I REALLY WANTED AT LEAST ONE DRUMSTICK FROM TRISTAN. It's killing me. ;-; BUT, I might go to a 5sos concert. I doubt it. Still, what if I caught Ash's drumstick IF I go? That would be. . I can't even describe it. Although I'm a Luke girl, that would be AMAZING. Sorry for rambling on, enjoy!
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You screamed on the inside, staring at the drumsticks. Not just any drumsticks, no. The drumsticks that Tristan did the wicked drum solo with.

You felt heat on your cheeks. "I-I caught it." You whispered, tightening your grip on it, in case any fangirls tried to grab it.

Jean smiled, seeing you holding the drumsticks. You glanced at him.

"You caught it." He said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"I guess so. . I don't know how." You replied. The drumsticks were warm from the drummer holding onto them.

"You're special. Of course you caught them." Jean grinned.

You blushed a bit harder. "Thank you."

"No problem. Should we get home?" He asked. You nodded.

You got into the passenger seat and put on the seat belt. Jean got into the driver's seat and did the same.

You smiled and texted Ross:

Hey.

Ross sent:

Hi. :)

You quickly replied:

What's up?

He texted:

Not much. Watching Rocky and Ellington on the Xbox.

You sent:

Cool.

Ross:

So, what are you doing?

You:

Heading home. Saw another concert.

Ross:

Oh. I'll let you drive now.

You:

Jean is driving. It's his car.

Ross:

Ohh. Is he your boyfriend?

You chuckled a bit and typed:

No. We're only best friends.

He quickly replied:

Ah. I see.

You:

Mhm.

Ross:

I'm going to go play on the Xbox. Bye. :)

You:

Alright. Bye.

You glanced at Jean. His eyes were fixed on the road.

You slowly fell asleep.

Jean smiled. "Don't leave."

"I will." You glared at him. "A smile won't always win, Kirstein."

"You don't have it in your heart to leave me. I'll change." He thought you weren't serious.

You grabbed onto the engagement ring that was on your finger. "You won't. I've heard that for four years."

"I mean it this time." He smirked, knowing you wouldn't leave.

You took off the ring and tossed it onto the floor, surprising him.

His eyes widened. "You're not serious. ."

"I told you. I am." You turned around to leave.

He grabbed your arm. "Don't leave."

"Why not? So you can kiss Mikasa?" You scowled.

"No. I only want to be with you."

"That's funny, because I thought you were with Mikasa." You yanked your arm out of his grasp and grabbed your bags. You walked out of the house, your heart braking.

Your eyes shot open. You sat up and saw Jean look at you.

"Are you okay, (f/n)?" He asked.

You ignored his question and said, "What happened?"

"We were driving to your house and you fell asleep." He replied. "Are you okay?" He repeated.

"Yeah. . How far away are we from my house?" You asked.

"Um. Three minutes. Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I can walk." You said, taking off the seat belt and unlocking the door.

"Nope." He replied.

"What?" You crossed your arms.

"You're not walking." He stated, locking the door.

"Why not?" You questioned.

"Because, you're one of my best friends." He answered, surprising you.

"Wh--"

"We're here." He said.

"Wait. . I'm one of your best friends?" You blinked.

Jean chuckled. "You seem surprised."

"Because I am. I'm a jerk to you mostly." You replied.

"No, you're not. If anything, I'm a jerk to you." He said. "I think your mom is waiting."

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

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The next day, you had on a 5 Seconds Of Summer shirt, black ripped skinny jeans and black vans. You also styled your hair and put on eyeliner and lip gloss.

You watched as the curtains opened. Hey Violet started performing I Can Feel It:

I've got your number 
I don't know how long I can wait 
To call you over 
So we can waste the night away 
When the lights go out 
We're getting up 
We go where we go 
We do what we want 
Do what we want 
We'll be the colour in all this black & white 

Are you feeling what I'm feeling 
Cause it's really feeling right 
Don't wake me if dreaming 
I could stay here all night 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
I can feel it coming true 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
When I'm looking at you 

Are you feeling what I'm feeling 
Cause I'm really feeling fine 
Kicking bottles under bleachers 
And we're hiding from the light 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
I can feel it coming true 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
When I'm looking at you 

My head is spinning 
I don't know how much I can take 
No fortune teller 
I guess we'll leave this up to fate 
When the lights go out 
We're getting up 
We go where we go 
We do what we want 
Do what we want 
Say you'll remember singing “forever young” 

Are you feeling what I'm feeling 
Cause it's really feeling right 
Don't wake me if dreaming 
I could stay here all night 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
I can feel it coming true 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
When I'm looking at you 

Are you feeling what I'm feeling 
Cause I'm really feeling fine 
Kicking bottles under bleachers 
And we're hiding from the light 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
I can feel it coming true 
I can feel it 
I can feel it 
When I'm looking at you

They played a few more songs. You sang along. Once they went offstage, 5 Seconds Of Summer came on ten minutes or so later.

They sang Heartache On The Big Screen, She Looks So Perfect, Amnesia, Wrapped Around Your Finger, What I Like About You, Out Of My Limit and She's Kinda Hot.

[I probably put way more than I should. . Oops. .]

You caught one of the drumsticks.

Why am I getting so lucky? At least I caught one.

You saw Jean caught the other one. He looked at you and held it out. "You should have it." He grinned.

You accepted it, pink appearing on your cheeks. "Thank you."

And at that moment, you realized you were in love with Jean Kirstein.