Adopted by 5 Seconds of Summer

Chapter 1

"Yo Gabbeh, get down here." Carlen smiled fakely. I hate her, and she's probably about to blame me for something she did. I rolled my eyes and trudged down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. "Yes Carlen?" I said, clearly annoyed. "T-theres somebody here to a-adopt you." She stuttered as if the words were poison. I laughed hysterically, causing tears. "That's a good one, Carlen. Now what did you really call me down here for?" I asked. She gulped and pointed being her. I looked around her figure and choked on nothing. People. Four people. Four male people. Oh Lordy, help me please.

"Oim..... I'mma go back upstairs now." I said quickly, but my caregiver grabbed my hair. "Oh no you don't. If you're getting the chance to leave, then you'll be leaving cuz' I don't want ya. They already signed papers and have your things. Now leave." She spat. I jerked my hair away from her and trudged to the four guys, quite scared.

"Hello." The tall blonde one with a quiff and lip ring said. He shall be called Mr. Quiffy. "What's your name?" "Hello, Mr. Quiffy. I'm Gabbriella, but please call me Gabby." I said, smiling. He chuckled and pointed to a purple headed one with a eyebrow piercing. "Hello." He said. "Hi Mr. Violet." I said back. He smiled and pointed to an Asian, I think. "Hello Gabby." He said. "Hello Mr. Raven." I said, since his hair was raven black. "How are you, Gabby?" Said a curly headed one with a bandana. "Hello there, Curly Bandana." I said and smiled. He giggled, making me giggle too. Then everyone laughed. "Hey Mr. Quiffy, when are we gonna leave?" I asked him. "Well, Mrs. Gabby, right now, if you'd like." He answered. I nodded, and he chuckled, grabbing my bags. I followed them out of the orphanage, gaping at the long, black limo. I stopped dead.

"Holy sweet potatoes chips." I said. They looked at me and smiled. "What are you guys, fricking famous?!?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, a little." Curly Bandana said. My jaw hung to the ground. "Really." I said and walked behind Mr. Quiffy. I climbed in, and there were enough seats that all five of us could lay down. "Heyoh." I breathed. It was huge. AND there were seat warmers. I realized my fear was slowly subsiding, and I was taking a liking to these four lads.

We had just sat down when my stomach rumbled. "Gabby, are you hungry?" Mr. Raven asked. "No, I'm fine." I answered a little to quickly, but my stomach growled once more. "Are you sure?" Curly Bandana asked. "I said, I'm fine." I snapped. They all looked a little hurt, and I felt bad. "I'm sorry." I said. "But I don't want to eat. I'm too fat." They looked at me like I was an alien. "Gabby, you're not fat." Mr. Violet whispered to me. "Yes I am. Carlen always said I was, and she was right." I argued. My stomach rumbled, and I craved a piece of chicken. "John, take us to Nandos." Mr. Quiffy said. I felt tears run down my cheeks, but I wiped them away. And to no avail, Curly Bandana saw them.

"Awww, Gabby. Come here, sweetie." He said. His voice was thick, so his Australian was easier to here. He opened his arms, and I scooted in. He wrapped his rather large arms around my small frame and squeezed me gently, making me giggle. "What? Are you..... Ticklish?" He asked with a smirk. "Nope." I said casually. He cocked an eyebrow, but just hugged me again. I took in his scent. Cinnamon and apples. It was strangely calming, at least to me. Then I hugged Mr. Raven. He smelled like ax. I held back a gag. And Mr. Violet. He smelled like pizza. Um... The hell? And last but not least, Mr. Quiffy. He smelled like pine forest and rain. I finally layed in the floor of the limo, but had to sit up because we parked at Nandos. I smelled chicken, and my stomach rumbled again.

"Here, let me help you." Curly Bandana said and picked me up. I was not expecting that, so I squealed. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" He asked frantically. I put my hand over his mouth, making him quiet. "I'm OK. I've never had anyone pick me up before, so I was shocked." I told him. He nodded and got out of the car where everyone was waiting.

We walked in and I drooled a little, I think. "What would you like?" A girl at the register asked us. She looked at Mr. Quiffy seducivly, but I don't think he noticed. "Um, what're you getting, Curly Bandana?" I asked. "I'm getting a stuffed chicken wrap." He told both me and the girl. She winked at him and he rolled his eyes, but she didn't see. "I'll have what he's getting." I said to her. She rolled her eyes, but put it down. I don't remember what everyone else ordered, just that she slipped them all her number. Whore.

"What a hoe." Mr. Raven scoffed when we sat down. I giggled lightly and he looked at me. "You think that's funny?" He said playfully. "Yes." I said back, still giggling. "That word is just.... I dunno. Funny sounding." He chuckled, and then Hoe walked up, with a quite a few more buttons undone than earlier. I gagged, and Mr. Quiffy was holding in laughter. She brought us our drinks, and I said: "Give me the papers with her number on it." I said. They looked at me, but handed the papers over. I chuckled to myself and his them in my hand until Hoe came back.

"Here you go." She purred at Mr. Violet. I scoffed at her and she glared at me. Then she 'accidentally' spilled my coke on me. I stood up, looked her in the eye, and punched her in the face. She fell, and all the boys were laughing their asses off.

We would get along just fine. Juuussssttt fine.