Long Way Home (5SOS)

Chapter Twenty-one

Aspen

"Aspen, Summer left" Luke wails running into my room. He looks like he'll start crying any second. I shrug and continue reading Anarchy (A/N read that harry fanfic bc holy jesus).

"I would care why?" I ask confused. She most likely went to America.

"We need to do something" He screeches. Michael walks in and rolls his eyes.

"Summer's a big girl" He says shrugging, plopping down next to me. I nod in agreement, causing Luke to sigh, walking out of the room.

Michael stretches out on my bed and pulls out his phone. I shrug and continue to read. After about 15 minutes, Michael starts jabbing my side with his finger. I squirm laughing, causing him to start tickling me. I get up bolting down the stairs, running into the living room. I duck behind the coffee table, noticing a note on the top.

Aspen,

We went to a festival. Knowing you don't like bubbly pop music, we didn't ask you. Lol. We will be back tom. afternoon

-Tierney, Ava, Calum, Luke, Ashton

I shrug crumpling it up. I hear footsteps enter the room and my head shoots up to see Michael standing there with a devilish smirk. I sqeak, running upstairs. I fling myself into my music room, with Michael right behind me.

"Back up I have uh I have a guitar pic!" I exclaim holding up one of my many guitar picks strewn around the room. He just laughs.

"I have I uh have this notepad?" I say, but it came out more like a question. He continues to laugh, so I throw the notepad at him. He chuckles and stands up walking over to my guitars. He looks at me, as if asking if he could play it I nod. He picks it up, strumming the chords to Teenage Dirtbag. I walk over sitting down on my cajon, and start playing along. Michael starts singing:

Her name is Noel

I have a dream about her

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Her boyfriend's a dick

And he brings a gun to school

And he'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He lives on my block

And he drives an IROC

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Man, I feel like mold

It's prom night and I am lonely

Low and behold

She's walking over to me

This must be fake

My lip starts to shake

How does she know who I am?

And why does she give a damn about me

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin

Michael and I finish the song and high five. I tell him how good he is at singing and he smiles telling me I'm good as well. I smile thanking him standing up. I walk out of the room, Michael trailing behind me. We walk down the hall, I stop in my room, to grab my phone.

We decide to go to Maccas. We walk the few blocks, arriving there in 15 minutes. I get a Happy Meal with a M&M McFlurry, and Michael gets the same. We sit down after getting our food. We talk and eat, for about an hour. Once were done eating we leave, walking back to my house. Since Michael lives a couple houses down he walks back with me, saying bye as he walks into his house. I walk inside the house and walk upstairs. I flop on my bed, falling asleep instetly.

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Hello! Hope you enjoyed! Love you lots like jelly tots!

-Emily