"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"She's A Good Girl"

Okay so that's the Australian route for tour^
Also can we talk about how tHERE IS AN ACTUAL PLACE CALLED TOWNSVILLE GUYS I AM POWER PUFF GIRLS AF OH MY GOD

Okay, so I didn't really say "look out world, here we come".
That's too cliche even for me.
I didn't really say anything.
Security guards showed up to show us to the bus before I had chance.
Photographers that had previously been polite enough to let everyone say their goodbyes turned a bit pushy-shovey, shouting questions over one another as they trailed us outside.
"How do you feel about the tour?!"
"Luke, where are your brothers?!"
"Paris, why are you wearing a Michael shirt?!"
"Ashton, will your siblings be visiting you on tour at all?!"
"Calum, why wasn't Mali invited along when Paris was?!"
"Michael, are you and Paris seeing each other? How does Luke feel about this?"
"Can I be like the FBI and say no comment?" I whispered to Luke eagerly.
"You watch too much Criminal Minds," he chuckled. "But sure."
I beamed.
"No comment!" I declared with a grin.
"Why are you smiling?" A reporter asked.
"Because I feel like Spencer Reid!" I giggled.
Luke laughed, and we climbed into the tour bus which was parked in front of us.
We walked back to where the bunks were.
"Time to claim beds," Michael yelled. "I get this one!" He pointed to the bottom left.
"I want my usual!" Luke shouted, gesturing to the top left bunk. "And Paris, you can can have this one!" He pointed to the top right.
"Oh no," I said, holding up my hands. "That's Calum's bunk. I can take the one in the back."
"No I want the one in the back!" Calum said. "Cause then I can have the one below it too!"
"Perfect," Luke said, taking my suitcases and loading them into the overhead compartment above my bunk, then loading his own above his bunk, while Ashton and Calum stowed their bags below their bunks.
I sat my duffel bag on my bunk, which was already made up with seemingly new black bedding that was identical to the boys'.
"I like this bedding," I commented.
"It's just black," Michael laughed.
"Exactly it's the colour of my soul," I said, like it was obvious.
"Johnny Gilbert?" Calum laughed.
"And The Mortal Instruments," I nodded with a laugh.
"You're weird," Michael chuckled, shaking his head.
"Well you're stuck with me for the next several months so I guess you're gonna have to learn to like it," I shrugged with a playful smile.
Before Michael could retort, a tall man with dark hair stepped onto the bus.
"Hello," he greeted. "I'm Calvin, the driver."
A chorus of hellos followed.
"Can I call you Diesel cause we already have a Cal?" I piped up.
"Diesel?" He asked.
"Vin Diesel. Cal-Vin. Vin Diesel," I explained.
He chuckled. "Sure, you can call me diesel."
"So if you're driving us you know who we are right?" Ashton asked.
Calvin nodded.
"Do you know Paris?" Calum added.
Calvin nodded again. "I was told she'd be here too, and I've seen her in the tabloids."
"Don't believe that stuff," Luke chimed in. "It's all bullshit."
"Yeah, Luke and I aren't a couple," Paris agreed.
Calvin nodded. "Okay. Well, we should get going if we want to stay on schedule."
He sat down in the driver's seat as we all climbed into our bunks, pulling out our phones.
"WHO WANTS TO LISTEN TO HALSEY?!" I yelled.
The boys shouted "ME!" a few seconds apart, so I clicked on Artist and pressed play. (I am so Halsey af atm like I'm listening to New Americana rn)
We all scrolled through various sites and accounts for a while (perks of having rich parents that aren't around or being a rockstar: unlimited data).
I eventually put my phone down, allowing the music to go on, and pulled my duffel up from beside my feet, zipping it open and pulling out my miscellaneous binder, not my lyrics one, and opening it to my folder.
I took out the cutouts Luke had taped up in my room at his house, and sat them on my bunk.
"Can I tape these up?" I asked to no one in particular.
Luke looked up, grinning. "You saved them."
"Of course I did."
"Yeah, go ahead and tape them up," Michael answered, looking up at me from his bunk.
"Awesomeness," I said, rummaging through my bag for tape.
I found it and began taping things up until the whole spans of wall beside me was almost full of cutouts and photos.
"Very you," Luke commented.
"Friends, family, bands, Internet, books, and you guys," I agreed, ticking things off my fingers. "Me."
"We're part of you?" Cal commented from the back.
"Well... yeah. Even before I met you guys you were. Now you're just more so," I answered.
"You are such a sap," Michael said.
"I am proud of it," I sniffed, laughing. "It makes me a better writer."
"Speaking of writing, how's that WattPas story coming?" Luke asked.
"Good. Hit 3 million reads last week," I replied nonchalantly.
"3 million ?" Luke asked, astonished.
I nodded. "I was so excited. It's doing really well. Still not as good as So Perfect, that had over 6 million reads before I even met you. Now it's up to 15 million."
"Wow," Luke said.
"Basically me everyday," I chuckled at his expression. "It's so weird to see all of the positive feedback. Plus not many fake fans have WattPads so it's all the nice ones who aren't haters about everything."
"What are fake fans?" Michael asked. "I see tweets about them and stuff but what are they? There's an actual definition, isn't there?"
I nodded. "The fake fans are the people who only like you guys cause you're hot."
Michael smirked. "You think we're hot?"
"You know, I could lie, but at this point it's just not worth it. So yes, I think you're all incredibly hot. Are we done now?" I replied sassily.
"Thanks Paris," Ashton laughed.
"And it's all good, cause you're really hot too," Calum added.
I blushed. "N-"
"Stop right there," Luke cut me off. "You're gonna say that you're not."
"Seriously Paris you're a bombshell," Michael complimented.
"I think she's more of a girl next door type," Ashton commented.
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe a healthy mixture?" Michel said.
"Yeah, a mixture," Calum agreed.
I blushed a deeper shade of red. "Well I think Luke's the boy next door, Michael's the bad ass, Ashton's the undercover sweet one, and Cal's the jock."
"Why am I jock?"
"Football Cal, duh," Luke replied.
"What he said," I agreed.
"How come I'm the 'undercover' sweet one?"
"Because at first glance you're big and buff and scary but as soon as you speak you're sweet so you're undercover," I told him.
"I guess so," he shrugged.
"No question why I'm the badass, Michael said cockily.
"You're still a kitten," I informed him.
"No question why Luke's the boy next door," Calum laughed.
"Hey," Luke pouted.
"Be proud of being part of the next door species," I told Luke. "I myself am a classic girl next door. We're pretty much everyone's type."
"Yeah, who doesn't like sweet, innocent, and cute girls," Ashton nodded.
"Me," Calum said. "I like my girls a bit more experienced."
"Calum Thomas Hood I did not need to know that!" I shrieked, covering my ears.
"Innocent just means you get to be their first time everything," Ashton said. "Noting wrong with that."
"Yeah, but I'd be scared to be with a virgin," Calum defended. "Supposedly it hurts them a lot and sometimes there's blood."
"CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT YOU TAKING GIRLS' VIRGINITIES IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE!" I declared.
"Sorry," Calum apologized.
"Let's eliminate the topic of virgins while we're at it," Luke agreed with me.
"Oh I almost forgot, little innocent Lucas is a virgin," Michael teased.
"I wouldn't say innocent..." Luke muttered. "I've gone about as far as possible as you can without actually doing the deed."
"OH MY GOD!" I screeched. "SO not something I need to know!"
"What about you Paris?" Michael asked. "How far have you gone? Or are you even a virgin?"
"Definitely a virgin," I said. "And sorry to disappoint, but no one's ever gotten past first base."
"Seriously? Are the guys at your school blind?" Calum asked, bewildered.
"I've only had one boyfriend," I reminded them. "And he tried to make it to second before taking it home, but I held him up at first until he forfeited."
"That was a complicated metaphor," Ashton said.
"But still, if you went to our high school while we were there, half of the male class, me included, would have probably tried to sleep with you already," Michael said.
"Okay I don't know about half," Luke said. "I didn't try to sleep with all of the hot girls."
"That's cause you're a boy next door and that's why you're a virgin," Michael told him.
"It's okay Luke, I know that I think it's perfectly fine for a guy to be a virgin. It doesn't change a decent girl's opinion of you," I assured him.
"Well that's good," Ashton said slyly, so I could practically hear the smirk.
"What's that look for?"
"You can't even see me."
"I can tell what your facial expression is. Now spill."
"Oh nothing."
"Seriously, Ash, what."
"Nothing, I told you, just joking around."
"You're impossible."
"Yes, yes I am."
I groaned. "Luke, control your friend."
"Ash-"
"I'm older than all of you, I'm the boss."
"You're the dad, Luke's the mum, and Calum and Michael are the kids," I giggled.
"But Luke's the youngest!" Calum protested.
"Yeah but you and Mike are more like little kids," I said.
He shrugged, not being able to deny it.
"You know most of the fans think you have a daddy kink, right?" I told Ash.
"Really?"
I nodded.
"Do you?"
I shrugged. "Not really. I don't know. It's not my business and I don't really want to know if you do."
"Okay, then I won't tell you," Ashton shrugged with a sly grin.
"He doesn't," Michael said. "Sometimes in the hotels he'll have one night stands those walls are thin man."
"Well I've heard all of you having sex and you've never heard me so," Luke chimed in.
"We can still hear you watching porn and wanking and moaning every two seconds at 2am Luke," Michael reminded him. He blushed.
I put my hands over my ears. "LALALALALALALA I DON'T NEED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS LALALALALALALA!"
They all laughed.
"Sorry, keep forgetting there's a girl here." Calum said.
"Well, remember, because I don't really wanna see you naked no matter how hot you are," I shivered.
"Aren't you supposed to be a fangirl?" Calum cocked an eyebrow.
"I am a fangirl. That does not mean I want to see you guys naked," I responded.
"I thought that was in the job description," Michael pondered.
"It's more of an extra, like wiping the counter at a restaurant when your job is to cook," I told them.
"The things you learn when you have a fangirl of your own band as a friend," Ashton said.
"The things you learn when the band members you're a fangirl for are your friends," I retaliated.
"Touché," Calum laughed. "To-fucking-ché."

A/N: so I'm panicking about school which is next Tuesday and my relatives that I haven't seen in forever are staying the weekend like wHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE ME THE WAY I AM NOW THA LAST TIME I SAW MY UNCLE I WAS 10.
So I won't be updating as much probably but....
Sorry.
But the update was almost 2000 words like old times so what do you think of that huh? Keep you pacified for a while whilst I think of what to write next?
Probably not, but I love you guys anyway.
Oh look at that 2009 words.