A/N- I'm on mobile and I hit the wrong button omg sorry guys give me a second here to finish
Calum:
You had always been really bad at deciphering song lyrics. It hadn't been a problem until you had to live with a musician. As you started to hear more and more music an incurable urge to sing along developed as well. The issue was clear, how can a person who has no idea what a person is singing sing along? Quite simply you made a lot of mistakes that Calum found rather hilarious much to your dismay.
Some of the hardest songs for you was the SLSP EP making it that much harder of course. You thought it was hard to TALK to Luke let alone try to figure out what he was trying to sing! This being said most of the time you made stuff up to fill in the blanks or mumbled along. It just so happened that the entire 5sos band decided to be over at the house while you had one of these unfortunate episodes.
Your brother and friends were "working" while you were doodling and listening to music. When Pandora started to play She Looks So Perfect everyone started to sing along prompting you to do the same. It was all good until it wasn't. At some point you had in fact looked up the lyrics, but now the song had gotten to a point in which you had no idea, so you belted out you thought you heard.
"I'VE GOT A MEATSTICK STRAIGHT OUT OF '94!" You sang, just going with the flow of the song. Ready to sing the next line, your voice was overpowered by the uncontrollable laughter coming out of the room next to you.
Stopping the song, you turned to Calum, who along with the rest of his band mates, was trying to catch his breath. "What was that?" He gasped, looking over at Ashton before dissolving into another giggle fit. Not wanting to embarrass yourself further, you blushed and shrugged, turning away.
"I mean, what IS a meat stick?" Luke asked, popping up from the floor where he had previously collapsed.
"I have a few ideas." Michael wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"THERE ARE CHILDREN IN HERE!" Calum gasped getting up and covering your ears with his hands. Ashton rolled his eyes and covered Luke's while Michael apparently explained what his theory was. Obviously not being an awesome lip reader you could only go off of what his hand gestures were, which were not really painting a picture you wanted to see. When Calum finally moved away Michael was done talking but had a satisfied grin on his face.
"What I'd really like to know is why anyone would eat a pre-packaged meat product from the 90's." Ashton muttered, giving Michael a disgusted glare.
"Unless of course it wasn't a meat product in the traditional sense but-." Michael started to talk again but was silenced by a sharp slap by Ashton.
"I don't understand." You sighed still deeply flushed from the entire ordeal.
"You don't wanna know." Cashton responded simultaneously while Luke just shrugged.
"You can't predict what will come out of Michaels mouth, just move out of the line of fire when it does."
A/N- So as previously mentioned sorry about the button mixup. Also for the next few weeks I have a thingy to do so I will still get a chapter out a week the times just might be weird!
Ashton:
You had just started a poetry unit in your English class and with all good introductions, your teacher had assigned a project. You were to analyze a song as they were similar to works of poetry. Of course being related to Ashton picking an artist wasn't difficult, but a specific song, that was another story. You decided to consult Ashton as he knew the music way better than you and you honestly couldn't choose. After all, you were new to his music, not having yet listened to all of his songs.
"Ashton, which of your songs would you consider to be the most poetic?" You asked, finding him and the other boys eating in the kitchen.
"Maybe Amnesia, or The Girl Who Cried Wolf." He suggested, turning from his conversation with Calum.
"Why?" Luke asked, his speech muffled by an entire mouthful of pizza.
"I'm supposed to be analyzing song lyrics for a project." You replied, writing down Ashton's suggestions.
"And you chose to do one of our songs? I'm flattered." Calum grinned, setting his food down, "But you're going about this all wrong."
"YOU SHOULD DO GOOD GIRLS!" Michael interrupted earning multiple glares from the others.
"I don't think her teacher would appreciate that song." Luke snickered.
"Shut up! I meant that she should be doing one of my choices. Listen, don't be all depressing like Ashton, pick something more upbeat like Permanent Vacation." Calum explained, placing a hand on your shoulder and gesturing to the air in front of the two of you as if allowing you to see the vision.
"That one I like, but if you really want a deeper meaning pick Greenlight." Michael butted in, this time Ashton actually slapped him.
"Greenlight? I haven't heard that one." You said confused, looking over at Ashton questionably. Why didn't that one come up? Was he trying to hide something?
"No. No maybe Calum's right, something upbeat and symbolic like Voodoo Doll." Your brother said hurriedly changing the subject and giving the others a look. You knew that look all too well and it wasn't going to work this time. The damage had been done and now for better or worse you were curious.
"So what's Greenlight about then?" You completely ignored Ashtons little speech and turned to the other three for answers.
"It was a bonus track on the first album. I'm surprised he hasn't listened to it with you." Luke explained clearly skirting around your question.
"We HAVE listened to the album but not THAT song so wHATS IT ABOUT?" You huffed not at all impressed by their dancing around the subject.
Calum grinned and opened his mouth to answer but Michael interrupted, "Google it." He said quickly.
"Wha-?" Calum turned to Michael in shock but a hand was shoved over his mouth.
"Google it." He gritted out nodding at you.
You looked at him confused but got your phone out anyway. As you were typing in the search the boys all huddled together and whispered clearly thinking that you didn't hear.
"WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST THAT?" Ashton hissed clearly not pleased by the other twos suggestion.
"She's just looking up the lyrics." Michael said innocently and you could hear his pout pretending to be upset at Ashton's anger.
"Yea, besides she's bound to hear it eventually better here than on the streets." Calum added clapping your brother on the back.
"I'm not so sure-." Luke said warily, but he was cut off like usual by Michael.
"Luke would you rather her be uninformed?" Michael asked appalled.
"Well no but-." He tried to continue but was again interrupted by his bright haired bandmate.
"But what? There's no need for that. What we need to do is make sure that Y/N here is ready to be a part of the real world, and part of that is facing facts. Facts like Greenlight." Michael said, speaking as if he was addressing a much larger crowd.
Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task at hand and began to skim through the lyrics. Your eyebrows rose higher and higher the farther through you got until you finally turned to Ashton.
"Well?" He asked nervously clearly still wary of what you might say.
"I think that Michael was right." You shrugged looking back down. Malum high fived clearly feeling superior.
"Told ya." Michael said sending Luke a triumphant smile.
"Let me finish, there was a deeper meaning, but Luke was also correct when he said he thought my teacher wouldn't appreciate it. So I think I'm going to play it safe with Amnesia." You concluded. Luke mocked Michael, and Ashton looked over at you relived it was over.
"Hmph go with the B team then." Calum frowned turning away.
"Please, me and Ashton were always way better at this kind of thing we were ALWAYS the A team." Luke scoffed.
"Who do you think you are?" Calum gritted out to Luke clearly unhappy, but the tallest blonde looked unfazed as he answered.
"A human, who's better at this than you."
Luke: crap this is supposed to be Luke not Calum
Pet peeves. Everyone has them, and nobody likes it when something sets one off. One of your pet peeves just so happened to be redundancy. When somebody repeated themselves over and over (and over and over and over) it made you nauseous. In order to combat this, you would often count the number of times a specific word or phrase was said to distract yourself.
A perfect example of the habit was when you were listening to music. Most of the time you were all good but every now and then a song would get on your nerves. One song in particular was Waste The Night, and of course because you had a love hate relationship with the song Luke had to play it all the time. The song was extremely catchy, but most of it was just the same line repeated, so it was rather irritating when it got stuck in your head.
This being said, when you found Luke listening to it, you visibly flinched.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked looking up from his massive pile of paper.
"Yea." You sighed walking past him into the kitchen, beginning the count.
You had only gotten to about fourteen "Don't wanna"s' by the time the song finished. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back to your snack much happier when Luke turned it BACK ON. Gritting your teeth, you powered through the beginning, silently starting to count again just wanting to leave. Finally finishing your food you quickly left the room.
"COME BACK Y/N I'M LONELY!" Luke screamed after you, forcing you to turn back around and face the music. (Quite literally)
"Lukkkkkkkke, do you need something?" You groaned poking your head back to look at him.
"Come and sit with me." He patted the chair next to him and looked at you pouting. Irritated, but not wanting to disappoint him you sat down and took out your phone to distract yourself. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence except of course for the despicable song in the background which by the way, had now used the phrase thirty three times.
"What are you counting?" Luke asked suddenly scaring you a little.
"Huh, I was counting out loud?" You asked bewildered. You must have not been paying attention and verbalized your thoughts.
"Yea, were you counting along with the song?" He chuckles putting two and two together.
"Yes, but more specifically the phrase "don't wanna" you say it a total of forty nine times." You informed him, gritting your teeth.
"I know, what's your point?" He fired back getting defensive.
"I don't know what to think, it's incredibly catchy but in an infuriating kind of way. Like the flu."
"Did you really just compare my favorite song to the flu?"
"Maybeeeeeee?"
A/N- THANK YOU ALL FOR OVER 500 VOTES AND OVER 13000 READS! Ya know I actually do count (the song) and it really does sometimes get on my nerves. Oh well...
Michael:
It was spring break and Michael had flown you in to visit them while on tour for a few days. It was incredibly fun to hang out with your brother after him being gone for so long. The issue was that he still had to work, and you had to come along. This meant a lot of time spent running through empty venues and playing mind-numbing games on his phone. You put up with it as even though you were bored at least you got to be bored with Michael. Another plus was of course listening to their music as much as you wanted. The mix so much free time and music was of course analyzation of the lyrics.
One song that you simply couldn't understand even after multiple hours of pondering was Safety Pin. Why would anyone choose to use a safety pin on their heart when there were much more effective remedies? Not being able to keep your questions quiet, you decided to confront Michael the next time they played the song.
"Hey Y/N! What's up? Did you like it?" Michael asked cheerfully when you approached the stage between songs.
"I guess, can I ask you a question?" You frowned, looking up at him.
"You just did." He smirked, but put his water bottle down and hopped off the stage. (Thankfully without falling for once.)
"I'm serious." You whined, crossing your arms. Ugh, dad jokes.
"Right, yea. You can ask me anything." He said seriously, focusing on you.
"Why would you safety pin your hear back together?" You asked, clearly catching him by surprise. Michael looked at you strangely and shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM!" Calum screamed from on stage, and Michael turned to flip him off.
"I mean, I would take some duct tape over a safety pin any day. If you pulled on it they would rip off. Stitch them back together. Gimme some of that gorilla glue." You rambled, slightly embarrassed as all eyes turned to you. Michael was quiet for a few seconds, but nodded at you.
"You know what, you're right, we should make some changes." He jumped back up and pulled the other three boys into a huddle. There was some muffled whispering before they all took their places.
"LET'S GORILLA GLUE THE PIECES OF OUR BROKEN HEARTS BACK TOGETHER!" Luke sang out, and you winced. He stopped seeing your face and everyone started laughing.
"It's called artistic license little sister!" Michael chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
"Whatever, just don't do that again."