I Am The Sickest Kid

This is to the amazing Shae (aisyahazam) for being a wonderful person and such a nice person of an internet friend! Happy Birthday girl!

You work as a waitress at a restaurant which is a hot spot for lots of famous people, whether in the business industry or entertainment, young and old, just had to book their tables almost a year before the date at most.

One of the nights, you were doing what you usually do, serving tables and taking down orders for them. Until that one moment, 4 familiar faces stepped into the restaurant dressed in the most casual way possible - skinny jeans, sneakers, band tees, leather jackets and jean jackets, with 2 of them in beanie and snapback respectively. Quite a clashing look to the theme of the classy restaurant you worked for.

5 Seconds Of Summer - the biggest band ever to be in the music world and also the 4 people you really adored and look up to - were in the very presence of the restaurant you worked in. With everyone else busy, you thank god for the luck and approached them as calm and professional as possible.

“Hi, we’ve booked not too long ago and heard that this place is quite a difficult  place to get seats.” Ashton approached and told you over the noise of the restaurant.

Looking at the clipboard on the stand, you found their name at the end of the page and were the last ones for the night. “Yes you did. Lucky for you guys, you’ve got a spot or the evening.” You replied them coolly with a friendly smile, but more genuine as compared to the other customers you served.

“Awesome! Thank you so much… uh…” Michael spoke excitedly but weren’t too sure of your name. “Just call me Shae.” You filled in for him as you took the menus for them. “Follow me.” You told them to their seats.

Once seated down, you begin to recite the same thing you always did but this time with more heart put into it. Even with the room full of people in their classy clothing and some scrutinizing gazes on the table of young men who dressed too casually, your mood just couldn’t seem to be dampen. 

As you served other tables that were under your care, you’d always look over to their table being just 4 normal boys who are hanging out with their best friends trying out classy food. Occasionally, you’d spot them doing weird things with their phones or the spoons and forks, and whenever there was a burst of laughter, you’d look over to their table immediately and smile and then continue with your job with a bright smile.

Serving their food, they were all being so polite and super nice with you unlike the other tables where they’d just give you a tight smile and a nod as a thanks, or worse, ignore and dive into the food in the poshest way you could think of. “You’re really good at this serving thing, Shae.” Michael randomly told you as you put down each of their orders in front of them.

You were bashful with that compliment, and replied: “Oh, no… I’m just doing my job here, Michael.” Your so-called facade slipped but he could care less about that. “No, really,” Luke chirped up this time. “Michael does have a point. Most of the time we’re either being bothered by the girls or given a cold shoulder and not-so-good service.”

“Oh, well then you boys got lucky tonight then,” You said as you mentally cheered in the most fangirl way possible. “Anyways, enjoy your meal.” You announced before leaving before you could burst into a squealing school girl.

As dessert came around, the boys all had ordered something as the restaurant were getting lesser and lesser people. The boys called you over and you thought they had wanted to have the bill to pay for the night. “We just wanted to say thank you so much for being our waitress for the night, Shae.” Calum spoke with a crinkly smile you thought you’d never see in the flesh.

“I’m just doing my job here, Calum. But thank you for stopping by, guys,” You honestly told them as you knew they would be on their way to their next stop for yet another show day in another place.

“Not to be impersonal, but could you say hi to the camera?” Michael spoke as he directed his phone to you, realizing that he was filming you for another Snapchat thing. Shyly waving back and a ‘hey’, he turned it away and loaded into their story page.

“Is there any way we could keep contact with the awesomest waitress in the world?“ Ashton said with a smile and an expectant look on you. To say you were nervous and surprised would be an understatement, but you gave your Twitter to them without thinking twice and all of them added you. 

Paying for their bills, all of them hugged you one by one and left the a more than generous tip for you and left with a really satisfied smile you rarely seen in interviews or pictures.

Oh hoho you’re requesting a dangerous one here but let’s go!

“Who are you?” your best friend #1’s kid, Lennie, a little girl of 4 years old looks up to a tower-like height of your boyfriend, Luke, with your best friend #2’s son who was older, Kel.

“Uh,” He felt awkward at first since he didn’t know whose adorable child she belongs to. “H-hi. I’m Luke. W-what’s your name?”

“My name ith Lennie,” She bravely introduced herself with a toothy grin despite the gaps in between and then pointed to the shy freckled boy beside her and said, “Dith ith Kel’.”

“You’re really tall.” The boy mumbled as he peeked up to see Luke.

You and your two other friends suddenly soften down the talking and caught sight of the interaction between the kids and your boyfriend.

He smiled softly at the two of them, reminding him of his two niece and nephew back home in Sydney an squat down to their level to speak. Slowly, he reached out his hand and Lennie looked at it like it was strangely huge but reached out to put her tinier ones into his to shake on it. The boy however reached out his fist and look at him apprehensively. Luke realized that he wanted a fist bump and returned softly.

“Eeep!” your best friend #1 squealed and hit your arm with excitement in her eyes. “He is such a softy!!”

“Oh my god, he’s so good with them! Look!” best friend #2 waved wildly to get your attention to see this side of Luke you never thought you’d see with your own eyes.

Luke was now piggy-backing Kel while chasing Lennie around and you 3 could hear the happy squeals and joyful laughter fill the air. The image of having your own little family with your children with him infiltrate your thoughts make you blush.

So, on a weekend, he’d take you to the arcade for a date night and there they’ve installed this new shooting game similar to ‘The House of The Dead’ and ‘Time Crisis’. You and Michael just turned to look to each other with the same glint in you both eyes and he’d just wiggle his eye brows as if he’d ask “up to the challenge?” and you’d just give a sharp nod with the same determination to win.

Swiping the arcade card, you both picked your characters, items, location and all of the other sections. The story line rolled, and Michael whispered: “I’m so gonna beat you at this.” while you replied: “Puh-lease, I’d start planning on how to save my ego from being bruise if I were you.”

He was to retort you but the game begin and you started to shoot at the alien looking things coming at your character. “Hey! No fair!” He said out loud but you laughed it off evilly.

You both were so into the game that there was a crowd surrounding your booth and you both would still be in your own little bubble. An hour or more later, he won the game and you were dumbfounded at how he had more kills and more lives than yours. “But… how..? What..?” You were at loss for words.

Yeah sure!

Ashton and you would be walking around town on a holiday where you both would just be pointing at things occasionally which caught either of your attention. Then, he’d find something interesting in the other direction and while he isn’t looking at you, his hand tried to look for yours and brushes against your side. You let out a squeal and dodged from him. He looked at you with surprise and then you see the mischief in his eyes as he had a new discovery of you being ticklish. “Don’t. Even.” you warned him but the smile on your face just encouraged him more. “You’re ticklish…” he’d let out a laugh and stalked you as you backed away. “Ash, we’re in the public area!” You warned him again while dodging through the crowd. “So? This is the best discovery ever!” He announced and before you know it he starts to chase you down the pathway through the crowds as you ran away from him, laughing like you both were just like kids.

For Calum here, he’d be chilling on the couch with you, and decided to slide his arms around your waist and cuddle you while aimlessly running his thumb on your waist. Then you start to squirm because it wasn’t a full on ticklish thing, but a subtle itch like tickle. Not too long, he’ll start to realize and then poke a finger at the ticklish spot which made you move more towards him. “Cal!” you’d yelp out while looking down just to know that his gaze was already on you with that toothy smile. “Tickle time…” he said in a sing song style and starts tickling you all out. You’d be laughing till your lungs hurt and took a gulp of air and squealed “OK, OK, YOU GOT ME! NOW PLEASE STOP!” And he’d make you beg for it and have you kiss him. Not that you’ll say no to that, right?

Wow, Luke will probably find out when he tries (that as a keyword, tries) to wake you up from your deep slumber. Trust me when I say he thinks of everything to wake you up without trying to run to the bathroom to get some cold water to splash you awake. So he’ll shake you vigorously, shout into your ear, lift your limbs one by one, sing metal music, and still you were knocked out cold. The last idea almost slipped his mind, when he saw your shirt ride up a little, allowing him to see a little of you skin on your hip. He grinned like a child on Christmas morning, and tickled you a little, and you moved a bit to sloppily swat his hand away but he’d move away. Luke went a little more this time and you’d open your eyes tiredly and mumbled a “don’t”. and turned around. Last shot, he straddled you at your thighs and tickle you and build it up till you were fully wide awake. “I’M UP, LUKEY, I’M UP!” You’d huff and look up at him to see that cheeky smile on him. “Good, coz you owe me lunch for not pouring water over you.”

And now, Michael here, found that you were ticklish at the sole of your feet coz he was bored and wanted your full attention while you watched TV and had your legs over his lap. He was whining in your ears at earlier, than played with your fingers, and then made weird noises. He then tried to play with your toes and WA LA, he found it amusing how you wiggled your toes when he tickled the sole of your feet. “Oh! Oh! There it is! You’re ticklish!” He said in his excited tone which you stuck your tongue out childishly at him. Then he’d run his skilled fingers to your feet and then attempted your sides which worked too. To his amusement and new found interest, he finally got your attention in an all out tickle fight.

One day, for his upcoming birthday, you knew it was time to surprise him with his very own puppy. Together with Ashton, Luke, and Michael, you 4 chipped in and got him a present (even if they mentioned so many times in interviews that they don’t do the present tradition thing).

Come birthday celebration, you had him blindfolded and took him out to the porch and he’ll keep on guessing like “Am I getting a new car?” “No way, Cal, you still need to work on you driving!” “Then what is it? Why am I outside?” “You’ll love it, trust me!” 

Then, Michael helped you carry the puppy in a box with a simple stick-on ribbon you bough on your way back, and put it in front of him. Getting him to kneel, he heard whines and baby barks in which you could tell from his face that he was excited. “You did not just bought me what I think you bought me, didn’t you?”

Not only that, Luke also knew that you’d occasionally (or maybe more than that) would ogle at him, like him biting his lipring, running his hand through his soft dirty blond hair, or going shirtless in front of you only coz he’s SO comfortable around you, and any little thing he did you’d blush thinking he wouldn’t know but oh boy he sure did.

One day, he’d try that so-called theory out on you by doing all those more than enough times you could count. You’d just break your facade of hiding your maybe growing awareness of having a crush on him and say: “FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP RUINING MY LIFE LUKE! IT’S NOT OKAY!”

With that outburst, he’d just look at you wide-eye for a moment before laughing out loud in your now burning red face. “You like me, don’t ya?” He’d just say that with that cocky smirk which made your knees weak at times but also want to slap it off his face.