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[07] A Day Spent With Red-Headed

Days passed by and my life is basically just a cycle. After school I would head off to the boys' place to clean up, fix their living room, cook dinner for them, and do my homework while waiting for them to arrive home. Luke and I would also post stuffs on his Twitter account in order for the fans to not get suspicious or anything.

Speaking of Twitter, Luke said that it would be nice if I created one for myself. I told him I'm not really fond of social media, and besides I have a crappy phone so I can't just simply install these apps on my phone. But since Lucas is one hell of a pushy guy, he insist on giving me a new phone and eventually made an account for me.

"Oi," he said as he throw a small rectangular box on me.

"Oww!" The little thing landed on my lap. "What's this?" I asked, picking up the poor box.

"See for yourself, princess." He said sarcastically.

Oh holy skittles.

I looked up at him then to the box.

"Wait, I can't accept this." I said, giving him back the box.

"Why not?" He raised his eyebrow.

"B-because it's too much." I shook my head.

"Nah, take it. It's for your job, anyway." I figured that, Lucas.

But it's really too much! I mean who the hell would give you an iPhone6?

"But—" I started to argue but he cut me off.

"No Buts, princess." He said as he took the seat next to me. "Now, let's make you a Twitter account."

He grabbed the shiny new phone and tapped the blue bird app. He's really ready for this and he's really taking this seriously.

"We should take a selfie together." He said after making the account.

"Dude, we're taking tons of selfies almost everyday!" I whined.

"Shut up and smile, princess." He grabbed my arm to pull me closer then he snapped a photo of us together.

"@Luke5SOS: Babe finally made an account @denniseloves :* x pic.twitter.com/Zvfkfosu"

So that's the history of my Twitter account, everyone.

Today is just like one of those normal days. I got annoyed at my Math class because my teacher asked me to solve a board problem. Of course, being the Math 'genius' I am, I did not answer it correctly.

Class was pretty normal when you exclude those girls who gave me daggers as I walk through the hallways. They're gossiping about how the hell did I end up with a Luke Hemmings. Good thing nobody has pulled my hair as of now.

Angela was still ecstatic about it. She doesn't stop bugging me about how I should bring her to the 5sos flat soon. Of course I can't do that right now. I haven't told Luke that my best friend knows our deal. I don't know how would he react.

I went straight to 5sos' flat after class. Even though I always go home later than before, my mom is fine with it. I told her that I was "doing research" for class and that I stay over at Ang's for dinner. She seems suspicious at first but she bought my explanation.

Using the spare key the boys gave to me, I opened the door to their flat. I was surprised to see that everything's organized and clean. Usually, papers and snack leftovers are scattered around their living room. But today, it is neat.

Then somebody went out of their room. It was the red-haired boy and he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black baggy shorts. This guy reminds me of a lost kitten. "Hey, Michael," I greeted shyly.