BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings

4.7 | heart shaped sunglasses

"No! You can't expect me to be around him." Aria huffs, dramatically pointing a finger towards the blond, "He's going to ruin everything!"

The four of them – Aria, Luke, Michael, and Calum – all stand at the parking lot of the shopping square, and the girl puts on the show of a lifetime as she presents the front about the evident life changing horrible concept of being forced to go into the party store with Luke.

Obviously, she knew this was going to happen, she made sure that this would happen. Doing nothing more than insisting on coming down the square at Oak Tree because of the bigger variety of drinks and its close location to Party City, of course, the presence of the blond was a supposedly unplanned one.

She assured Michael and Calum, days, minutes, hours prior that she will be perfectly content on getting the decorations, cups, and miscellaneous items herself with the additional reminder – or false rumour – that she might risk the cashier's right to refuse purchase to anyone.

All while knowing that Luke will magically do what he does best, and weasel his way into the situation, like always. It's pretty much a fool proof plan if you ask her, and all she has to do – as of now – is pretend that being alone with Luke continues to be the bane of her existence.

She's been doing it since December, this time around shouldn't be any different.

Luke, on the other hand, is trying his absolute best to not laugh at her overblown dramatics, finally understanding why some people are not made for the Broadway stages. Aria may be a good liar, but she's an awful actor.

"It's a big ass store, we don't even have to fucking see each other." He argues, "You're so fucking dramatic."

"Why are you even here?" She questions, sharply turning her head at the blond, nearly bursting out into laughter at his horrendous poker face.

The way he pulls on his lip ring to stop himself from blowing both of their covers and refuses to look at the girl, thinking that the pole across the parking lot is a lot more interesting. He looks ridiculous. To put it into perspective, arguing with each other now, is like getting into a fake fight with one of their friends for fun.

There's simply no real substance behind it.

"You weren't even invited!" Aria adds, her mask breaking through for a split second as she fights the smile begging to escape.

"Uh, yeah I was sweetheart."

"Did I say you could speak?"

"Do I care?"

Michael and Calum are tired, they simply want the bickering to end. They've forgotten how bad it could get due to the past three months of pure bliss they've been living in, the one void of consistent arguments. Both believed that this day could go well, then again, they seemed to have underestimated the two.

Whatever ceasefire, agreement, or ignorance they had in place has quickly been tossed out the window and repeatedly run over. And for what? All in the name of distrust or horror of somehow getting the wrong cups?

"Why don't you guys just get your own baskets and do your own things?" Calum sighs, wanting to mediate this situation before it blows out of proportion, "Luke, you get the cups. Aria, get whatever else you want."

"Yeah, Aria, don't let this ruin your party." Michael adds,

Somehow, by some twist of dumb fate, everyone – including Aria, up until two days ago – forgot that the girl does have a valid ID. She has a driver's licence for Christ sake. Although, Michael and Calum seem too annoyed to even think about that possibility that is literally hiding in plain sight.