5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

#58 He Helps You With An Art Project

Ashton: For your photography class, you had to take a series of five photographs depicting a story. You could use any medium or any effect or editing software, as long as the original image wasn't photoshopped. You decided to tell the story of the five stages of grief. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. And you asked your boyfriend, Ashton to be your subject. You spent a whole week discussing your ideas with him, and he was very excited to get started. The second day of shooting, you were photographing his "Depression." You had him sit in front of a headstone with dead flowers. He thought the flowers were a bit much, but still held them for your benefit. You instructed him to think of something sad. Like the worst and saddest thing imaginable to get him in the proper mindset. Halfway through the shoot, he broke down in tears. At first, you took advantage of it and captured a few frames, but then he stood up and walked away. "Ash, what's wrong?" You consoled him. He wiped his tears and took you in his arms. "Don't ever die on me, (Y/N). I live you too much. Don't you ever leave me." He mumbled. "Was that your sad thought? Me dying?" You asked. He just nodded and sniffed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged you tight. "Maybe we can take a break. Let’s go get some ice cream." You suggested lightening the mood. Ashton nodded. You collected your things and walked hand in hand to the nearest ice cream parlour.

Luke: Pursuing music in university was getting increasingly difficult. You had always been musically gifted, and you were accepted into all of the art colleges you applied to, but the workload was getting overwhelming. Your most recent assignment was to write, record and produce an original song. You had made remixes and mash ups, re-recorded instrumental tracks and vocal tracks, but you had never written a song before. You had tried for three days to write something good, but you were failing miserably. You finally decided to call Luke. He wrote songs all the time, right? He must be able to help somehow. "Luke?" "Hey babe!" He answered. "It's been a while, how are things?" "Not so good." You replied. "I have to write an original song for school and I've got nothing. Three days of no lyrics or music. I need help." "How do you want me to help?" He asked. You asked him how to properly structure a song and to find the tune, and he happily obliged, informing you about the typical length of a chorus and the importance of bridges. But even though you had the fundamentals, you had no idea what to write about. "Where do you get your inspiration?" You asked him desperately. "You." He answered timidly. "You're my inspiration. Mostly because you're everywhere I go. Everything reminds me of you. So I use that to my advantage." You blushed. He really writes his songs about you? "I think I've got it now. Thank you, Luke. Love you!" "Love you, too, babe. I'll talk to you soon." You started to write immediately 'You're always there for me Even when you don't have to be...'

Calum: "How the hell am I supposed to paint a picture of me? That's all he said! How am I supposed to know what he wants!" You shouted exasperatedly as you pondered what to do about your new fine arts project. Calum, who was reclining on the couch, offered you some advice. "Babe, it's art. Do what you make of the assignment. Isn't that the whole point? You make it your own?" He was right. You sighed in resignation. "But what do I do? Do I do a self portrait? Is that too literal? Do I keep it abstract? Go confused soul on this mother-" "Calm down, (Y/N). Whatever you do, it's gonna be great. And I will be right here with Oreo cookies and I will sing you songs until you get it done! You can do it!" He cheered. "I can do it!" You repeated. "I can do it!" "You can do it!" "I can do it!" You finally shouted. You were glad to have someone as supportive and motivating as Calum.

Michael: "Michael! When are you coming to town?" You shouted into the phone. "I'm catching a flight tomorrow, why?" He yawned. "Because I need you." "Aw, I didn't know you could be so sappy." He joked. You sighed heavily. "Shut up. I need you to help me with my film project." "Okay. I will happily help you with your film project. But I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." He hung up the phone and you immediately set to work finishing your script and your storyboard. As soon as Michael arrived, you dragged him into your room to tell him what you needed him for. "We're going on an adventure." You said. "You and I are going walking on the trail a couple miles away and were going to make it an adventure." "And why do you need me?" He asked. "I know you are perfectly capable of going on a hiking trail with your expensive Nikon camera alone." You shrugged your denim jacket onto your shoulders and rolled up the sleeves. "Because then it would be a nature film. And I'd rather do it with someone I love anyways." He giggled and grabbed your camera off the desk. "Let's go then." You walked the ten minutes to your favourite hiking trail. Along the way, you filmed Michael walking and talking to you. You liked the way he smiled and the way his hair looked in the sunlight. You stopped in a large expanse of grass. "Michael, this is perfect!" You elated. "Go out way over there I can get a really nice wide zoom on this." You put the camera up to your eye, but Michael appeared in the viewfinder and took it from your hands."You're going to go out in that field and in front of the camera. You look beautiful and I want to catch it on film." He shoved you towards the sunset. You reluctantly stood facing Michael. He made a dorky face at you, and you giggled a little. You soon returned to his side."Now, we watch." You found a shady tree and lied down in its shadow .You reviewed the endless footage you caught. Michael then skipped to the end when he got you in front of the lens."You’re a pretty good camera operator." You mused as you saw what he shot."It's all you. Your pretty face and your ideas and your camera." He kissed your forehead."You know, we could have more fun here than just watching this footage." He pressed his lips to yours. You saw a flash of light and pulled away in confusion. Michael laughed and looked at the picture he snapped."So you want to have that kind of fun?"