(Literally don't message me yelling at me to stop writing sentences and words in Spanish. The main character speaks Spanish, don't like it? Don't read it. If you want me to translate, just comment, don't message me with hellhounds and fire and pitchforks. Shit.)

Jaylan's point of view

"Despacito," I sang with Ashton and we laughed as he tried singing along. "Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito, deja que te diga cosas al oído, para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo, despacito."

He watched in amazement and I blushed wildly as Brian and Luke clapped loudly. "Why is she so much cooler than us?" Luke repeated Ashton's previous question and I blushed.

"I'm not that cool. I just speak Spanish. You guys are the rockstars and singers and stuff, millions of fans and all that. I just um, can kinda sing like just a little, a tiny bit." I tried but they wouldn't buy it. "I'm just weird."

"You are a hell of a lot cooler than all of us combined." Brian promised and I pushed my hair out of my face. I wrapped my fingers around my wrist as I looked at them and Ashton pulled his phone out. "Let's go do something. I'm bored."

"Like?" Luke asked his boyfriend and Brian shrugged as Ashton opened Snapchat.

"Mind being in a little Snappy with me?" He asked and I shook my head, not thinking too much about it. I fixed my glasses and he started a video, making me put a smile on quickly.

"I'm here with little baby Dales, Jaylan Anne-Marie Dales," he said and I waved. "She speaks mad Spanish guys, and she's teaching me some too. I will be a bilingual man soon, just you wait and see. Who knew I'd be taught by a fourteen-"

"Quince."

"Fifteen year old." He corrected himself and I nodded. "I only understand numbers. I suck, which is why I have a teacher now."

"Sí, él es muy malo.  I told the camera and he laughed as he pushed me slightly.

"Went from, what's that word? Usted? To él?" He asked and I nodded.

"Sí." I nodded and he huffed as I smiled. "Less formal relationship now." I explained and he nodded.

"We're running out of time." He said and I stuck my tongue out before the video was up. He posted with without a caption and I took a deep breath as we took a picture with some animal filter.

He went to type a caption before he posted it that aswell, but he stopped and then looked at me. "Do you have a Snapchat?" He asked and I shook my head. "Instagram?"

"No..."

"Well that just won't do. Give me your phone." He told me and I handed it to him. "Are the apps even downloaded?"

"I just got the thing. It only has like one game, Twitter, and Tumblr." I told him as he went to the app store. "Pendejo." I mumbled as he downloaded the apps, which was actually pretty fast.

"Your password will be, Ashton is the best member in 5sos." He told me as he began making the accounts.

"En español."

"No, in English so I can hack your accounts." He told me and I rolled my eyes as he started the accounts. "There, your Instagram is done. Next is Snappery."

"¿Por qué?"

"Because you need them to document the shit you do so our fans don't think you're boring or hiding stuff. They'd go out of their way to expose you." He told me and I shifted awkwardly.

"Or maybe I just don't want the apps?"

"Not a valid answer." He said, mimicking a the sound of a red buzzer right after. I laughed at his imitation and then he handed the phone to me after the accounts were made. "I'm following you."

"Sure..." I trailed off, suddenly unsure about him being so open on the topic of Brian, Luke, and I, even the band and I. The thought of thousands and thousands of their fans being able to see my posts, and judge them, made me feel uneasy. They had a huge fandom.

I saw that Ashton followed me on Instagram, and then after that, fans were following me aswell. I rubbed my eye as thye kept coming and coming, and then turned my phone off after muting it, putting it inside of my back pocket. I looked at the couch, where Luke and Brian where, but they were suddenly gone.

I know they didn't just leave me with Luke's weirdo bandmate.

I shrugged and Ashton sat on the couch, not batting an eyelash at the two missing people. "You are now, offically apart of our family." Ashton said and laughed, showing me that Luke had followed me aswell, the band account following his suit.

I gave him large, fake smile and then nodded. "Great. That's great. Feels welcoming." I told him and he promised that it would be.

"Expect warm hearts and open arms." He assured and I took a deep breath, praying that he was right. I was apart of his fandom, and not everyone was as sweet he was saying. They're just as cruel as they are sweet.

-

"Headed back to school mañana." I told my friend, Lara, and she smiled widely. "Things here have been... crazy."

"Trust me, I know. My dad just stormed out of our house over meat. His carne asada was just a tad overcooked and he threw the biggest bitch fit known to man kind." She told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Drama queen." I sang and she agreed as I ran a hand through my hair. "Can I ask you something? Por favor."

"Yeah, of course. What's up?"

"How am I supposed to tell my new family that I'm genderfluid, or for a better, more common and understood word, genderqueer?" I asked her and she shrugged.

"Take it slow. You just got there babe. Not everyone is going to be accepting, so maybe try to get to know what their views on it are. Maybe bring the topic up." She advised and I nodded. "Have you worn your binder around them?"

"I'm scared." I admitted and she smiled sadly as I rubbed my eye. "What if they're absolutely against it? Or what if they make fun of me for it? It's freaking weird, Lar."

"It's not weird, and if they make fun of you, girl you can come live with me. You're amazing and deserve a loving household. My dad is a dick, but mi mamá es-"

"Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know. I'm conflicted. I don't want them to just like, make fun of me for being so fluctuate about how I dress and how I act. I'm already regretting half the shit I've said here and it's been like... one day. Just one and I ready want to hang myself with all of the shitty things I said." I told her and she smiled.

"How bad could it have possibly been?"

"I made a Stressed Out joke to Luke at breakfast. I don't even like the damn song." I told her and she winced.

"Ooh, that's not good." She laughed and I rolled my eyes as I ran a hand through my hair. "It'll be fine, just take things slow."

"Alright, alright I will. I just feel like it's better to rip the bandage off now." I sighed and she shook her head.

"Nah, just wait, take your time." She yawned and then laid down. "I'm sleepy, Jay. I think I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Alright. Goodnight Lar, I'll see you tomorrow." I told her and she waved. I ended the call and then turned my laptop off. I set it aside and then laid down on my bed, closing my eyes as I pulled a blanket over me.

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Question of the Chapter:
- Say your notp of 5sos adopted a kid, what would you do?

Author's Answer:
-  For me, it's probably turn my notp into one of my otps, I won't even lie.