Austin's POV
It was a normal day in the life of me and my friends.We had just finished a dance routine to "Rich girl" by Gwen Stefani Today was my turn to choose so I had to find one that would smash.
"Hey Porter do you know where you put my charger" says nick voice loudly from the house.
I reply " it's in the living room" before going through the hallway to my room and closing the door.
I laid in my bed thinking about how cool it would be to perform in front of an audience; the smell of the stadium hitting my nose everyday, the rush I feel inside just before I go on, sounds of fans traveling through my ears when I spill each verse. You could say I'm glad I love being in the spotlight
Suddenly the room is filled with the sounds of low baritone.
"Hey Austy" says Zion bursting into my space with an annoying expression, a smirk and a look of trouble in his coffee brown eyes
"Hi Zi" I respond tired pulling my self up from my brick colored bedset to get in it ( suprising right?)
"Did you check the mail?" He asks while we walk to the living room
When we came to live here the room had to be a mix of us to feel at home. The walls were painted a light Grey with pink trimming,
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Prettymuch Gets Pretty
Teen FictionZion and the others are talented dancers, so talented that it gets them a scholarship to a school in San Diego...only problem is the scholarship is for girls,and in order for them to keep it they have to-you guessed it dress as girls! what's in stor...
