sum-41-girl

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DU ER IKKE ALENE ➤ PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY (x)

Artists (click on them to be linked to the songs on YouTube): 1. Morgan Sulele // 2. Halsey // 3. John Legend // 4. Bring me the Horizon // 5. All Time Low // 6. All Time Low // 7. Of Mice & Men // 8. Bry // 9. Quietdrive // 10. Sum 41 // 11. Boys Like Girls // 12. All Time Low // 13. 5 Seconds of Summer // 14. We Still Dream // 15. Jonas Blue, Raye // 16. Troye Sivan // 17. Jason Mraz // 18. Bring me the Horizon 

“You’re so weird,” Cal laughed. He was looking at you from across the small back room of the tour bus.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you chuckled. You were currently laying on the couch upside down, legs in the air with your feet resting against the window.

“Really though have you even been listening to the music you have been playing? So far I’ve heard Camp Rock, Blink, NSYNC, All Time Low, The Little Mermaid, Beyonce, Sum 41, and The Cheetah Girls. You have the strangest taste in music,” He said shaking his head in disbelief all while finger drumming on his thighs to the current song, Bet On It, playing through the speakers.

“I like to use the word eccentric,” You replied watching your best friend from your upside down state. “Plus you love it. Don’t act like you aren’t a fan of High School Musical.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, just reminding you how much of a dork you are,” He smiled. You admired the crinkles that appeared by his eyes from his big smile. That had always been one of your favorite features of your best friend. He had a smile that could light up an entire room. No matter how pissy or sad you were one of Calums killer smiles could make you feel better. You, not so gracefully, flipped off the couch onto the floor letting out a small oomph as you hit the ground, Calum releasing a giggle at your actions. You climbed up next to him on the couch, cuddling into your friends warm body, releasing a content sigh.

“I love having you here with us,” He said wrapping a muscular arm around your waist. “Even if you have weird taste in music.”

You were visiting the boys on their North American leg of their tour, you had already been with them a week and your return home was approaching rapidly.

“Me too. Its been amazing to see you all in action. Y’all work so hard and I’m just so proud of all you’ve accomplished,” You gushed while lightly tracing the tattoos on his forearm.

“You should just stay. The tour doesn’t go on for much longer,” he suggested. He hadn’t seen you in five months, one measly week and a half wasn’t enough to make up for lost time. He missed being able to hold you close. He loved when he was home and could drive over to your house at insane hours of the night just so you could both go get milkshakes. He yearned to continue your weekly movie nights. He needed his best friend dammit, he didn’t want to be apart from you anymore.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds of his breathing. Oh, how you wished you could just quit your job and spend your time traveling the world with your best friend. It was fun to think about what it would be like, lord knows you had imagined it a million times, but it just wasn’t realistic. You had your job and apartment, you couldn’t just leave all your commitments behind.

“Cal, you know I can’t do that even though I’d love to,” you sighed sadly.

“I know I know. Just figured asking wouldn’t hurt,” he said softly, beginning to pet your hair. He felt defeated. You were leaving in another three days and he had no idea when the next time he would be able to see you.

You jumped up out of his embrace, being met with a questioning look.

“No, we are not going sit here and be sad noodles. We only have a small amount of time left together and I shall not spend it upset,” you stated hands on your hips determined. You held your hand out to him, “Stand up and crazy dance with me to my weird music so I won’t be sad anymore.”

A huge grin appeared on his face as he placed his large hand in your delicate one. You grabbed the speaker remote and turned it up. A Party Song blasted loud in the small room. You both started jumping around, head banging to the All Time Low jam. Calum couldn’t stop smiling. Only you would suggest to have a dance party in the back of a moving bus. You were his strange, no eccentric, best friend and he didn’t know where he would be without you. Although he was happy in that moment bouncing around to the beat, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing you would be leaving him so soon.

teenage dirtbag baby → a mix made up of some of my favourite rock songs from the early 2000s…

1. somewhere i belong - linkin park // 2. the anthem - good charlotte // 3. blurry - puddle of mudd // 4. teenage dirtbag - wheatus // 5. the hell song - sum 41 // 6. girl all the bad guys want - bowling for soup // 7. so cold - breaking benjamin // 8. can’t stop - red hot chili peppers // 9. i hate everything about you - three days grace // 10. tribute - tenacious d // 11. numb - linkin park // 12. the middle jimmy eat world // 13. stacy’s mom - fountains of wayne // 14. fat lip - sum 41 // 15. chop suey! - system of a down // 16. diary of jane - breaking benjamin // 17. all the small things - blink 182 // 18. she fucking hates me - puddle of mud // 19. smooth criminal - alien ant farm // 20. last resort - papa roach // 21. i miss you - blink 182 // 22. californication - red hot chili peppers // 23. 1985 - bowling for soup

{listen here}

ur so pop punk idk i just made this bc nostalgia

the anthem good charlotte // high school never ends bowling for soup // in too deep sum 41 // the girl got hot weezer // the middle jimmy eat world // all the small things blink 182 // teenagers my chemical romance // love drunk boys like girls // american idiot green day // she looks so perfect 5 seconds of summer // dance dance fall out boy // stacy’s mom fountains of wayne // new perspective panic! at the disco // shaketramp marianas trench // i’m just a kid simple plan // punk rock 101 bowling for soup // teenage dirtbag wheatus // mr. brightside the killers // last nite the strokes

{listen}

REBLOG OR LIKE IF YOU LIKE THESE BANDS (Following all- a follow back is appreciated)

My Chemical Romance
Fall Out Boy
Arctic Monkeys
The Black Keys
21 Pilots
Panic! at the Disco
Sum 41
Boys Like Girls
The Beatles
All Time Low
The Doors
Queen
The Brobecks
The Smiths
Pink Floyd
The Rolling Stones
Nirvana
The Who
Shrek and the Fairy Tales
Low
Blink- 182
The Young Veins
Paramore
Etc;

jams tbh

{listen}

ocean avenue-yellowcard// this is gospel-panic! at the disco// loverboy-you me at six// bite my tongue-you me at six// backseat serenade-all time low// umbrella-all time low// have faith in me-a day to remember// my songs know what you did in the dark-fall out boy// s.a.d.-man overboard// night feelings-man overboard// the curse of curves-cute is what we aim for// check yes juliet-we the kings// rejects- 5 seconds of summer// american idiot(cover)-5 seconds of summer// scotty doesn’t know-lustra// na na na- my chemical romance// 18-anarbor// basket case-green day// fatlip-sum 41// star girl-mcfly// stacy’s mom-fountains of wayne// mr. brightside-the killers// my own worst enemy-lit// young volcanoes-fall out boy

“You’re so weird,” Cal laughed. He was looking at you from across the small back room of the tour bus.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you chuckled. You were currently laying on the couch upside down, legs in the air with your feet resting against the window. 

“Really though have you even been listening to the music you have been playing? So far I’ve heard Camp Rock, Blink, NSYNC, All Time Low, The Little Mermaid, Beyonce, Sum 41, and The Cheetah Girls. You have the strangest taste in music,” He said shaking his head in disbelief all while finger drumming on his thighs to the current song, Bet On It, playing through the speakers. 

“I like to use the word eccentric,” You replied watching your best friend from your upside down state. “Plus you love it. Don’t act like you aren’t a fan of High School Musical.” 

“Oh, I’m not complaining, just reminding you how much of a dork you are,” He smiled. You admired the crinkles that appeared by his eyes from his big smile. That had always been one of your favorite features of your best friend. He had a smile that could light up an entire room. No matter how pissy or sad you were one of Calums killer smiles could make you feel better. You, not so gracefully, flipped off the couch onto the floor letting out a small oomph as you hit the ground, Calum releasing a giggle at your actions. You climbed up next to him on the couch, cuddling into your friends warm body, releasing a content sigh. 

“I love having you here with us,” He said wrapping a muscular arm around your waist. “Even if you have weird taste in music.” 

You were visiting the boys on their North American leg of their tour, you had already been with them a week and your return home was approaching rapidly. 

“Me too. Its been amazing to see you all in action. Y’all work so hard and I’m just so proud of all you’ve accomplished,” You gushed while lightly tracing the tattoos on his forearm. 

“You should just stay. The tour doesn’t go on for much longer,” he suggested. He hadn’t seen you in five months, one measly week and a half wasn’t enough to make up for lost time. He missed being able to hold you close. He loved when he was home and could drive over to your house at insane hours of the night just so you could both go get milkshakes. He yearned to continue your weekly movie nights. He needed his best friend dammit, he didn’t want to be apart from you anymore. 

You closed your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds of his breathing. Oh, how you wished you could just quit your job and spend your time traveling the world with your best friend. It was fun to think about what it would be like, lord knows you had imagined it a million times, but it just wasn’t realistic. You had your job and apartment, you couldn’t just leave all your commitments behind. 

“Cal, you know I can’t do that even though I’d love to,” you sighed sadly.

“I know I know. Just figured asking wouldn’t hurt,” he said softly, beginning to pet your hair. He felt defeated. You were leaving in another three days and he had no idea when the next time he would be able to see you. 

You jumped up out of his embrace, being met with a questioning look. 

“No, we are not going sit here and be sad noodles. We only have a small amount of time left together and I shall not spend it upset,” you stated hands on your hips determined. You held your hand out to him, “Stand up and crazy dance with me to my weird music so I won’t be sad anymore.” 

A huge grin appeared on his face as he placed his large hand in your delicate one. You grabbed the speaker remote and turned it up. A Party Song blasted loud in the small room. You both started jumping around, head banging to the All Time Low jam. Calum couldn’t stop smiling. Only you would suggest to have a dance party in the back of a moving bus. You were his strange, no eccentric, best friend and he didn’t know where he would be without you. Although he was happy in that moment bouncing around to the beat, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing you would be leaving him so soon.