preference 1: you meet for the first time
Calum: you were so close to fall asleep, but the only job hours they had open were from 9pm-6am. You worked in the drive-thru of McDonalds, and it was currently 2am. You had spent last night studying for exams and essays until 1am in the morning. All you wanted to do was sleep, but no, you had to work tonight. “Hello welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you?” You asked in a bored, monotone voice. You heard a deep chuckle through the headphones, and muttering. You waited until they finished discussing their meals. “Hi um we’d like to order please” You heard a boy with a deep aussie accent say. “Um yes that’s why it says ‘order here’ dumbass” you heard another aussie voice say, and a mumbled ‘shut up michael’ you laughed for the first time ever tonight, and took their order. You were the only one working, so you stood up from your stool and walked over to grab their food. When you came back, 4 really cute teenage boys were looking back at you. But the one that really caught your eye was the one who was in the driver’s seat. He had black hair with a blonde streak, and mesmerizing brown orbs. “That’d be $26.28 please” you said looking at the computer in front of you. He handed you a credit card, and you swiped it. Right as you handed him back his credit card, you heard a ‘ding’ that told you the food was ready. You grabbed their food and drinks, but as you were walking back you heard whispering and muttering. “You are so into her, Calum!” You heard a voice say to ‘Calum’ You felt bad for eavesdropping, but you couldn’t help it. When you heard silence you walked back and handed them their food and drinks. While they passed around the bags, you grabbed the receipt and wrote down your number “xxx-xxxx call me ;) -(y/n)” and handed it to him before they drove off. The next morning he texted you. You started texting each other, and that is how your relationship developed.
Michael: you were officially having the worst day ever! First you woke up an hour late for your flight, there were no opening flights to Sydney until 6pm, you split coffee all over your favorite white shirt, and honestly all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry your eyes out. You were currently sitting in the plane, looking out the window, waiting for the plane to departure so you can return home. You had your headphones on, and all you wanted to do was fall asleep. Right before you closed your eyes, wanting to forget about this all day with just a nice, relaxing nap. Someone tapped your shoulder, and you snapped. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?! HONESTLY ALL I WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW IS JUST FALL ASLEEP SO IF YOU COULD JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” People on the flight started looking at you with disgusted looks on their faces, and honestly you could not care less. You turned to face the person who had tapped you, and your breath hitched. You looked up to see the one and only Michael Clifford, from the band 5 Seconds of Summer, your favorite band. “Um you’re in my seat. I think yours is the aisle next to these seats.” He said, looking at you with scared eyes. Who could blame him? I scared the living shit out of him probably. You were embarrassed, tired, and all you wanted to do was die in embarrassment. “Sorry” you mumbled quietly and stood up, grabbing your bag while tears were brimming in your eyes. You removed your bag, unable to make eye contact with him. You sat back down in your seat, and covered your face with one arm, covering your face while softly sobbing. After a few minutes, you calmed down, you looked to the side to see Michael looking at you. He smiled, even though you caught him staring at you, and you could not help but blush slightly. “Bad day, eh?” He asked, pointing to your stained shirt. You looked down and chuckled, “You have no idea.” He chuckled, and you apologized for the way you had yelled at him. “No problem, it’s not everyday I run into a gorgeous girl in a plane.” You blushed. “I’m Michael, by the way.” You smiled, “I’m Y/N.” Maybe this day wasn’t THAT bad...
Ashton: “Welcome to Starbucks,” you greet, trying not to sound as bored and tired as you felt. “Thanks,” you hear a sweet Australian accent. It sounds somehow familiar...You look up and are greeted by a pair of those familar hazel eyes that belonged to Ashton Irwin, from one of your favorite bands, 5 Seconds of Summer. You tried to contain your inner fangirl and acted like he was just a regular costumer. “What would you like?” You asked, hoping he doesn’t see how nervous you are to be speaking to him. Which was pretty hard, because he was right in front of me! Oh god, what if I say something embarrassing?! He’ll probably think I’m a total freak! You sighed in relief when he gave you his order. “Could I get four Chocolate Chip frappuccinos, four birthday cake pops, three chocolate donuts, and a banana bread loaf?” He asks politely, smiling at me. “Sure,” you reply, grinnning. “It’s not all for me!” He blurted, making you laugh. “Okay,” you said, starting to pull out the donuts he pointed to. You finish bagging his food, and putting the four drinks in the carrier, placing it all on the counter. He scurries over and grabs his order in his arms, shooting you an award-winning smile. “Enjoy!” you called out. “You too!” Ashton agrees. “I mean uh, thanks!” He corrects, his pile of food nearly falling over. “Sorry,” he mumbled, blushing slightly, “I just get nervous talking to pretty girls.”
Luke: your parents told you that they were having a friend over. It was someone who they had met back in Australia, where we used to live at. Apparently, their friend is currently in the states. You weren’t expecting anybody special, considering all of your parents’ friends were either boring, old, or both. It was gonna be an ordinary night, like all the others. The doorbell rang and your mom asks for you to answer it, while she finishes up setting the dining table. “Luke Hemmings?” You stood there shocked. Your dad walks up behind you, “(Y/N), is that any way to treat our guests? Please, come in!” Your dad said, coming up behind you. He hugged Luke’s mum first, Liz, I think is her name. And then he hugged Luke. “Oh! Look how much you’ve grown! Since the last time we saw when you were still in diapers!” Yep, those were your enthusiastic parents. You gotta love ‘em, right? During that dinner, you had learned many things you had not known before. In fact, you found out you and Luke used to be best friends when you were both little. You shared a crib together, whenever your parents got together. “You even took a bath together!” Your mum looked back and forth between you and Luke. “Oh my god! This is so embarrassing!” You buried your face in your hands. “Maybe we can show you pictures later if you want!” Liz joked, making your parents laugh, and you and Luke to groan and blush in embarrassment. After dinner, you two were assigned the dishes. You washed, he dried. “I actually think it’s pretty cool we were best friends when we were little.” Luke said, drying a plate. Great, he just had to bring up that topic! He looked over to you and smiled, “You’re blushing, (Y/N)” You blushed harder, continuing to wash the dirty plate. He turned you around so your back was up against the counter. You looked down, but he raised your chin up with his finger. “It’s too bad we used to be best friends, cause I really like you more than a best friend.” He said, making yo smile. Maybe this dinner wasn’t bad after all.
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