"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"I Haven't Seen You In So Long"

(All the boys and then Michael is cut off I'm conflicted: 😂/😭)

Paris's P.O.V.

The boys were set to arrive on Sunday afternoon, and it was Sunday morning. I was excited, but kind of stressed because I had exams Monday, half of Tuesday and half of Wednesday, and I had to study. I probably had studied enough, but when you have anxiety you don't see that aspect.
I spent the morning cleaning a bit and on the phone with Jake for over an hour. He was going to come over on Thursday afternoon to meet the boys since Luke had texted me and mentioned wanting to meet him.
I didn't get dressed till around 10:30, but when I noticed the time I threw on my light blue jean shorts (since it was June!) and my orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt.

Finally, at about 1:30, the tour bus pulled into the driveway and I positively flew out the door as soon as it had stopped. Luke was the first one out and he held out his arms for me to run into.
"I missed you!" I cried, stuffing my face into his shoulder (since I was 4 1/2 inches shorter than him).
"I missed you too," he mumbled into my hair.
After a moment, Michael grabbed me 'round the middle and yanked me from Luke's arms into his own. "You've had enough time with Luke, I missed you too," he laughed.
"Aww I missed you too Mikey," I giggled.
Michael let me go and Ashton immediately enveloped me into his grasp. "Did you miss me?" He asked.
"Yes, I missed you Moriarty," I laughed at my reference.
"Huh?" He said, confused.
"It's a Sherlock thing, but hey, did you miss me?"
"Of course!" He giggled. Oh his giggle.
He let me go and Calum stood with his lower lip stick out in front of me.
"What about your cuddle buddy?" He pouted.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around him. "I missed you too you big suck."
"I am not a suck," he pouted further.
"Yes you are, just accept it. It's cute," I grinned.
"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "I'm a suck."
"I know," I smiled, removing my arms from around Calum.
"Now what?" Asked Michael.
"Want to meet my mum and dad?" I asked.
"Yes!" The all chorused.
"They'll probably like you, just don't break anything," I chuckled.
"We'll try," Michael said seriously.
I led them up the porch steps and into the house. My mum, who was in the living room reading a magazine, looked up at the commotion. She smiled and stood up, coming over to meet us at the door.
"Hi! I'm Paris's mum, Janna," she said cheerfully. "I know who you are of course, my daughter's been a fan for years and years," she shook Michael's hand. "You'll be Michael of course, with the bright hair." Michael was indeed still sporting his pink hair.
She shook Calum's hand. "You'll be Calum, then. Paris always said to me 'mum this one's Calum, he's not Asian he's half Maori half Scottish so don't call him Asian he hates it'." Calum laughed the loudest out of us all at that, my cheeks tinged pink. She turned to Ashton. "The drummer," she said, shaking his hand. "Paris always said you were the oldest, and you always seem to be wearing bandannas in the pictures I've seen." She stopped in front Luke and laughed. "And you," she grinned, shaking his hand. "Of course I would know you. Luke Hemmings himself. For years it's been 'mum listen to Luke's voice at this part, mum look at Luke's shirt, mum look Luke's wearing Converse, mum look how amazing Luke's hair is, and on and on."
I blushed and but Luke just laughed.
"My husband Mark on the other hand," my mum chuckled, "even though he welcomed the education Paris offered us with open arms, he's a bit... scatter-brained. He'll need proper introductions." She quickly walked to the back door and stuck her head out the back door. "MARK, THEY'RE HERE!" She called.
"WHO'S HERE?" My dad called back.
I rolled my eyes. "He's a bit thick at times. He means well."
"Paris's friends! The ones in the band remember?" My mum reminded him.
"Right!" He called.
I heard him clambering up the back steps and into the house.
He appeared in the archway. "Hello!" My dad said, slightly breathless from running to meet them.
The boys grinned. "Hi," Michael said.
"I like your hair, it's da bomb," my dad said to Michael, in attempt to be cool.
"Wrong century, dad," I laughed, shaking my head.
"Thanks," Michael said, disregarding the out-of-it vibe my dad was emanating.
My dad was stuck in the 90s, which was fine by me; the 90s were awesome, judging from the shows and memorabilia from that decade that I had seen.
"Are you going to introduce us, Paris?" My dad asked.
"Dad," I said, "this is Michael, Calum, Ashton, and Luke." I pointed to each boy in turn.
"Nice to meet you," my dad smiled, shaking each of their hands. When he got to Luke, his eyes widened. "Wait, Luke?" He turned to me. "Paris is this the boy who's name you had on your wrist for that whole year?"
"What?" Michael sputtered.
"That never happened," I denied quickly.
"Yes it did, I remember," my dad insisted.
"No dad, my left hand said 'I fancy the lead singer' with 5 tally marks everyday for at least a year. My wrist didn't say 'Luke Hemmings'," I clarified.
Luke smirked. "My friend Alice's hand said 'I prefer the drummer'. We have shirts and everything," I informed him. "so you can stop looking so smug."
"Yay people love me!" Ashton cried adorably.
"They really do, Ash, they really do," I nodded.
"I'd like to see that shirt," Luke cut in.
"That reminds me!" My mom trilled. "You have to sort out what you're taking out to the tour bus!"
"We'll do that now," I said. "Follow me, band members!"
They followed me up the first set of stairs and then up the twirly stairs to my attic room. It was painted a light turquoise and all the furniture was white. There were two bookcases and posters plastered the walls. My turquoise and pink scribble pattern bedding complimented the pink shag rug covering a portion of the hardwood floor.
"Nice room," Calum said.
"Thanks," I said, walking over to the closet.
"I especially like the posters," Michael smirked, running his fingers across the many 5 Seconds of Summer posters on my wall.
"And the printouts," Luke grinned, looking at the collage of printouts of Luke covering 3 1/2 square feet of one wall, beside the bulletin board above my desk.
"Fabulous, I know," I chuckled.
I flipped through the hung up clothes, throwing random things on the floor.
"So many clothes," I said, throwing the articles of clothing on the floor.
I moved to the drawers, pulling out random items and them all on the ground. "Oh I almost forgot!" I walked over to the hooks on the side of my bookshelf and took Luke's Nirvana off of one of them.
"You're not getting this back," I told Luke, showing him what I was holding, "I just like to wear it."
Luke laughed. "That's okay, I have about 10 anyway."
"I know," I giggled, stuffing all of the clothes into a bag.
I stopped in the bathroom connecting to my room and grabbed my tooth stuff and hairbrush. I grabbed my headphones, charger, laptop, and phone from my nightstand and added them to the suitcase.
"Let's go!" I declared finally (I say finally, but it was only 10 minutes).
They followed me out of my bedroom and down the stairs to the second floor.
"Want a tour?" I joked.
"Okay," Ashton said seriously.
I laughed to myself and led them through my parents' room, the rec room (consisting of my art/writing desk, a keyboard, several guitars, and a DJ set up) and the bathroom.
Then I opened the door to the the room at the end of the hall.
They all shot me confused looks. "Who's room is this?"
"My brother's," I stated simply.
"YOU HAVE A BROTHER?" Ashton exclaimed.
"Yeah, he's 21. His name's Ryan. R-y-a-n, not r-i-a-n like Rian Dawson from All Time Low, which would have been cool. He's in Uni to be a airplane repair guy," I said.
"You never thought it good enough to mention that you weren't an only child?" Calum asked bewildered.
I shrugged. "I love my brother, but he's kind of annoying and super overprotective. He nearly had a heart attack when he heard about Jake."
"You have 4 new overprotective older brothers," Ashton grinned mischievously.
"Oh great," I huffed. "Let's just go, yeah? I don't need to hear the whole 'be careful and don't let him take advantage of you blah blah blah, like thanks I have a brain in my head."
We continued down to the first floor and out the door, walking out to the tour bus.