How We Became

Chapter 3

B:Wake up
B:Please
B:We're leaving in an hour
B:I doubt you're even awake
B:bitch wake up
B:now
B:cum on
B: I said cum lol
B:you fucker wake up
B: love you
B:but you better wake up you ho
B:or else.
B:F is for Fucking Rory won't wake up, U is for U better wake up soon, N is for no one likes Rory.
B:Please
B:Fuck you.
R:You know you want to.
B:shut up I'm coming over you ho.
R: love you too:)
B:whatever I love you.

I woke up to Blake texting me. Oops, I slept in late and he's right; I didn't pack.

I decided to shower and as I walked into my room in nothing but sweatpants and a sports bra, seeing Blake reading a one direction article in a magazine.

I go through my closet and pull on an All Time Low shirt and one of Blake's football hoodies. Yes, I have a lot of his clothes. What can I say, they're comfy.

I turn to Blake and raise an eyebrow at the already packed suitcase.

He shrugged, "I packed your favorite clothes, like 5 of my hoodies you stole, a couple of my shirts, and all of your favorite sweats. And a few random things. Plus your wallet, phone charger, laptop, and Mr.Waffles." He says, referring to the giant meowing giraffe he got me for my 14th birthday. Yes, it meows when you press its foot.

"Sounds perfect. Thanks." I grab my suitcase and we go downstairs and outside to his car. After putting my stuff in the trunk, we drive to his house.

Once there, it's decided Blake and I will take his car and follow his parents to his cousin's house. In his parents' car it would just be them and Blake's little sister Mia. Plus all of the luggage.

We hop into our decided cars and take off. About 15 minutes into the ride, Blake looks at me and says "Did you know Zayn left one direction?"

I roll my eyes, "Duh everyone knows that."

"Oh.." He says quietly.

"Yeah." I say, leaning against the door.

"That sucks, I was Zarry as fuck."
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"IIII wannnaaaaaa swiiiiiiiing from the chandelierrrrrr!!"

I wake up to Blake singing in the top of his lungs to the car radio. I find a random CD and throw it at his head.

"Shut up the hell up, I'm sleeping." I grumble.

"You're not asleep, you're talking." He points out.

I sigh and sit up, "Where are we?"

"About an hour from my cousins hou-UPTOWN FUNK YOU UP UPTOWN FUNK YOU UP." He stops mid sentence and starts singing to Uptown Funk that came on the radio.

After what feels like a million more songs of me and Blake shouting out the lyrics, we were finally to the town his cousins lived in which meant 10 more minutes till we were there.

We burst into a round of "Wrecking Ball" and were still singing as we pulled into his cousin's driveway.

We ended our personal concert and got out of the car, not grabbing our stuff yet. We walked up to the door and Blake just walked in without even knocking.

"We're hereeeee!" He shouted. Very loudly I might add. An adult, who I'm guessing was his aunt, came down, then two boys that seemed about 20, and then one more boy who I was guessing was the one that was our age.

Blake hugged his aunt and then did the weird bro hug thing with the three boys. His family followed suit.

They were all talking and saying it's been forever since they've seen each other until finally Blake's aunt noticed me.

"Oh and who's this? Is this Blake's girlfriend? I'm Liz, his aunt." His aunt, Liz, hurried over to me.

I almost choked when she said girlfriend. Blake and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Liz looked so confused.

"No no no no no. I'm definitely not his girlfriend. I'm his best friend, we've known each other since the day we were born." I quickly explain to her.

"Yeah our families are close friends and then we were born the same day. I'd never date her. Yuck." Blake pipes in.

I elbow him hard in the ribs then extend my hand to Liz, "I'm Rory."

She accepts my hand and smiles warmly "Nice to meet you Rory. How bout you two," referring to me and Blake, "hangout with the boys and the adults will talk."

I nod and smile at her then turn to the boys. The one of the older boys steps forward and says "I'm Jack and that's my twin brother Ben. It's nice to meet you."

"And same to you as well." I say to them.

The boy our age doesn't say anything so I walk up to him, "I'm Rory, and you are?" I smile politely.

He smirks and I notice his black lip ring, "I'm Luke, Luke Hemmings."

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