Adopted by Larry (Book 3)

Chapter Eighteen: Gotta Love Starbucks...Definitely Not the Mountain Goat.

i dont even know what this is. youve been warned. plus it's 1:53 AM. I have no life. Concert was THE BEST THING OF MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE. You should know my laptop is dead like it wont work anymore and I hate writing on my ipad so that's why I cant update often so it sucks and i hate it with a passion and when i cant write i get outta whack. please bare with me, though. I'll try and make the ending good and funny. Just Anna's wedding and shit left, if you want something else comment it!

Lucas' POV

"Can we please stop to eat? I'm starving!" I groan, stomach rumbling in slow aching patterns.

Kaitlyn was sitting on the bus next to me and we were headed to Seattle, Washington for the next concert. It was go, go, go. It never ended. It was exhausting, but it was fun and worth it. We did so much in every city we went to. Met fans, signed stuff, they sang their hearts out and played the best they could for every show and would lose their voice only for a little bit before slowly getting it back. They'd have to not talk for the time being on the bus. Which, in their case, was a little hard for them...

"Luke! You ate my orange chicken!?" Mikey shouted from the kitchen area. Luke was in the back lounge scrolling through social media and stalking fans on Twitter, retweeting and replying every now and then. Ashton was gaining sleep because it was around seven AM. Calum was rolling on the ground to entertain himself until we got to Seattle.

On the way I found it my utmost pleasure to eat Krispy Kreme's, which were glazed donuts that we bought along the way. All these discoveries and I was very content.

"I never ate your damn chicken! It's in the back of the fridge behind Ashton's chocolate milk!" Luke shouted back to Michael who was red in the face, sleep deprived, horny, and hungry. We were all a mess.

"It better be in the fridge, otherwise I'm going to cut a bitch with the Chinese takeout chopsticks." Michael threatened, his fists clenching by his sides while he dug through the shelf of the fridge.

"What are thoooooosssseee!" Calum declared in the Vine voice as he pointed at Luke's underwear on the floor.

"Would you all please do me a favor and stop talking so damn much. All you do is yap yap yap and we've got a show and shit soon I'd like some sleep!" Ashton comes out of his bunk, practically growling. Wow, what crawled up his ass?

Mikey turned to look at him, stared straight into his eyes and said very slowly, "You can sleep...when I find my chicken." Then he proceeded to flip back to the fridge before shouting he had found it and was scarfing it down like Kim Kardashian in bed with Kanye West.

"Hey I'm doin' fine and I know I'm outta line so let's sing this one more time it goes...destination kick you out of this fuckboy station."

"Bye Felicia." Mikey waved Ashton off and he grumbled his way back to bed. Michael finally sat down next to Kaitlyn and I, turning on the play station while stuffing his face with the stupid orange chicken. Seriously, how much can these guys fit in their stomachs? Probably as much makeup as Acacia Brinley wears.

And the inner Louis sass comes out...

"Michael did you wear my Green Day
shirt?"
"Uh...which one?"

Story of their lives.

I was bored of everything so I decided to check Twitter and see what fans were sending me. What I saw was a little...scarring.

When I looked up the hashtag "Lucas Sylinson" pictures of me photoshopped onto a frog names Pepe, pictures of me photoshopped onto a woman giving birth, and someone told me "I want Lucas Stylinson to eat me like Louis Tomlinson eats Harry Styles"