I (Accidentally) Kidnapped 5SOS

Chapter 19: Bets and Belts

Chapter 19: Bets and Belts

(a/n) Dedicated to @Kungster, because her "Don't Stop" story is the freaking bomb.com. I hope that you enjoy these super powers, haha. :)

P.S. Can someone please teach me how to Shazam? I'm trying everything, and the stupid contest form for the New Broken Scene still won't let me type or even show up on my iPad. It's really ticking me off. >:(

"Look at what I found," Calum sang, spinning a soccer ball around on his finger.

"Where'd you find that?" Ashton asked.

"The old man's garage in the back. He's got a whole crap-load of stuff. Now we can play some fun sports!"

"But I don't like soccer," Allison protested. "It's so boring."

"You can be our beautiful cheerleader, babe."

She grinned. "Yeah! I'm pretty enough to be the head!"

"What about you, Reese?" Calum smirked. "Care to be a cheerleader?"

I wrinkled my nose in disdain and sipped from my orange juice glass. "I'd rather shoot myself in the foot. The injured one, at that."

"Can I hold the gun?" Michael asked. I reached over and flicked his forehead. "Ow! Your nails are sharp!"

"Come on, guys, let's go play," Ashton said, standing from the kitchen table.

I remained seated as the others shoved their chairs out and followed him out of the dining room. I frowned and cocked my head to one side. I only counted four going out. There was Allison, Luke, Calum, and Ashton. I turned my head and saw Michael picking at his week-old bacon.

"Aren't you going to go play soccer?" I asked.

"I don't like anything that involves too much physical exertion," he replied without looking up. "Besides, I twisted a muscle yesterday, and it still hurts like heck."

I finally had it. "Watch your language!" I snapped at him. "Geez, you have a bad potty mouth!"

"I'm not about to call people 'turds' or 'jerk-faces' like you do," he retorted. "What are you, five?"

"It's better than cursing every time you open your mouth. How are people going to take you maturely if all you do is cuss all the time? There are better words in the dictionary."

"At least when I cuss, people know that I'm being serious. People won't take you seriously if you call them a 'turd'."

"Really?" I challenged. "So if I called you an arse-hole, you'd finally listen to me?"

I clapped my hand over my mouth when I swore. I hadn't exactly said "arse-hole". Michael raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Huh, it worked. He was actually listening to me now. But I still didn't like to curse.

I finished off my breakfast and grabbed my crutches. I stood up and limped away from the dining room. I headed outside to watch the others play. It wasn't a legit game of soccer; Allison stood cheering on the sidelines while the other three guys kicked the ball around. They seemed to switch teams whenever they saw fit. It was pretty confusing. There didn't seem to be any goalposts, but Calum cheered when he kicked the ball out of Luke and Ashton's reach.

"What's it like?" a voice suddenly asked over my shoulder.

I nearly had a heart attack. I jumped and almost stumbled. I regained my balance and twisted around. Michael wasn't looking at me, he was gazing at his friends. I didn't know that he followed me. Geez, he was so clingy, and we didn't even like each other!