Brooklyn's point of view

"Nate, what's up?" I asked him and he walked into my house. "Well, come in why don't you?" I said sarcastically as I closed the front door.

"Amelia is being a bitch." He said and then ran his hand through his dyed hair. I rose an eyebrow at him questionably and he sighed.

"That's not very nice."

"Yeah, well, I'm not nice when someone pisses me off." He said and I nodded. "I told her no dating and yet she goes and starts dating that one boy."

"Dude, chill." I said and he looked at me angrily. "How about we take this conversation up to my room so the others can't hear this?"

"Sounds good. Let's go." He said and grabbed my hand. He took me up to my room and then he shut the door. "Amelia is pissing me off."

"Dude, come on, she's barely like seven minutes younger than you. If you can have a few past girlfriends, let her have a date." I told him and he looked at me as if I was stupid.

"She can't get heartbroken at fourteen, are you out of your mind?" He asked and I looked at the ceiling as a thought occured to me. "Seriously Brooklyn?"

The guys don't know he's here... huh.

"Most guys now think the most romantic guesture is a woman crush Wednesday or a like on an instagram post." He told me and grabbed my shoulders. "They think dressing up is pulling their sagging jeans up and throwing a flannel over their shirts. Guys in this generation are fucked."

"Dude, not all guys are like that okay? Are you like that? Do you act like that?" I asked and he shook his head. "See? Not all guys in this generation are fucked."

"Yeah but just because I'm not doesn't mean there are other guys like me. I'm one of a kind." He said and then bit his bottom lip as I flinched a bit. "Fuck, I'm yelling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. I don't mean to yell, it just happens. It's a thing I have." He said.

"It's fine." I said softly. "Besides, just let her have a date. You have to learn sometime, right? Maybe he's a good guy. Maybe he's sweet and caring and picks flowers from his mum's garden to give her."

"I fucking hope so because if he doesn't I will rip every hair out of his head and choke him with it." He told me and then looked at me. "I just don't want her to get heart broken like I was. I was a wreck and she's more fragile than I am." He said and sighed.

"Just chill okay? Not every guy is a dick." I said and he nodded. "Also, not every girl is a bitch. There are some really sweet girls out there. Caring, kind hearted, and fun to be around." I told him and he smiled.

"Thanks." He said as he pulled his band shirt down. He pulled me into a hug and I giggled a bit. I hugged him back and then the door opened.

"When did you get here?" Luke asked as we pulled away. "What's going on?" He asked, sounding a bit upset.

"He was knocking on the door a little while ago and you and Ashton were in your rooms. He walked in and then ranted about how he's upset his sister is dating someone because he said that we aren't allowed to date yet because we're too young." I said and he nodded.

"Well, he isn't wrong." He said and I rolled my eyes. "Just, tell us next time okay? I didn't, and don't, want to find out someone is here by yelling."

"I'm sorry Luke, I'm just really upset. She shouldn't be dating at fourteen and yet she still is." Nate said and he nodded.

"I'll go back to my room, keep this door open okay?" He said and I nodded, telling him I would. He left and I looked at Nate.

"Now," he said and sat down on my bed. "What's up little miss Brooky?" He asked as he leaned against the headboard.

"Nothing." I said and sat beside him, telling him to scoot over. "I was just cleaning my closet before you came by." I told him and he laughed.

"Yeah? How fun."

"I know right? Going through skirts and dresses is so fun, especially when you're rearranging them by length." I said and he rose an eyebrow.

"Length eh? What's the shortest one? I might need to throw it away." He said and I rolled my eyes at him. "Let me see it."

"It's not that short Nate, it goes up to my thighs." I said and he narrowed his eyes at me. "You know thighs and ass are two totally different things." I told him and he laughed.

"Skin is skin to so many guys. Some even get aroused by a bare back, like, what the hell is so sexy about a back? Or a shoulder? Come on man, have some respect." He groaned and I laughed.

"True." I said and crossed my legs. "So, do you really want to go through my closet?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I was kidding... somewhat." He said and I nodded. "Anyways, did you like the cd I gave you?" He asked me and I smiled.

"It's amazing." I said. "I've been listening to it on repeat. I love it." I told him and he smiled. "Thank you. It's the best thing someone has ever like given to me."

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded. "So you actually like those songs and bands now?"

"I've grown used to the screaming and achingly loud instrumentals." I said and he laughed. "Yeah, I like it. It's amazing." I said and he nodded.

"I'm glad." He told me and folded his arms behind his head. "Me and Amelia are going to the boardwalk to hang out after school, do you want to go?"

"I don't know if the guys trust me enough yet." I said and pouted. "I'll ask though. How long will you guys be there?" I asked him.

"We usually hang out there until like five and then we go back home. Mum and dad trust Amelia enough because apparently she's much more trustworthy and is the perfect little girl." He said with an eyeroll.

"It's okay." I said and nudged him. "I'll ask if I can go, if I can't then it's whatever." I said and he nodded.

"Hey Br-Oh, hi Nate. When did you get here?" Michael asked confused and I laughed. "You didn't sneak in through her window did you?"

"No. You and Calum were too engrossed in some action/porno movie to pay attention when we went up here." He said and Michael nodded while laughing.

"Oh, okay." He said and chuckled. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the store with me to pick up a few things for dinner but you're with Nate so I'll just ask the couple." He said.

"Shit, it's uh it's fine. Mum wants me home because I may or may not have told her that I was leaving the house." Nate said and got off of my bed. "See you at school, and don't forget to ask the two." He said and I nodded as he kissed my cheek.

"See you at school." I said and he said bye to Michael before walking out. "He's going to be so grounded."

"I agree." Michael said and chuckled. "Anyways, up for a little grocery shopping?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Let me get decent first. I'm not leaving in short shorts and a camisole." I said and he nodded. He closed my door and then I went to my closet.

I grabbed a leather skirt and then a white singlet. I put the two on after I stripped down and then I tucked my shirt in. I threw one of the pink varsity jackets that had '95' on it and then I laced on my pink pair of converse.

I put my hair in a side braid after I brushed it and then I ran outside. "Shit dude, they don't sell clothes after the grocery store." Michael said.

"Come on Mikey. I need some more long sleeved shirts and basketball shorts. A few of mine ripped and my white long sleeves are pink now." Calum said as I walked down to the living room with them.

"Not my fault you had Ashton's red bandana in there with your shirts." Michael retorted and Calum threw one of the pink shirts at him.

"Come on, help a brother out." Calum pouted and Michael sighed, agreeing to by him some more while we were out. "You're the best Mikey."

"Yeah yeah," Michael muttered and he looked at me. "Ready little miss Brooklyn?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Let's go." He said and I followed him out of the house after I waved bye to Calum. "We're barbecuing tonight so if need to pick up some buns and meat, also some more clothes because Calum doesn't know how to wash his clothes. I hope that's not too long..."

"That's fine." I said and shrugged. "More time to spend with my idol." I said and he laughed.

"I will never understand how girls idolize me. Ashton I understand, Luke I understand, Calum I somewhat understand, but not me. What's so special? All I do is sleep, eat, and play guitar." He said as we got into the car.

"You left out the parts where you write songs with lyrics that help people get through tough times and when you stand up for people who otherwise are always put down and made fun of." I said and he started the car.

"Oh, and you forgot about how you always like perform even though your sick and you always take pictures with fans. What about that time you gave a bracelet to a fan who self harms? There's so much but I can't remember them all right now. You're just such a great idol and I don't understand how you don't see that." I said and looked at him.

"You know, I should he weirded out by how much attention you'd pay to me before, but I'm honestly flattered." He told me and looked at me quickly. "I don't understand why you'd pay attention to me though."

"That's something that will take hundreds of papers and like fifty pens to write about. Trust me, there's so many reasons, you just don't see it. Why?" I asked. "Why can't you see that you're so important and that people literally idolize you that you're the reason so many people are even alive right now?"

"I don't know." He told me. "I honestly do not know. Four years into this and it still shocks me that people even like us and our music. Four years and it's still surprising to see people actually turned up at our concerts."

I looked at him and just had this smile on his face and he seemed genuinely happy and it made my heart hurt for some reason. He really does care and he really is shocked.

"So, going to tell me what the '95' on your jacket stands for?" He asked me, a sly smile on his lips.

"The day that I was born." I said and smiled. "Nine plus five is fourteen. I was born in October fourteenth, duh." I said and he pushed me slightly.

"You're so weird."

"But you love me." I sang and he laughed. "You know you love me Mikey."

"More like you love me."

"Neither denying nor confirming that statement." I said and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Whatever."