Rock Band Next Door ((5sos))

3.

I followed Luke inside the surprisingly clean house. Calum was never one to clean anything, so seeing that all the boxes and such were put away was very surprising to me.

"Nice house. I've never been inside it before," I said, looking around as I continued to follow Luke.

"Thanks. I like it here," he said, opening a door and motioning me to go before him. I mumbled a thanks and went down to what I assumed was the basement, also where they practiced.

"Lads! We have a guest. She brought us pie!!" Luke exclaimed, leading me to their practice space. All eyes fell on me as Luke moved out of the way and ran back up to the kitchen to get utensils.

"What are you doing here, Cadence? I thought you said you weren't gonna come over?" Calum asked, fiddling with his bass strap.

"I brought pie and Luke invited me over," I said, crossing my arms over my stomach.

"Well, I'm glad you did. I'm starving. What kind of pie?" Ashton asked, lifting the plastic wrap and smelling it.

"Apple," I said quietly.

"Nice. Those cookies yesterday were the bomb. Calum didn't eat any though. I don't know what's wrong with him."

"He doesn't like chocolate chip," I said without thinking. I didn't mean to answer for him. I used to do that a lot when we were together. He didn't like it very much.

"But I like apple pie," Calum said, going to where Ashton was.

"Hey, I'm Michael," the peeping tom from last night said.

"H-hi," I said, tightening my arms around myself.

"I'm really sorry about staring last night. I got an earful about it. I just got distracted and couldn't stop," he said, adding a wink at the end.

"It's fine," I mumbled. I was really uncomfortable being here. Not just because of Calum, but because the other guys were pretty much strangers.

Luke finally came back with some small paper plates and plastic forks. He handed them to the other boys and got one for himself. He offered me one, but I declined, saying I was too full.

I awkwardly sat on a loveseat that was in the room. I watched as they got their pie and walked over to where I was.

Ashton sat next to me, Calum, Luke, and Michael sitting on the floor in front of us. I heard Ashton moan beside me as he took a bite of his slice of pie. My face went red at the sound.

"This. This is so good, Cadence," he said with a mouth full of apples.

"Thanks," I said, playing with my fingers, not knowing what to do while they ate.

"Did you make it?"

"Yeah. I like cooking."

"Well, you're great at it. This is amazing. I just want to eat this for the rest of my life."

"If you don't mind being a thousand pounds by the time you die, go ahead."

"As long as this is my last meal," he said chuckling.

They all finished their pieces and threw away the plates and forks. They thanked me for the pie and I nodded, still not knowing if I should stay or not.

"I should probably go now," I said, standing up off the couch.

"Aww really? Why?" Ashton whined, sitting behind his drum set.

"My mom will probably be home soon."

"Oh, okay. We hope to see you soon though."

"I live less than ten feet away," I giggled.

Ashton laughed, twirling a drumstick in between his fingers. He waved and I waved back. Michael and Luke said bye and Calum gave my a little smile and a small wave. I did the same and went upstairs and out the front door.

When I got back to my house, no one was home yet. I went up to my room and flopped down on my bed.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through various social media. Suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice singing and a faint guitar playing.

"I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted. And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine, are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all. I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the makeup running down your face. And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I never can escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all."

A hurt expression covered my face as I continued to listen to the lyrics of the song. A part of me wondered if Calum wrote that about us. It was selfish of me to think, but I couldn't help it.

It made sense.