Summary: This is one of three counterparts to Yellow. In this one, you tell the story of you and Dean, all in shades of blue.
Characters/Relationships: Dean x reader, Sam
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: angsty, follows season 2-4 canon
A/N: Thanks a million to both @impala-dreamer and @inmysparetime0 for pushing me to get this done. I got so frustrated with it, but you guys pulled me along❤️
There was a great ocean that existed between you and Dean. You were one continent and he the other. You tried to cross that foreboding blue expanse many times, but you could only do so much with crashing waves emanating from his side. Still, you took to your boat diligently and paddled out across those stormy waters, sometimes inching close, other times being washed ashore straight away. You took your chances each and every time, until one day, he crossed to you. But the journey to that moment was grueling, and the most horrible of events finally broke the man you so desperately wanted. You would go back in time and prevent those events if you could. You would do it in a heartbeat, accepting all the consequences of being without Dean.
From Making His Game of Thrones Cameo to Taking Shots with Beyoncé: 11 of Ed Sheeran's Most Unbelievably True Celebrity Stories
Partying with Taylor Swift, Sleeping on Jamie Foxx’s Couch: Ed Sheeran Stories
HIS GAME OF THRONES CAMEO WAS A LONG TIME COMING
Turns out Ed Sheeran’s cameo during the season 7 premiere of Game of Thrones had been in the works for longer than expected — in an attempt to surprise actress Maisie Williams (pictured left), a self-proclaimed superfan. “For years, we tried to get Ed Sheeran on the show to surprise Maisie, and this year we finally did it,” show creator David Benioff said during an event at South by Southwest. “Throwback to the time I was a Lannister,” Sheeran wrote, posting a screenshot of himself on Instagram when his episode aired. (Next up? A role on The Simpsons.)
HE SLEPT ON JAMIE FOXX’S COUCH BEFORE FINDING FAME
“Ed Sheeran slept on my couch for six weeks before he was famous,” Foxx recalled during an appearance on The Graham Norton Show. “I was doing a radio show in L.A. and he knew that we do music so he came to my radio show.” The “Thinking Out Loud” crooner then asked Foxx if he would listen to some of his music. The Oscar winner did, referring to the performer as “incredible.” “I said, ‘Listen, I know you don’t have anywhere to go, just chill here,’ ” he continued. “I was giving him food and my daughter was like, 'Who do you have over here now?’ ”
PAUL SIMON ASKED TO MEET HIM
It’s no secret Sheeran has a star-studded group of fans — including Elton John and Eric Clapton — but the coolest guest he’s had at one of his concerts? Paul Simon. Sheeran told Entertainment Weekly: “I can’t remember where I was playing — Boston or Philadelphia or something — but after, my tour manager said, 'Paul Simon wants to have a drink with you.’ I’m like, 'What?! Surely someone would have said, 'Can we put Paul Simon on the guest list?’ But nope, he bought a ticket and came with his daughter, who is the sweetest.”
HE & TAYLOR SWIFT ONCE HID FROM THE COPS
During a joint interview on BBC Radio 1, the longtime besties spilled on that time they ended up hiding from police in a hotel bathroom after the 2015 Grammys. “We were at a party in Mark Ronson’s [hotel] room and then the police shut it down,” Sheeran said. “That made us feel so cool,” Swift chimed in. “We had to hide in a bathroom … I grabbed Ed and I was like, 'Cops are here. Come with me.’ Who would have thought I’d be the one who, like, knows how to get you away from the police?’ ” After escaping from the bathroom, the duo headed to another post-Grammys party, where, as Swift put it, “a lot of weird things” continued to happen. “Ed was in a special place,” Swift recalled. “We spent 10 minutes hugging koala bears.” The next morning, Swift was reminded of a run-in with a fellow musical star: “I woke up with an email from The Weeknd and he was like, 'You told me how beautiful I was for about 15 minutes straight and started to pet my hair.’ It looked really cool that night and I apparently went on and on about it … I was like ‘You’re so magnificent.’ ”
SAOIRSE RONAN GAVE HIM A TATTOO … AND MISSPELLED IT
At an April 2017 concert, Sheeran took a break from his set to share a funny story with his fans: Ronan, who stars in his music video for “Galway Girl,” was planning on inking his arm with the song title. But when the time came for her to spell out the word “Girl,” she flubbed and wrote “Grill” instead. “When we were filming it I meant to get a tattoo of her handwriting saying 'Galway Girl’ and it’s kind of point of view and I get the tattoo. It actually says Galway Grill. Like full on, full on she really took the piss out of me with this one. It actually says Galway Grill. G-r-i-l-l. I thought I’d tell you that — I haven’t told anyone that yet.”
HIS FIRST DATE WITH GIRLFRIEND CHERRY SEABORN WAS AT TAYLOR SWIFT’S FOURTH OF JULY PARTY
“I’ve known Cherry since I was 11,” the singer told PEOPLE of his girlfriend. “She worked on Wall Street in New York, and I had like six shows [around New York in 2015].” “It was around then, and we reconnected. I went on tour again, and then I went to Taylor’s 4th of July party,” he added. “I was texting [Seaborn], and she was like, 'I’m in Rhode Island at a 4th of July party,’ and I was like, 'So am I.’ I kinda said to Taylor, 'Can I invite one of my old schoolmates?’ The rest is history.”
HE HAS HOOKED UP WITH TAYLOR SWIFT’S FRIENDS
While he has always denied to hooking up with Swift, he did admit to hooking up with certain (unnamed) members of T-Swift’s famous squad—before he fell for girlfriend, of course. “Taylor’s world is celebrity,” he revealed to Rolling Stone. “I was this 22-year-old awkward British kid going on tour with the biggest artist in America, who has all these famous mates. It was very easy … I would often find myself in situations just kind of waking up and looking over and being like, 'How the f— did that happen?’ ”
HE ONCE TOOK SHOTS WITH BEYONCÉ
“She was so confused — so confused!” Sheeran recalled of the Lemonade mastermind taking a Red Bull-Jägermeister shot. Sheeran, who performed with Queen Bey at the Grammys’ Stevie Wonder tribute and the Global Citizen Festival in 2015, has also gotten to know the performer’s husband, JAY-Z. “I had the thing in my mind where you just assume something,” he told PEOPLE of his preconceived notions of the couple. “And then they’re so human and lovely and nice and normal and talk about normal things and do normal things. It was being invited into a world that you were kind of scared to enter into, and then you just realize: They’re a very, very loving couple, and it’s obviously a world that’s filled with love and respect, and it’s lovely to see. I feel like the media and the public see one thing, and what it actually is, it’s a really cool thing. And they’re really nice people.”
HE DRUNKENLY HIT JUSTIN BIEBER WITH A GOLF CLUB
In an interview with The Guardian, Sheeran recalled one drunken evening in Japan when Bieber challenged him to hit a golf ball off a dangerous tee: his mouth. “We’d been out to a dive bar. He just drank water and I got hammered,” Sheeran explained. “Then we went to a golf course, and he lay on the floor and put a golf ball in his mouth and told me to hit it out of his mouth. I was like, 'F—, I need to aim this properly,’ and I swung.” Predictably, the stunt did not work out as hoped. “You know in films when someone gets punched, and you hear that fake sound, like a slap? But in real life when someone gets punched, you hear that dull thud, a bit sickening? I heard a sound like the last one,” Sheeran said.
HE TAUGHT JAMES BLUNT TO WRITE MUSIC IN EXCHANGE FOR SKIING LESSONS
When it came time to develop a new sound, Blunt recruited Sheeran’s songwriting abilities while the “You’re Beautiful” crooner taught Sheeran how to ski. “I spent a lot of time in Switzerland, and he wanted to ski. So I took him on a skiing holiday and I was his ski instructor by day,” Blunt told PEOPLE Now. “And by night, he taught me how to write songs.” “He said, this is your job, let’s write something really open and genuine,” Blunt added. “It was a real education. It took me back to how I started off.”
PRINCESS BEATRICE SLASHED HIS FACE WITH A SWORD AT A ROWDY PARTY
During an appearance on The Graham Norton Show, Sheeran seemed to confirm rumors that Princess Beatrice accidentally slashed his face with a sword while pretending to knight James Blunt at a party. “I have no idea how it came out as there weren’t a lot of people there that night,” Sheeran told Norton on the hit BBC One talk show. “For two weeks after, I had a huge gash on my face and would tell people I fell and then suddenly, the story came out.”
Words: 503 Plot: He needs to find the words to tell her just how much she means to him. Prompt: (Anon)
Can you write a super fluffy Alex Summers X reader where the reader and him are already in an established relationship and they are cuddling, kissing and talking in bed while listening to indie music? Maybe this is the first time Alex tells her he loves her? Thank you! I love the way you write Alex 😘 A/N: If there’s anything I’m happy to see in my inbox, it’s requests for fluffy Alex fics. I will give you the fluffiest fluff. If you enjoy it, please subscribe, or let me know what you think! Those of you who have been around for a while can attest that I’m all about giving you guys new content as much as possible.
The cool sheets brushed against Alex’s skin as he collapsed onto the bed, his aching joints overwhelming him. The radio was playing softly on the bedside table; gentle melodies and acoustic guitars with declarations of love wound between them. Alex wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone; but it spoke to his soul, that music. He loved rock, but there was something about the sound of an acoustic guitar that made him feel alive. His face nuzzled into the cold pillow as he breathed hard; the sheets smelled of fresh linen and her perfume. He stretched out, closing his eyes against the soft fabric. He felt a gentle pressure on the bed, and then a hand wisping through his hair, gently pulling back the golden strands from the nape of his neck. He shuddered as lips gently touched the skin there, and when they pulled away, he groaned. “That’s one way to say hello” he breathed, lifting his head from the pillow. (y/n) leaned over him, her hair danging on his back, a chuckle leaving her lips as she noticed his expression. “Was training really that bad?” she asked, throwing herself down onto the bed next to him, her breath making his eyelashes flutter. “I always knew Hank was crazy. Now I’m sure of it” Alex grumbled, turning over so he could face her. She was absolutely beautiful. Even after all this time - Alex found himself appreciating that fact every single time he saw her. “You won’t be saying that next time he pulls you out of a scuffle” (y/n) laughed quietly, her fingers gently stroking his cheek. “Thanks, Professor.” Alex jested, feeling a smile rising on his face. (y/n) looked mockedly offended, pretending to swat out at his shoulder. “My hair isn’t nearly as luscious as his, Alex”. Alex sighed, reaching out a hand to stroke a strand of hair back behind her ear. “I might be biased, but you’re pretty wrong”. (y/n) smiled, blinking slowly, eyelids heavy as they lay together, lightly reaching out to one another in adoration. The soft music continued in the background, quiet voices speaking of life and love. Alex swallowed, suddenly aware of the feeling in his chest, daring him to express what he already knew. Pulling her closer, his face inches from hers, he found it hard to meet her eyes. “Hey, look” he started, sighing deeply “I love you. Okay?” (y/n) took a moment to process that; Alex could see it in her face. Gently, slowly, she pulled towards him, her lips dancing across his. Alex felt his heart thrashing in his chest, could taste toothpaste on her lips. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “I love you too, Alex. I’ve never been so sure of anything.” Alex laughed; the sound was one of pure joy, love filling him like the fire of a candle, slowly lighting a room.
When the next song came on, he found himself singing along; his heart spilling forth the love that overwhelmed it.
Dan’s love has been one sided for years, but one day he accidentally confesses to Phil…and is rejected. Realising that he has burdened Phil, he is determined to maintain what they have now, even at the cost of his own health and of Phil’s developing feelings.
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“I can only ever see you as a friend. I’m really sorry Dan.”
He should’ve expected it. What else could Phil possibly say to that confession?
Dan had been suffocating his feelings for his best friend for years, and perhaps he had smashed his head in at one point because he almost thought Phil returned his feelings.
Perhaps it was because they shared a flat together, a career together, a life together. Or that he was the first person he saw when he woke up and the last person when he went to bed. Maybe it was because Phil knew everything about him, shared all the same interests and knew exactly how to comfort Dan during a crisis. Or even the fact that they were so inseparable “Dan and Phil” became a brand name worldwide.
Phil was the sun and he was the moon, and he had absolutely fucking deluded himself into thinking Phil thought the same.
Edward smokes a joint on the drive back to school. We ride with all of the windows down, and I stick my hand out, dipping it up and down in the drive-time breeze. The air is cold and stings my eyes, but it feels good – energizing. The music is at the perfect volume; Brandon Boyd’s voice is smooth and sedating. I lean my head back and hum Stellar’s tune while my boy reaches over and squeezes my knee. I should be more thoughtful about my clothes smelling like pot, but I can’t bring myself to care. I love watching him smoke. I like the way he holds his joint between his thumb and pointer finger. I love the way his eyes squint. I can always tell when his high hits him, too. His sometimes-too-critical facial expression turns silly, his smile becomes a little more bending, and his posture slacks some. He isn’t so tense. He isn’t so worried. He just is.
People tend to forget that Dan and Phil are two different people. They have a joint gaming channel, a joint radio show but other than that, they are Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil. What Dan did with the Internet Takeover was his idea that he’s been planning since November. Sure, it was weird seeing only ‘Dan Howell’ in the title but we should be proud of him nonetheless. Saying that Phil should be there or Phil is not getting enough recognition is wrong because Dan hosting the show does not mean that he’s getting more recognition, it only means that he was the one who wanted to do it. I’m sure Dan and Phil have talked about it and I’m sure Phil is perfectly fine with being a guest. He even told people to give Dan a round of applause in the end for creating the Internet Takeover Special. I am proud of Dan. You are proud of Dan. Phil is proud of Dan. Let’s promote internet positivity and focus on that, yeah?
Authors Note: Warning: Does contain drug use. Reader discretion is advised. Plus, this was super cool to write, but it kind of sucks. I’m really sorry! Enjoy though! x
Ashton: The wind was in your hair, rustling the flowers you had artfully weaved into the long strands; your hand drifted through the wind of the open window. You smiled despite yourself, looking over to Ashton who was in the drivers side. You were in your van, on a road trip. His hair was longer than it had been months ago, nearly touching his shoulders, his John Lennon style glasses obscured his beautiful hazel eyes, but the paisley shirt he wore defined his broad shoulders. You propped your feet up on the dashboard, leaning back in your chair so you could relax, and fully admire the expanse of highway and world around you. “Tell me when you want me to take the wheel.” You said, readjusting the flowers in your hair. “We shouldn’t be too long babe, couple more hours.” He said, turning to flash you a smile. “When we get there… the music we’ll hear. Its the mecca, babe. Its the place we were supposed to go. Its so right.” He said, nodding his head. “You think we can find a place to stay?” You said. He shrugged. “We can look, there has to be people that want renters, if not we’ve got the van, right?” He said. You nodded your head, staring at the rolling hills around you. You felt free for the first time in a while. Never feeling content at home with your overbearing parents drilling the idea of education down your throat, crushing every dream you had became too much. “You look like you rolled out of a dumpster (Y/N), take those flowers out of your hair. You know you could use a haircut too, look at that unruly mess thats sprouting from your head.” You heard these sentences from your parents all too often, until you and Ashton had agreed to just leave. He had a van, you had a map, and together you were unstoppable. Who cared what the old people thought? This was the time of peace, of love, and happiness.The time flew by with the aid of the radio, a joint, and the company of each other. “Take a look; this is it.” He said, excitement making him sit up a little higher in his seat. You took one last drag from the joint, tossing the butt end out the window to get lost in the ditches. There was nothing but the long stretch of highway in front of you, rolling hills and trees. Just nature, just the great open world beckoning you to go wherever you dared. Who cared where you ended up? In a city, in the country, in a village. It didn’t matter, because your spirit was free, and you were with Ashton. It was a simple concept really, wherever you ended up would be ten times better than where you were. “You know, its like we were meant to do this. Do you just get that good feeling? Like man, this is it.” You said, tilting your head back and basking in the warmth of the sun. “I’ve been thinking that too.” Ashton agreed, before his gaze was trained back to the road. “I’m going to pick up that hitchhiker, can’t leave a man hanging.” He said, veering off of the road towards the black haired kid that was standing on the side of the highway with his thumb out. “Need a ride, man?” Ashton asked, leaning out the window. “Yeah,” The kid said shyly. “Where are you heading?” Ash asked, pointing to your side where the back door was. “Wherever really, I know thats probably not what you wanted to hear. I’m just looking to get away.” He said shrugging. “If you don’t want some random person riding with you I understand.” He said. “I’m Calum by the way,” He added quickly. Ashton turned to look at you. “What could it hurt?” He said, shrugging. “Help him out,” You said, nodding your head. “C’mon, in your get. Put your guitar in the back, plenty of room for it.” Calum broke out into a joyous smile, jogging around the van, opening the door. He put his guitar in first, and than crawled in himself. “We’re wandering,” Ashton informed him. “Wherever we end up has to be better than home,” He said, outstretching his hand. You grabbed his hand, squeezing and smiling. “I’m Ashton,” He said. “And this is (Y/N), my bird.” He said. You smiled despite yourself, still loving the sound of that. “Thanks man, its really nice to meet you guys. I need to get away for a while. See the world. See whats out there. I’m not going to be a business person like my parents want me to. Fuck that,” He said, leaning back into the seat. You turned around to stare at him. “You came to the right place, man.” You said. He smiled at you, a blush on his cheeks. “Lets go,” Ashton announced. “But first,” You reached into your bag at your feet to pull out a rolled joint. “Lets celebrate to going somewhere new. Starting fresh. And peace, and love, and happiness.” You said.
Calum: There were hundreds of people around you. There were so many people, either high on drugs, some having sex on outstretched blankets, or even on the ground. Some were singing, others dancing, lost completely in the music. You and Calum had heard of a great concert that would be the concert of all concerts. It was called Woodstock, and you both agreed that it would be amazing to go. But you were surprised at the amount of people that had showed up. You had gotten there a few days early, simply camping out on the expanse of grass, the stage already set up. But as the day neared, more and more people - youth - came to hear the music. There would be acts that were so groovy and so hip that it was unbelievable that you were going to see Jimi Hendrix live. You would actually see him shred his guitar on stage, you would hear Janis Joplins wails in person. Ravi Shankar would actually be in front of you in person, and not just on a record. But with more news of this insane festival, more people came. You and Calum were baffled, unable to comprehend just how many people had showed up. “Calum, there has to thousands of people here.” You said, holding his hand. “I know, this is just insane.” He said, looking behind him to the vast ocean of people. “I don’t think they were expecting this many people. What if this makes history? Dude, we could go down in history books,” You joked, laughing. He laughed with you, before sighing. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Look at the bands though. How many people are going to be able to say they saw all of these bands live at none other than Woodstock?” He said. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well obviously everyone here.” You joked. He scoffed, punching your arm gently before pulling you into a hug. A guy walked by, turning towards you two. “Hey man, what do you say you experience yet another level of psychedelic trance?” He said, and cocked your head to the side. “Sorry?” Calum asked, staring at him. “Enjoy man, its on me.” He said, grabbing Calum’s hand and dropping two tiny tablets into his palm. “What is this?” Calum asked, and you stared at the stranger before you. “Acid man, makes things so…much better.” He said, walking away and going to the next couple. Calum stared at the two tablets in his palm, looking at you. “What do you think?” He asked, staring at the stage as people were now beginning to set up for the first band to go on. “Somebodies going to make an announcement,” You said, tugging his arm and pointing at the stage. “Hey guys, don’t take the brown acid. Its a bad batch, everything else is fine. We’re in heaven guys, how about breakfast for three thousand?” He said, and the crowd erupted into a deafening cheer. “Enjoy guys,” He said, walking off the stage. The first band came out: Richie Havens, staring at the crowd in awe. Immediately they launched into The Minstrel From Gault and the crowd was lost in the music. You danced with Calum, spinning and laughing as the music took over your soul. He drew you near, kissing you flush on the lips. You broke away smiling and panting, your dress already filthy from the mud but you didn’t care. Calum leaned in to speak in your ear, so he could be heard over the cheers of the crowd, and the singing of the band. “You know, the tablets aren’t brown. It should be fine. What do you say?” He asked, and you pulled back thinking. You had never dropped acid, but than again, this was the time to do it. Almost everyone was on something, you more or less stuck out like a sore thumb. You would remember the concert either way. You were with Calum, and you knew no harm would come to you. You heard the trip only lasted for 7 to 12 hours, that would be one day. You could do one day. You reached into his palm and plucked a white tablet from his grasp, smiling you put it on your tongue and swallowed. He grinned at you, putting the tablet on his tongue and swallowing. “Now we wait.” You said, grabbing his hands and beginning to dance. Maybe two hours later your trip began, the music amplifying everything. Colours and shapes danced along your vision, people moving in strange ways. Mythical creatures crawled out from the stage and danced alongside the next act. You were spinning, you were falling down the rabbit hole. Calum’s face was changing, suddenly red and than blue, than green. A rectangle, a square, a triangle. Everything was different, and wild, and free. But all you could think about was Calum beside you and allow the music to take over your very soul as the crowd danced along with you in a unified beat.
Luke: Luke came home in a rush, smiling. “Guess what I got today?” He exclaimed happily. You shook your head, your long hair falling around your face. “Look at this album!” He said, coming towards you and handing it to you. You took it staring at the cover. You looked up at Luke confused. “I’ve never heard of the Amboy Dukes?” You said. “C’mon have a listen.” He said. His button up shirt puffed out a bit when he leaned down to put the record on the record player, allowing it to play. Immediately, a song began to play. You liked it, actually. “Journey to the Centre of Your Mind” it was called, and it was pretty groovy. It was a lot harsher than what you were used to. You preferred Jefferson Airplane, some Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin was fabulous, and how could you not swoon over the Beatles? You leaned back against the pillows on Luke’s bed, before closing your eyes and really listening to the music. You felt the mattress shift as he sat down beside you, the album continuing to play. After a few songs Luke nudged your shoulder. “Do you like it?” He asked, a little louder to speak over the music. “It’s pretty groovy,” You said, bobbing your head to the music. Luke’s album collection was vast, his one wall completely covered in albums. He loved all music, and he always managed to find at least one song that you liked off of every album. Even if the band wasn’t your favourite, he managed to find at least one song you thought was alright. The two of your bonded over music. Always going to concerts, the music store, it didn’t matter. Luke had an array of guitars, always wanting to be like the guitarists on the albums he so cherished. He was always playing for you, playing in small dives, playing wherever he could just to get noticed. But that was when it changed, there were some guys that he went to school with, that invited him to start a band. He was practicing with them, but they weren’t going anywhere just yet. They were hippies, radically different from their parent, but their parents were always behind them. You were their number one fan. It was hard to be noticed when they lacked a drummer. Music was Luke’s life, and he was yours. Where he went, you went. Your parents believed that you two would get married, and settle down. Luke would come out of this dream, and he would find some sense, get a well paying job and be able to support you and the family you were destined to have. But you both had different ideas. Luke wanted to be like the rock and rollers that lined his wall. He wanted to go travel the world and play music, he wanted to be free. He wanted to meet his idols, and maybe even play with them. Just like you did. You wanted to be with Luke. As much as you wanted to defy your parents and tell them that you would never get married, or settle down, you were so inclined to spending your life with Luke. You studied him, while the music played. The way his hair now reached his shoulders, and on occasion he would tie it with a hair elastic into a tiny ponytail. His cheekbones were well defined, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he nodded his head to the song. You were enticed by him, he was the grooviest person you knew, and he was all yours. “What are you looking at?” He asked suddenly, breaking you from your reverie. You blushed, shaking your head, “nothing.” You said quickly. He smiled nevertheless and you could feel your heart flutter in your chest. He leaned over pressing a kiss to your lips. You gasped breaking a way, “Did you just cop a feel?” You asked amazed. He smirked at you, making your eyes grow wide. “Maybe,” He purred, and you could feel your heart begin to thunder. “Want me to put on another album?” He asked, pulling away from you. “Sure, why not some Jefferson Airplane?” You asked, pointing at the album propped on the shelf. “Surrealistic Pillow?” He said, grabbing the album. “Yeah, that one.” You nodded as he put it on the player. He came back to beside you, rolling so he was on his side. His hand ghosted over your corduroy clad thigh before smirking. “Well my flower child, lets get it on.” He said, as Jefferson Airplane sang in the background.
Michael: It was the late evening, and you were with your friends finally getting out of the house. All of you needed a breather, and the best way to do that was to share a blunt with everyone, getting higher than a kite. You managed to wander to an abandoned field, and you all collapsed there as the high began to take over. It was so relaxing, to be surrounded by nature and the people you loved. You leaned against Michaels chest, his hands running through your hair in never-ending circuits. You looked amongst the crowd that was gathered in the long grass, as you saw Ashton take a drag from the joint, exhaling the smoke slowly and watching it drift towards the sky. “Hey Jude…” Michael began. “Don’t make it bad…” Luke joined in, and you smiled. “Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart. Than you can start to make it better…” Everyone joined in now, even yourself. It was amazing to watch your pals all sing, together. It was a fantastic song, the Beatles being one of the top bands to hit the world right now, and that made it all the more better. Your high amplified the song, as everyone sang, their voices mingling and getting lost in the open expanse of the field. “Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude” You all finally concluded, as your voices died out. “How bloody awesome was that?” Michael said, breaking the post song silence. You couldn’t stifle your laughter as you grinned. “And I look at you all, I see all the love that is sleeping. While my guitar gently weeps…” Luke began. And once again you all launched into another classic Beatles song. It was admirable that you all had memorized the lyrics to the songs, as one melded into another, until you were singing in the dark. Another joint had been passed around, inducing this aura of peace and joy as you sang such classic songs. When you all had finished what seemed like your millionth song, Calum broke in. “I’m impressed guys, that was pretty rad.” He said, leaning back. “Because the world is round it turns me on…” Ashton said giggling. “You are so high man. You’re stoned!” Luke laughed, as you leaned more heavily against Michael. “I want you… I want you so bad. I want yooou. I want you so bad, its driving me, mad its driving me mad” He purred into your ear. You shivered, sitting up a little straighter. You tilted your head up looking at the stars and seeing how they twinkled. “We should get out of here, you never know if the pigs are going to show up.” Luke said, uneasily. “Oh come on, loosen up. You need another toke.” Calum said laughing. “We’re in the country. Them pigs don’t come out this far anyways. Besides’ they wouldn’t see us regardless. Relax man,” Ashton chided, before laying back against the cool grass. “We should road trip.” You said suddenly. “Sorry?” Michael asked. “You know, get in a van, and leave. Just drive. Wherever we end up, we end up. Who knows what we would hear, what we would see, who we would meet. This is the time to do it. Everything is so free. We could protest for free love! Stop Vietnam. Make love not war. Guys, we could change the world. We have the power too. Love is the force, and we have so much of it. Man, we could do so much.” You said, sitting up. “She has a point.” Ashton said. “I do have a van. It would fit all of us.” Calum added. “What are we waiting for?” You said eagerly. “School? Life?” Luke said. “Fuck it. Screw it all. Why do we need education when we can go out and see things for ourselves. What is it going to get us? They’re teaching me how to be a woman and be submissive. I want to love, I want to see, I want to experience. They’re teaching you guys to follow social norms. To follow the status quo. Fuck it. This is the time for change. You can do anything you want!” You said. Michael squeezing your hand. “I’m down,” Michael said, smiling at you. “Right on,” Calum said, nodding. “Solid.” Ashton added. “Come on Luke,” You pleaded. He sighed looking around. “Fine,” He said, not being able to help the smile. “We could even thumb it across the country.” You said at loud. “I think we’d be better off with the van. You know, it would be more comfortable. What are the chances someone would pick up five teenagers wanting to see the world?” Calum said laughing. You nodded your head, smiling. “I say this calls for a celebratory blunt?” You said pulling it out of your pocket. They laughed as you lit it, inhaling what would be the beginning of your adventure.