"So what concert are we even going to break into anyway?" Luke asks after a bit of silence and eating in the car.
I shrug. "Anything but Taylor Swift."
Michael snorts and hands me his phone.
"Look up some concerts in... wherever we'll be later."
I take his phone. "Maybe I should look up a hotel nearby first?" I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." He mutters and I smirk.
"Wouldn't it be cheaper to sleep in the van?" Calum points out.
"Hmm. Good point. We'll all play that game with our feet to decide who gets to sleep in the back. Then there's the middle row and the two front seats." I suggest.
"The game with out feet?" Michael raises his eyebrows and I roll my eyes.
"You know? Bubblegum bubblegum?" I raise my eyebrows but he still looks confused.
"Mike, come on." I hear Luke from behind me. "Literally everyone knows what this is."
"Well I don't! It's not that big of a deal." He grumbles and sinks his head in between his shoulders.
"Aw, is whittle Mikey embawassed?" I poke him in the shoulder and he rolls his eyes.
"Shut up, A, you literally have the name of a psycho killer from a TV show."
"Shut up! If you'd just tell me my name then I wouldn't!"
He smirks. "Yeah and if you're not nice to me maybe you'll never find out your name."
I roll my eyes and open my mouth but Ashton interrupts me from the backseat.
"Can you two stop flirting for five seconds and find us that concert?"
My cheeks turn pink and I shrug and go back to the phone.
"We aren't flirting." Michael mutters and returns his attention to the road.
"You guys making eye contact counts as flirting. The sexual tension is there." Calum wiggles his eyebrows at me and I smack him.
"Heyyyy what I get smacked for telling the truth?" He complains and swats at me.
"You get smacked for being a loser." I roll my eyes and he makes a fake crying face.
"I'm not a loserrrr!" He whines.
Luke hugs him. "See what you've done." He snuggles his face into Cal's hoodie.
"What I've done is just prove that you're gay." I laugh.
"That's not what your mom was saying last night!" He retorts and instantly after his face goes red and he ducks down again.
"What?" I laugh then realise they've all gone silent.
"What? My... my mom." I scrunch my face up trying to remember her.
I remembered her laugh and how much I loved her brownies. And I think I remember her teaching me how to shoot, as in, like a bow and arrow. That's about it.
"What happened to her?" I ask and before Michael can speak, Ashton holds his hand out.
"That can be a personal fact, how about it?" He asks and Michael nods and shuts his mouth.
Hmm. I'm literally in a movie.
Or maybe a BOOK!!! CAN YOU HEAR MY THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW???
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How many exclamation points are there?
Whatever. Back to finding a concert.
I googled nearby concerts and several popped up.
"How about Linkin Park? Or... hey, Highly Suspect, I know that band!" I squint my eyes.
"I think... let me guess... Mikey introduced me to them?" I point a finger at him and he laughs.
"Kind of. I liked one of their songs, showed it to you, then you got into the band."
I shrug. "Still your fault. It shouldn't be too hard. I could always ditch you guys and pull a uh, what was it?" I squint my eyes for a second and concentrate. "Uh, a character. She-Maia? No! Margo! It's Margo." I smile.
"A what?" Calum asks.
"Have none of you read that book?"
They all shrug except Luke.
"You kind of made me. We had an agreement, you'd play FIFA with me if I read Paper Towns but it was NOT a fair agreement because you played for like a half hour and it took me days to read it." He pouts and I laugh.
"Not my fault, you agreed to it." I roll my eyes, smiling.
"So, Highly Suspect?"
"I guess so."

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"So what are we gonna do? Like how're we gonna pull this off?" I ask a few miles down the road.
Michael shrugs.
"Hey it's your list, you figure it out." I slap Calum in the backseat and he whines.
"Heyyy how come you never smack Michael? Why am I the only one you're abusing in this car?" He complains and I laugh.
"Because Michael is driving and he already sucks at it, much less if I was hitting him. Plus you're the easiest to reach from the passenger seat." I hold my hands out. "Do you see my point?"
He huffs, crossing his arms.
"He sees it, he just doesn't want to admit it." Ashton says and Calum turns away from him.
"You're all mean." He mutters and I smile.
"You know what I have no problem believing we were friends at this point." I giggle.
"Hey I wanna say something funny! Why is the director of this movie not giving me any lines." Luke whines and I roll my eyes.
"What if it's a book? Do you even know what those are?" I joke and he responds with, "heyyy," but nothing else.
"So, back to the subject of the concert because the author is attempting to drag out these conversations to take up more space on the page, and I'd prefer to get back to the point." I sigh, thinking hard.
"Maybe we could bribe th- no, the list says sneak in. Hmm..."
"I mean what if we just climbed a fence? And we could get some fake wristbands they would probably help, like we could use them if someone asks to see our ticket and then act like we have an important phone call before they can look at it closely."
"Are you googling how to sneak into a concert."
I turn around and look at Luke through the gap in between the seat and the headrest.
"If there's a question, the answer's on the Internet somewhere." I respond, and he shrugs.
"I mean you're not wrong."
"Am I ever?"
Oh, that was sassy.
Ooh, I'm sassy. Cool.
Don't judge me, I don't even know my own name.
"Damn, girl. You haven't changed at all."
"WILL YOU STOP SAYING THAT. IM THE SAME PERSON I WAS BEFORE WE KNOW." That was probably louder than necessary, but whatever.
"Okay, then. That was in all caps."
I wonder how many times we can break the fourth wall before it just ceases to exist.
"There's probably gonna be a cut to the next scene some time soon." I laugh.

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Breaking into a concert is surprisingly more stressful than I thought it would be, and we aren't even doing anything yet.
"So. Scared?"
I glance at Michael, who's busy making a wristband for himself.
Basically we're getting coloured paper and stapling it around our wrists, of course we have regular paper to make one of those white and black lines things, so yeah.
We're basically doing arts and crafts because I mean, why not.
"Kinda. Aren't you?"
I shrug.
"I could die at any given point in the day, any day. So-actually a little bit-I don't wanna spend any of my short little life span in jail so..."
He giggles. "Did you just change your mind mid sentence?"
"Um I believe it was a third through the sentence because changing it made it longer, excuse you."
He keeps giggling and I roll my eyes.
"So can you tell me my special fact in advance?" I ask, sticking my bottom lip out.
"Can you two stop flirting and pass me the stapler?" The voice of Ashton Irwin floats up to the front seat.
I groan as I toss the stapler behind me.
"Heyyy, that could've hurt me, stapler my mouth shut or something."
"What a tragedy," I mutter. "Now can you stop talking I'm trying to get my special fact early."
Ashton sticks his head between the seats.
"No! You can't do that. That's against the rules!"
"What rules? The same ones that say just because Michael and I were talking it means we were flirting?"
He smiles and nods.
"Yup! So you can't tell her, I don't care what she offers yo-ow!"
He turns his head back.
"Calum! That's my foot! You could kill me!"
"Your feet are huge you have enough room to loose a little bit of skin."
"Hey!!"
I don't know what they were doing back there, but it was probably something gay, so I shove Ashton's head back.
"Oi! Why doesn't anyone love me?" He whines.
"Because you're gorgeous and gorgeous people aren't to be trusted. Can we all stop talking because I'm a bitch and I want the author to run out of random pointless shit to fill the pages with."
"Why would the author make you a bitch, they're the one that made you." Michael mutters.
"Because no one, not even the author can control A." Luke calls up from the backseat.
"Damn straight." I wink at Michael and he rolls his eyes.
"I WANT MORE LINES!!" Luke shouts.
"THEN SAY SOMETHING INTERESTING!" I screech back causing Michael, Luke, Ashton, and Calum to all cover their ears.
"You're so loud!!" He says incredibly smartly.
"Yeah. Next scene or whatever now."

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"Oh my god I can't believe we are actually doing this. This is awesome!!" I squeal and Luke jumps.
"Can you stop breaking our eardrums please?" He grumbles and slaps my shoulder.
"Nope! Its my job, it's why I'm here!" I laugh, then remember to try and be quiet after I've already probably blown out position.
"Okay, there's no one here... you guys ready?"
The gate was kinda tall for me but that's because I'm short-I'm sure any of the boys could jump it easily which is totally not fair.
Like come on God, you couldn't make girls tall too? Really?
"Okay... on three..." Ashton whispers before I get impatient and say "Fine-THREE!" As loud as I dare, and run out from the bushes we'd been hiding in to jump up onto the gate and actually not fall on my ass because of some sort of miracle.
I climb up as fast I can, trying not to make noise but with the amount the boys were making below me I think my efforts might have been wasted.
We manage to make it over but a security guard spotted us once we were over.
"Shit!" I alert the guys to the problem we've run into and we all turn and run, splitting up because logic.
Michael and Calum turn one way, Ashton and Luke run off somewhere else and I, being the smart person I am, ran towards the sound of music.
I figure if I at least see the guys preform a little bit of a song it'll count. Don't think we should stay too long though.
I find the crowd of people and I think I'm safe until I turn around and see the security dude that was chasing us coming after me.
Of course he's chasing me 'go after the little one she can't run as fast'.
Why, genetics, why??
I turn back around and sprint towards the seats, full of fans singing along to Lydia.
Spotting a few empty ones in the fourth row with a blanket lying in one, I quickly wrap the blanket around myself and try to look smaller than I already am.
It almost worked I swear it did.
"Hey! Excuse me!" The security guard walked over to me, annoying the people he walked past.
Even with the luck of finding a blanket and spare seats I still get caught I mean how?
"Um... yes?" I try my best to fake an American accent.
"Have you seen a girl wearing a black shirt, about your height run past here?"
Oh I'm not done for yet.
"Oh uh, no, sorry." I hug the blanket tighter to my body, trying to cover my shirt.
His eyes narrow.
"May I see your ticket please?"
"My ticket? Oh, well uh, you see-" I was trying to think of a plausible excuse when someone put their hand on my shoulder.
"I have it."
A manicured hand holds out two slips of paper.
The guard takes them, scans them, then hands them back.
I make a point of tucking my hair behind my ear quickly so he catches a flash of the fake wristband.
He sighs. "Sorry. Have a nice night." He walks away and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I think I just convinced him your name is Bella." The girl laughs next to me.
I turn and hand her back her blanket.
"Thanks for that-I was about to get caught."
"Yeah, well I saw you running over there, I was coming back from the bathroom. The real Bella went home earlier because she felt sick. Glad to help though!" She smiles.
"Thanks. I'm..." I sigh.
"Uh... well I don't exactly know."
She raises her eyebrows.
"You're explaining. But not until my throats sore from screaming these lyrics!" She smiles brightly at me with big brown eyes.
"Deal." I laugh as we both turn back to the stage.

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Turns out the girl that saved my ass was named Nicole.
When I explained my situation after the concert in the parking lot, she found it very interesting.
"I see... where are these guys? They owe you a fact now, don't they?" She raises a single eyebrow making me internally groan, seeing as I can't do that.
"No idea," I shrug. "Maybe they're back at the van. Wanna help me check?"
"Hell yeah! I wanna meet these guys, I'm fully invested in your story now!"
"Yay for my author." I snicker and she gives me a weird look.
"It's an ongoing joke. Come on."
After getting briefly lost, I find the van empty and I'm about to go back to find them, when Ashton and Luke emerges from the darkness.
"A-A!! I didn't know if you escaped!" Ashton smiles and engulfs me in a big bear hug.
"And I make a new friend." I mutter with what little oxygen he's giving me.
"Ooh, where?" He drops me and I point behind me where Nicole is smiling.
"You guys are cute-I can see the friendship radiating off of you." She giggles.
"Yeah? If we were real friends I think he'd tell me my name." I make a pouty face and she laughs.
"Hey, it was Mike's idea don't get mad at me!" He throats his hands in the air and I roll my eyes.
"Okay. I'll blame him. Where is he?"
"He's freaking out, still looking for you with Calum and I figured you were back here, if you hadn't been caught with your tiny little midget legs." He poked my sides and I jumped, slapping him.
"So if Mike is Michael and Calum and him are both back there, then I'm guessing you guys are Luke and Ashton?" Nicole smirks as Ashton smiles at her.
"Yup! So I'm guessing you met her at the concert?"
"I'm guessing you saved her ass when she got caught, right?" The author finally gives Luke a line.
She smiles. "Yeah. My friend went home earlier so I gave the security guard her ticket and pretended it was hers."
"Nice. What's your name?"
"Nicole. A's pretty cool, I offered her my phone number but she says you guys stole hers." She giggles.
"Yeah, well, maybe I'll just get your phone number and then she can text you with my phone. Or maybe I will." Ashton smiles and Nicole raises her eyebrow.
"I'm aromantic just so you know-I'm not in this story so I can cause drama, don't worry." She laughs.
Ashton blushes. "Yeah no problem. Who needs a girl when I have Luke?" He hugs Luke and Luke hugs him back both of them with stupid expressions on their faces.
"Yeah okay." I chuckle, then sigh.
"I think this chapter's long enough-let's go get Mike."