Drawings || muke (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

• Luke's POV •

I pulled off my shirt and slipped into bed with my red, plaid boxers. I laid down in bed thinking of us hanging out. I soon sat up and remembered I was meeting One Direction in two days. I became overly ecstatic and started dancing in the dark. I soon laid back down and drifted to sleep.

-In the morning-

I woke up at 11:53 and groaned. I had a killer headache and my neck hurt. I looked at my calendar.

I meet one direction tomorrow.

A smile creeps on my face even with the pain going through my body. My phone rings as an incoming text.
Michael- Can I come around 1?

I looked at my phone clock and saw that it was already 12:30 so I quickly got up and out on the first shirt I saw. I grabbed a pair of skinny black jeans, basically the only thing in my closet, and texted him back.

Luke- Sure, but can we stop by the store when you get here?

Michael- Sure.

About 25 minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed down stairs while combing my hair. I took a deep breath in before opening the door.

"Hi." I breathed out

"Hey. So, you want to go to the store?" He asked

"Yeah, can we go to the craft store." I said

He got in the driver seat of his black Mazda as I got in the passenger. He turned on a random rock song as I observed him. His newly dyed black hair framed his face perfectly. He had on a designed, blue jean jacket. He was perfect, as his head bumped up and down to the music. As I was staring at him he looked over, making my cheeks red in embarrassment. I looked away and picked at my dirty black converse. I should've cleaned them.

"We're here." He said parking the car

"Thanks," I said getting out of the car "are you coming?"

"I guess so." He said getting out

We walked inside and went to isle 4. I looked at the printer paper that transfers to cloth. I found a few sheets and picked them up. Michael trailed behind me, every few steps a groan of him being bored.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked clearly seeing he wanted to

"Very much." He replied

We checked out with the papers and left. It took about 10 minutes to get back to my house. When we got back, I immediately put the new papers and started printing.

"What are you doing?" Michael questioned

"I'm meeting one direction tomorrow."

"Of course." He scoffed

"What?"

"One direction. Your girly band."

"Excuse me? Are you saying that because I'm a guy I can't like one direction? If you think only one gender can like something the door is over there." I said point to the front door

"Sorry, it's just One Direction really isn't my type of music." He said looking down

"It's fine just can you help me?"

"With what?"

I told him to hold down the black shirt down on the ironing board. On the front I ironed one direction is life on the front. After the front cooled down I told him to flip the shirt over. He obeyed as I ironed Larry is real in white letters. Under I put a drawing of larry frickle frackling.

"What is that?" He said pointing to the picture

"What does it look like?" I said

He shrugged as I continued to secure the picture into the back of my shirt.

"We should hang out after you meet them," he said "you know to talk about it."

"Good idea." I said smiling

Everything was going perfect.

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This chapter was kinda
a filler
it's going to get better
next chapter.
I hope?

its Saturday in the story btw
Song- Drag Me Down A Shawn Mendes Cover
(October 12, 2015 8:19 PM)