Trouble. Luke Hemmings fanfic

August 30th 2009.

Also this book is not going to be good. I am 15 and depressed. Don't let that stop you though cause I'd still like timid you read it.

I feel a sort of fear when it comes to the tourist days at work.

I'm unsure on why they all arrive here at the same time. It's always Tuesdays and then the weekends. I have Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. With nobody.

But the second it's Tuesday or the weekend, I'm screwed. Done for.

I'd blame my mother for having me in Vegas but I'm not sure I'd ever feel as human anywhere else.

Having Elvis blasting through every convenience store within a five mile radius if the strip.

Unfortunately for me I do enjoy his music. I know he's a bad man and I would be the first to drag Pricilla away and run with her.

But he knows how to make a song. "You are still open aren't you." The boy asked quietly, standing by the doorway until I waved him over. "What can I get you?"

"Can I just get a coffee- 4. Please." I took a step back. "I'm sorry, I can only serve two at a time to one person."

"Really? Okay I'll get one and they can get their own." I nodded, awkwardly reaching to brew the coffee. "I am sorry. It's nothing personal sweets I just can't- hold on I can't reach this. I had a guy come in here last month beggin me for three cups, went absolutely nuts and broke my collectibles."

"Oh that's awful. If they complain about ordering then just tell them to shush. What collectibles?" I let out a sigh, showing him the framed broken mug. "Got a mug from my bring me the horizon concert and it smashed to bits."

"Michael. You get us coffee?" I poured his cup. Watching him sit back. There were only two of them though. "You try a get an extra cup or something?"

"No there's usually four of us. Where's Luke?" They both shrugged. Sitting down with their cups in front of them. "Found him. Grumpy as ever. You'd think he was just killed."

"Don't say that." I whispered, like I had any right. "Sorry. It's very quiet in here." Thank goodness. "I will forever be grateful for that. Do not jinx it."

"Is your name actually trouble or is it just a joke?" I'm not sure who asked, they all sort of sound the same. "No it keeps old men from getting too close to who I am."

"Trouble! I got grease I need you to take out!" I hold my hand up, clearing my throat before walking away with my hands behind my back.

"I'm with customers." Billy leans back, humming. "Boys. I think they'll be alright for a moment." I tut, picking up the keg from the ground. "Do you think I can have the night off? I think I worked my feet to the bone."

"Once those boys leave you can get home." I blew him a kiss. Rolling the keys into the cart. "I am done here."

"Better hurry off then. They might leave without paying." I had to run, they would've. It happens daily. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Are you busy after work?" The three of them leaned forward. "I don't believe I am."

"We have a concert in about half hour. Did you maybe want to go." I squint. "Who's singing?"

"Us. Hopefully." I hummed, taking the rollers out of my hair. "I'm Michael, this is Ashton, Like and that's Calum."

"You can't just ask a girl to go with you." I shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I have absolutely nothing going on tonight. My name is Camille. I am done as soon as you sweets are done."

"I guess we're all done then." Calum said quietly, grouping the empty cups together. "Will I like your music? I mean I love music and I'll listen to it all. But I have my favourites."

"With the way you talk and dress. The chances of you enjoying it are low but not too low." Calum says, helping wipe down the counter as Michale laughs at him. "Where are you playing tomorrow? Maybe I could drive down if I like it."

"Oh we're in town for school. This is just one of those shows we couldn't say no to." Ashton laughs, holding his hand out to help me out from behind the counter. "Oh I see. Which school? My school hopefully."

"The private school. We took a tour of the public school and Like lost a shoe." I know laughing at people's misfortunes is rude, but I just couldn't help myself. "Sorry sweets. We're goin the same place I think. Did you guys book the 'main arena'?"

"Yeah I think." I lean over the counter. "Billy! I'm leavin! I'll see you on Saturday!"

"Have fun! Call me if you need anything! My gums are loaded!" I hummed. "Lovely. Please ignore him. He thinks he's funny."

I lay my apron on the counter, blowing him a kiss. "Oh I'll see you soon! How my heart yearns for our friendship." He rolls his eyes at me. "Get out of my diner."

"He is not very happy. Did you need a ride? Judging by the group of girls standing by the street that you're quite popular. It's a ten minutes drive. Half hour walk if you're lucky."

"You would do that?" I smiled, Michael standing in front of me. "I will kidnap you all. Hide you on my farm."

"Funny enough we'll be in a motel near a farm. We don't want to stay in the main parts." I shook my head frantically. "You will be robbed. Shelly's motel?"

"How'd you know." I pull the door of the bed down. "My farm is right beside it. How long you here for?"

"Just the year. Gonna finish school and make new music. Then we'll tour again." They all just piled in like the chickens would. "Luke is gonna sit in the front is that okay?"

"Absolutely. If you need me just knock on the window." They all stuck their thumbs up. Luke following around and sitting in the passengers side. "Did you have any music you'd want?"

He shrugged. "You're shit out of luck if you're quiet. I'm as deaf as a dog, sweets." Opening the glove compartment, I watched him frown. "Do you smoke? Can I smoke? Say no."

He hums. "You want one sweets?" I held out the compact. He blindly reaches in. Taking the one I'd stuck out for him. "Thank you."

"Hey can you play R.E.M. It would be greatly appreciated." Ashton said before clearing his throat. "I have a cd in there that had a couple songs on but not all are their songs."

"I'll take anything really." Luke pushed the cd that is tapped. Sitting back with the window down. Not saying a word but you could tell he was calm. If I lifted his arm he'd probably drop like jelly. "Did you have a lighter? Did you need one? There's one in there."

"I have one." I nodded, pushing my cigarette into the compartment. Tapping the steering wheel as I hummed along. "What are you okay?" I asked, he just nodded slightly. "You don't talk much do you."

He was very beautiful, I see a lot of people in a day. There are a lot of beautiful people and he makes top of that list.

I know having sad eyes never something that makes a person, but he sure made them seem beautiful. I couldn't help myself from staring.

I've never really been too shy so it hadn't really been a problem for me. But he would've around it strange so I tried to keep it to a minimum.

"Okay you, can sit here on this box." Ten minutes of being sat, alone. Listening to the girls behind me talk about the boys like they'd been friends for years. It was sweet.

Once they'd gotten on stage the first thing they did was gossip which just made it so much funnier. It maybe me laugh a little more that a few of them were going to be at the same school as them tomorrow.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder, turning around I found a girl with a frown. "It is- uhm, they are talking too quickly. It is- how do you say it? It is, necessary?"

"It is not super important. They're talking about drinking and how Michael ripped his pants." She hums. "They are such boys."

"I know. I can ask them to speak slower if you need." She had the sweetest smile. "No. No I can learn. It is important that I get used to it."

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(Italic words are French)(nothing personal, i just cannot ask my father to translate because he will kill me. And I don't trust google)