Head over heels || {a juke story}

Chapter 24

Julies pov

We walk out of the school and I see a large black limo with tinted windows.

Someone rolls the front window down to reveal a man in a black suit with dark sunglasses.

"Everyone, get in. We'll pick your car up later Luke" he says.

We climb in and Alex and Reggie sit with their feet up, taking up most of the room.

"You can come and sit on my lap if you like Jules" Luke says.

Luke sits down in the empty space and I sit down on his lap very awkwardly.

"Get comfortable princess, we have to pick up Bobby yet. He still hasn't officially left the band yet. That's probably one of the many things that will be happening today" he starts, "once we pick Bobby up, it's about and hours drive until we get to the building where we have our meeting, write songs and record hits"

"I still can't believe all of this is happening! Before I met you, I had the biggest crush on you" I say.

"Hey! Am I that bad in person?" He pouts.

"I mean, you were my celebrity crush but now I actually know you so it doesn't count" I chuckle.

We sit there talking for a while, until we come to a stop.

Shortly after, the door opens and Bobby jumps in the limo, along with his parents.

Alex and Reggie are clearly quite annoyed that they have to move their feet.

When Bobby's parents sit down, they look me up and down and roll their eyes.

"Luke, I thought you weren't allowed to bring your sluts anywhere other than your house" Bobby's father, Pete, says.

"Besides when do you care about hookups. You've never shown any emotion towards one before" His mother, Mellisa, chimes in.

I have no clue what to say, or if I should say anything at all for that matter.

"I don't know why you guys have formed this opinion of me but Julie is our friend, not a slut. She's working with us for our next concert" Like says.

That shut them up.

The rest of the ride is full of laughter coming from our end of the limo. On the other hand, the only noise coming from the Wilson's end is the occasional sniffle.

Eventually we arrive outside a tall, important-looking building with a massive sign on the front reading 'a.d.l records'.

The limo stops and the Wilson's open the door to get out. I hop off Luke's lap and the rest of us exit the limo.

We walk into the massive building and up to the front desk.

Bobby's parents take out passes from their bags and scan them through a machine. This earns a small nod from the man behind the desk.

A small lady come running over and beckoning for us to follow her so that's what we do.

She leads us over to the elevator and walks inside. Everyone does the same.

It's a large elevator to be able to fit all of us in.

The lady presses a button and we start to travel upwards.

It takes a while for us to get to where we need to be because of how many floors this damn building has.

When we finally reach the right floor, we are greeted to a number of people waiting to use the elevator.

We all slip out and squeeze past the crowd of people.

"Ahh they're here!" Someone says.

"Come in boys, boys friend" another person says.

"I'm Marcel, nice to meet you" he says, extending a hand for me to shake.

"Julie" I say with a smile.

"Please, take a seat everyone" Marcel starts, "so, we're all here to finalise Bobby leaving and to plan and write some music. Let's get straight to it. Bobby, why would you like to leave the band"

"Well, I feel like I don't get along as well with the guys anymore and my heart just isn't into the music like it used to be" he lies.

"Those both seem like valid points. You are dismissed. We will send the paperwork to your home as soon as possible and it must be returned within a week of arrival" he says.

"Sounds lovely" Says Mrs Wilson.

"Thank you" Mr Wilson says.

"Down to the real business" Marcel says. He looks directly at me. "We're going to need to hear you sing in the recording studio later today. You will work with some specialists to help you find the right song. After that, you will need to find Luke and starting coming up with some lyric ideas"

This is a lot to take in. I don't even realise that my leg is bouncing until I feel a soft hand placed on my thigh, stopping it.

(A/N: I'm really struggling to write atm. I want juke stuff but I don't just want to skip ages in time so it's really confusing)