Next door neighbor Ashton playing his drums until the wee hours of the morning the first night you move in so you march over to his house in your big t-shirt and little shorts with you hair up in a bun and pound on his door until he answers it, your complaint unable to come out of your mouth as the shirtless sweaty boy smirks down at you, "Want a private concert?" sET ME ON FIRE I CAN'T DO THIS
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5 Seconds of Summer Jokes and Randomness 3
RandomThe third book in the 5 Seconds of Summer Jokes and Ranomness series •credit to whoever wrote these•
