I Don't Wanna Talk Pt.2 Just as I expected, the sound of girlish screams filled my ears as we made our way into the hall. The concert had not yet started, so Adam took Hannah to get some 5sos merchandise. I studied the hundreds of girls who wore 5Sos t-shirts and looked down at mine, a Nirvana tank that showed a small line of my stomach. Self conciously, I pulled my leather jacket closer to my body frame. Ashamed of my body. I saw that they were currently selling backstage passes, so I decided to go buy three of them for my brother and sister. I knew Hannah would love to meet the band, just as I would've loved to meet Kurt Cobain {I'm no sure I spelt that right, I'm a huge fan of the band, I just don't know tons about them}, but sadly, he killed himself before I could. "LuLu! LuLu! Check it out!" I turned to see Hannah dragging an emberessed looking Adam behind her. A laugh escaped escaped my lips as I realized he was wearing a 5SOS t-shirt. "Oh my, nice!" I teased covering my mouth as I grinned. Highfiving Hannah, we made our way to the main concert hall, where we had to find our seats. We ended up getting front row tickets for Hannah, so of course Hannah dragged us to the front row. Hannah was in a cute little get up. She wore a blue 5 Seconds of Summer tank top with black skinny jeans and blue converse. She actually looked a lot better then me. Since I wore ripped black skinny jeans, a grey Nirvana tank, and a leather jacket with a pair of leather boots. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and once again the excited squeals of girls filled my ears. I rolled my eyes slightly and sat in my seat, crossing my legs as I did so. Four boys came up on the stage. One with bright red hair, another with deliciously tan skin, one wearing a typical country bandana that held up his blonde curls from his face and... One with a black lip piercing and perfectly quiffed hair. I have got to admit, he caught my eye and he was VERY good-looking. But, I wanted to see if he was just some cocky airhead. "Hello everyone, we are so happy you are here. You guys are amazing, and lift us up higher everyday." The boy with the bandana said as he settled himself onto the stool by the drum set. I smiled slightly at his words, and I looked at Hannah, who was basically drooling over the one with the tan skin and tattooed arms. A bassist. The boy with the lip ring looked at me, his baby blue haze locking with my own for a few moments. My cheeks warmed and I looked down. Wait what!? Why are you blushing you retard? He's just a stupid boy band member. Once I got the feel that he wasn't looking, I looked back up. He was still staring. (Finally I updated, it's pretty short and I apologize. I'm so overwhelmed with everything at school. goodbye!)