After the news, I wasn't acting like myself. I was sent home early, just because I was about to meet 5 Seconds of Summer. My God. Dean explained that the boys gotten themselves into a sort of challenge, this show; Dare me? Dare you!, dared them to get stuck in a vacation island with four girls. 2 are fans, the other 2 are just people who know them.

I'm basically the second one. That's practically a sign board written in bold letters. I only know that they're a band. They're names. I own a few magazines, a shirt, but I've never went to their concerts. I've heard their songs, I have most of them in my phone. But this chance - this isn't supposed to happen. I feel special. But I shouldn't be too caught up with the idea, because after a month, I might get out of that island - heartbroken.

Because I don't want to be heartbreak girl again. I told you I know their songs. But I don't memorize them like crazy. Right now, actually, I'm listening to Try Hard. I'm debating whether to pack my things or not. I even wondered how Dean knew I like 5SOS.

I got up my couch, ready to pack my things, but my phone rang. I rumagge through the couch, looking for my phone. " Yeah? "

" You're not at the air port or packing your things yet, right? " Dean's voice rang through my ears. Okay, maybe I am a little more close to her than I said, but now, she's expecting me to get ready, when she knows I'm a complicated person.

" Yeah, let's have it that way, " I found myself replying. I frowned at myself. This is probably trending in some websites. And the other three contestants would constantly be the ones tweeting their excitedness. I should be happy - I mean, come on. Out of all the girls in the whole wild world - it had to be me. Why? I wasn't special. Dean, my work mates and my parents could only make me feel special. I wear jeans, and a simple shirt, sometimes a plain floral. I wear a faint blush, but that's all. My hair even agrees with me.

" Pack your bags, doggy! Get fudging ready - darn it! I won't be the one thinking to fire you if you don't get your ass here, Lucianna! " She raged, I could tell she was fidgetting with something. She's pretty much busy everyday. I couldn't even last at the way she is. She forgets eating and sleeping. She hangs up, knowing I'll do as told.

I pace in my room, I've left most of my stuff. I won't be needing my whole room, anyways. I got to the bathroom, tying my hair in a bun. I've always been insecure with my hair. It was curly, puffy and choppy. I never found the time to go to the parlor and rebond my hair. It was always tied up in a messy bun. I could've cared less.

I grabbed my bags and left the house. It wasn't much of a home to me. I left my parent's and went all around the world, staying in New York. I have a few neighborhood friends, and I come to their house every Thanksgiving that I don't spend with my parents.

I slammed the door to my car, earning looks from people around me. This car was old. I've been wanting to buy a new one, but I never had enough money. I thought about it often. Have a nice ride but have nothing to eat until I get my salary again? Or have a dumb old car waiting at the garage but have plenty of food waiting in my fridge?

I dialed Dean's number on my phone, waiting her pick up. I set my ring tone in her phone as " Geronimo " She suddenly picks it up, yelling.

" What the heck is it? " she said, clearly annoyed. I rolled my eyes. At first, she wanted me to get here so soon, and now, she's sassing up on me? What the heck is the matter with her?

" It's Lucia. I'm - I see you. " I told her, dragging my luggage. I walk up to her, and hang up. She envelopes me in a hug. I stare at her, weirdly.

" What? "

" Who are you and what did you do to Dean Hemsworth? " I told her, mocking my face and taking a step backwards. She laughed and pushed me.

" Come on, we don't have any more time, 5SOS is waiting for you! " She said, dragging me to the air plane. I never even got to tell Mom and Dad.

" Wait, my parents should know, " I told her, and tried loosening her grip from me. She raised her brows at me.

" Been there, done that. Now shoo, you've got a flight to attend! " she said, oushing me through the plane, giving the attendant my ticket.

I was pushed inside, therefore I pushed someone else. Great, just, great. " Oh my God! I'm so sorry. "

The guy chuckled. His hair was up, and his sparkling blue eyes locked eyes with me. He had a piercing on his lips. " S'okay. " he said, coolly, while I gape at him.

" Holy - you're L - Luke Hemmings, right? " I stammer, pointing to his chest. He smiled at me and nodded.

" You must be Lucianna. Can I call you Anna? " he said. I nodded.

" I'm not actually a fan. Sorry. But I love your music, that's all. " I told him, fidgetting with my fingers.

" But now, you're here and bumped into me. " he chuckled. Oh my God, his voice is so angelic.

" Sorry about that. My friend suprised me, and took me here, and pushed me. . . " I said, my voice trailed behind. He stared at me, with a wide smile. His dimples showing off. I leaned into him and poked the dimple, laughing.

" Stop it, you love birds. " a deep accented voice said, while me and Luke turned around.

" Ashton. " Luke muttered, and hid his hands behind his back. I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, deciding it was awkward. I stared up at the guy before us; he has brownish green eyes, curly blonde hair, and biceps. Holy cow, biceps.

" I'm Lucianna. Anna'll do. And - I - uh, you're Ashton, yeah I know. I'm not entirely a fan... " I added, gesturing to myself. They both chuckled. " How is that funny? "

" Well, that's acutally kinda obvious. " said Ashton, smiling widely. " But hey, its fine. We don't really want the attention that much, " he told me. " Well, mate, you're lucky. You'll be seated with Luke Hemmings, here. " Ashton gestured toward a seat at the left. I smiled and thanked him. " No prob, beautiful. "

This isn't so bad after all. Well, if you don't count the mad butterflies fluttering in my stomach everytime I see them. I looked around us. There was, Calum Hood and a girl. He was seated next to this caramel - skinned girl. Ashton sat across us, beside this girl with lanky hair. And, Michael - I saw his hair was died red - was behind us, beside this girl who had extremely beautiful eyes.

My phone beeped. I stare at it. It was from Dean.

Lucy, you need to report everything you did, they did, and what you feel, and they feel, kay? It'll be an exciting story for our magazine. Remember, this is a job, not some kind of love vacation, okay? I just don't want to see you cry over them. They are human too, busy people with jobs - and a million of girls waiting for them. Try to enjoy it, though. But don't overdo it. Don't be heartbreak girl all over again. But either way, I'm here for you. And be honest on your reports, okay? I love you, Luce. :)