How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Am Dragged Into Operation: Cheer Skye Up

guess what? super long chapter for this! whoop. whoop. you can all send me chocolate and ice cream and cookies. seriously, i'm expecting it. (okay, just kidding. sort of.)

dedicated to xYouNeedADoctorBabyx because HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY

and also XxNobodyImportantxX because of music recommending (even if i didn't really put any of them in this chappy. thanks anyway! YOU AWESOME SAUCE PERSON)

Shane’s POV:

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” asked Kevin, struggling to scratch his nose with his forearm.

“Well, do you want to knock on the front door?” I hissed. “And face her parents?” I shifted slightly, causing the other two to groan underneath me.

We got to Skye’s house when the sky was already beginning to darken, and she never answered any of our calls. The house was dark but I knew she was home. And before any of you haul us off to the nearest mental hospital, yes, we knew that most people took the front door. But you try explaining to an adult what three streaked-haired teenage boys were doing at a girl’s house at dinnertime, when said girl probably came storming into the house with an aura of pure fire around her because of another teenage boy…

“Stop talking, climb!” Mike ordered, jerking his head toward Skye’s window.

We huffed and we shuffled and finally we got ourselves onto the roof where Skye and I had fallen asleep under the sky that one night. Now that was a perfect night, just her and me and peace and a great song…

Great, now I was getting sappy.

“How are we going to get in?” Kevin wobbled on the roof, eyes wide.

“Like this?” I shoved the window open; she hadn’t locked it.

We tumbled into Skye’s room, making enough noise to match an atomic bomb going off. But it was masked by the loud drums and electric guitar from some unknown rock band blasting through her speakers. The girl in question was nowhere to be seen though.

“And we’re in! Mission accomplished!” Kevin cheered, dusting his hair off.

“Not yet,” reminded Mike, picking himself off the floor. “Where’s----”

Right at that moment, before we could panic, Skye walked in, her hair all over the place, upset written all over her. She looked up and caught sight of the three of us standing in her room, and her blue eyes went wider than ET’s mothership. “What the f----” She quickly slid into her room and shut the door. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see you, of course!” exclaimed Kevin, stepping forward to give her a bear hug.

I was standing by her bed, but I didn’t miss the way she winced and pulled her arms away from him. Shit.

“Why?” she asked, frowning. “And why through my window?”

“Because this way no one would see us!”

“You’re right,” she sighed, scowling at the wall. “Especially since my mother’s back.”

“Your mother?” I said, looking at her.

“Yeah, the woman who gave birth to me,” she snapped.

Mike stepped in smoothly. “Hey, we’re just wondering if you were okay.”

“My head’s still attached and I’m not being eaten by a zombie,” she said. “Is that okay enough?”

I winced slightly at the ‘head attached’ comment. To be honest, on the drive here, I couldn’t help my mind from going to worst case scenarios.