KAYLA’S POV

The night passed as quickly as a rabbit that just got hit by a bus and is now soaring through the sky in slow-motion, like in a low-budget action movie. So it actually passed pretty darn slowly. Actually, I don’t really know; I was asleep for most of it. Maybe it was just the length of a normal night. You know what? Forget I mentioned it. It was a night. What’s really important is what happened the next day.

I suggested going to the beach, but Faith said a couple of things like “What the heck is wrong with you?” and “Why are you such an idiot?” and other more colorful phrases that I’m not going to repeat. So instead, we decided to accompany 5SOS to their concert. The concert was free, but since I was what the guards described as a “psychotic fangirl,” I had to pay three hundred dollars to get in. But it was totally worth it.

Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Mikey took the stage with all the grace of a girl named Grace. They began the concert with “She Looks So Perfect,” which was totally appropriate because I made sure to look so perfect that day. I was even wearing my American Apparel underwear, but you couldn’t tell because over those underwear were pants. After that, they started singing “Out of My Limit,” which was no doubt my third favorite song of theirs.

At the end of the first verse, Ashton leaned toward his microphone and announced, “We’d like to invite our new friend Kayla to sing the chorus!”

Everyone started chanting, “Who’s Kayla!” in unison, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world because I knew they were actually cheering me on. I climbed up onto the stage and belted my lungs out.

“YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE BIT OUT OF MY LIMIT—”

And that’s when the booing started, but it was okay because I knew they actually loved my voice and were just jealous of my amazing talent. Luke kept giving me these strange looks, probably because he was so shocked about my luscious vocals.

AMANDA’S POV

Daisy and I stood on that ramp thing above the stage at the 5 Seconds of Summer concert. I don’t remember what it’s called, and frankly, I don’t feel like looking it up. So all you theater kids out there who know? Do your thing.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Daisy asked, her face turning a pale shade of green. She was terribly afraid of heights, but I told her that if she didn’t come with me I’d take away her easel. The conversation went a little like this:

Daisy: “Amanda, you know I’m afraid of heights.”

Me: “If you don’t come up there with me, I’ll take away your easel.”

Daisy: “Ugh, fine.”

Anyway, Kayla was on stage, singing her little heart out. Please, what did she know about singing? I was singing before either of us were born. She didn’t deserve to be up there with 5SOS, I did!

“So your plan is to…what?”

I sighed dramatically (and evilly, of course). “Okay, Daisy, I’ll say this slowly so you can understand.” Daisy raised an eyebrow at me. She must still not understand me. You’d think the valedictorian of our senior class would be able to understand my evil plans. “You see this bucket, right?”

Daisy stared at the bucket in my hand. “Uh, yeah.”

“Do you see what it’s filled with?”

“Well, it looks red and sticky.” Her eyes widened. “What the—?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not blood. Yesterday, my horoscope said it was a bad day to make sacrifices, so I wasn’t able to get any.”

“Then what is it?”

I smiled like a smiling person. “Ketchup.”

“Um…why?”

“So I can turn Miss All-American into the most American food of all time!”

“What, apple pie?”

“No!” I shouted. I pressed my hands to my temples. “A hot dog. Kayla All-American is going to become a hot dog.”

Daisy cocked her head. “Well, if you wanna get technical about it, the sausage was first—” But after shooting Daisy my best I don’t wanna get technical about it face, she said, “But I have a feeling you don’t wanna get technical about it. Human hot dog. Sounds wonderful.” Then, she looked confused. “Wait, you’re not gonna eat her, are you?”

“Are you out of your mind?” I questioned. “I’m not a cannibal. But I know a couple who live in the cave by Australia Beach.”

“A couple of cannibals?”

I sighed. “Daisy, if I wanted to be clear enough for a hypothetical audience to follow along with our conversation, I would’ve clarified that. But if you must know, yes, I know a cannibal couple living in a cave near Australia Beach.”

I held the bucket high over my head Lion King style and prepared to dump its contents all over that girl. Right before I could tip it, Daisy screamed, “Amanda, wait!” But it was too late. I turned over the bucket and allowed the sticky glob of revenge rain onto the stage.