Ian. He's a bit of a horn-dog and she looked absolutely stunning. She's going to need all the luck she can get.

As I exit the room and walk down the hallway I hear a lot of commotion from the room I left the boys in. I groan to myself, expecting the worst, but as I turn the corner I notice they are all sitting around laughing to themselves. They all have beers in their hands and I rub my eyes, not sure if what I'm seeing is actually true.

"Did I miss something, here?" I ask the room and they all look over to me. Johnny gets up and walks over. He leans down and kisses me on the top of the head before walking to the mini fridge behind me. He swiftly returns, handing me a beer. He opens it with his teeth, which seem to impress the 5sos boys. "Thanks." I mumble, still confused as to why everyone is all of a sudden so happy and friendly.

"You were gone for a long time." Johnny mumbles close to my ear as though he can hear my thoughts. "We made friends." He finishes and raises his beer in the air. The 5sos boys, Ian and Lou do the same before they all take a swig.

"I see this, well Ian, you're up next." I say, motioning with my thumb that he ought to go to the room behind me.

"Right, right." Ian says, getting up off the couch and putting his beer on the table. "None of you mess with that when I'm gone. I'll remember exactly how much is in that bottle! I swear it!" He gives a warning. Never come between Ian and his beer. As Ian passes us, Johnny grabs my elbow lightly and pulls me over to the couch. I sit down next to him and he puts his arm around my shoulders.

"You were gone in there a long time. What were you talking about?" Johnny asks me and I shrug, tracing circles around the opening of my beer. "What?" He asks again, and I just look up at him.

"The notebook day." I say and his face scrunches up for about 10 seconds before he smirks at me, confidently.

"What's the notebook day?" Ashton asks and Lou gags.

"It's the day they met. Don't even get them started, we'll be here all night." Lou answers Ashton, which earns him a middle finger from Johnny.

"Well, maybe someday when we have more time." Calum adds, smiling at the two of us.

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Ian and Lou's mock interviews went significantly faster than Johnny's or mine. We couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing, but by the end of the day we were just ready to go home. Tim and Greg from management wanted to meet with us one more time before we left for the night, so we were back in the conference room waiting for them to tell us the verdict on whether or not we could tour with 5sos during the North American leg of their World Tour. As Tim and Greg enter the room, I notice I sit up a little straighter, Ian snaps his attention to them, Lou does absolutely nothing, and Johnny's hand goes instantly toward the area of my leg right above knee as he gives it a quick squeeze.

"So, we've decided that we like you. I know we said that before, but we actually really like you guys. You get along with the 5sos guys great, you all have great chemistry, there's definitely a lot in the band that we can work with. So, if you're up for it, we want you to join the North American leg of the tour. It starts in March, and seeing that it's October, we'd like to sign you as well. We were thinking you could start next week on creating your first professional produced LP. That way we will have some time to market you guys and have merchandise of yours to sell at the concerts." Tim finishes and the 4 of us are just looking at each other dumbfounded. We barely had time to process anything. To be honest, none of us thought we were actually going to get the gig when we walked in this building this morning.

"This is a contract." Eric continues since we weren't saying anything. He hands a copy to all of us. "It's only valid if you all sign it. You can take one home, look it over, and see if there's anything you'd like to negotiate. Just let us know your answer by the end of the week." Eric finishes and we all get up. Johnny is the first to shake Eric and then Tim's hands. The rest of us follow suit and we walk in silent state of shock until we get to the car. We didn't even bother to look for the 5sos boys to tell them what just happened. We all just knew that we needed to get out of the building before one of us lost our cool. Sure enough, we make it to the car, throw our instruments in the back, lock the doors, and as soon as Ian turns the ignition he starts screaming.

"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! DID WE JUST... DID WE JUST...." He keeps repeating it over and over as if he can't actually get the words out of his mouth. Lou is sitting in the passengers seat next to Ian just screaming out the window at the top of his lungs.

"We just got a fucking record deal. We're going on tour. We're making an album, a professionally produced album." Johnny has his head pressed against my forehead as he speaks calmly, waiting for it all to sink in. I just continue to stare into his eyes. He kisses me over and over excitedly before he joins Lou in screaming out the windows. Quickly, I grab the aux cord from the front seat, plug in my phone, and play Fast Cars by the Buzzcocks as loud as it can go. We were all on a high and we weren't coming down. The boys and I drove around for a bit before returning home. As soon as we made it home, Johnny pulled me out of the car.

"Guys, unpack the car, will ya?" He shouts to them, eyes not leaving mine. That smirk has me melting yet again. I hear the boys groan but he just laughs. Johnny then bends over, grabs me by my legs and throws me over his shoulder. I scream a bit, latching myself on to whatever part of him I can. "Also, guys, don't ye dare come into our room." He shouts without turning around and I just giggle like a mad man as he brings us upstairs. I love this man.