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Chapter 22.

I woke up to the sound of buzzing on my drawer, followed by the annoying ass ringtone. Without checking the caller ID, I answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Whaaat," I whined angrily into the speaker.

"Get your pale ass up, Clifford. We're supposed to be going to the studio," Luke's voice sounded. I pulled the phone away to check the time, and spoke again.

"At 9:30 in the fucking morning?"

"Yes the hell 9:30 in the morning. Now get up before I go over there and make you," he said and hung up.

I groaned loudly, and sat up for a minute before rummaging through my dresser to get my clothes. A pair of boxers, my usual black skinny jeans, and a longsleeve shirt. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and dried off, then got dressed.

After drying my hair, I had no intention of fixing it, so I put a snapback on when I got to my room. I found some socks and pulled on my high topped black Converse, and went into the bathroom to put deodorant and brush my teeth.

I grabbed my keys from my dresser and left my house. I stopped at the drive-thru at McDonald's to get food, and ate it in the car, on my way to the studio.

I felt a buz when I got out of my car. A text from Luke saying to bring my electric guitar. I grabbed it from the trunk, and locked my car before heading in.

When I got there, our producer was talking to Calum, Ash, and Luke. "Good, you finally showed up!" He smiled, looking over to me. I sat next to Calum as he continued whatever he was saying.

Before the vocals, we recorded the instrumental. Luke going first, then Calum, then me, an then Ashton. And no, we had to practice it more than 5 times to get it right. Us being the dorks we are, we kept laughing and messing up.

But around the last time, we got serious. Calum, Luke, and I went in to record the vocals, and we pretty much nailed it on the first try. And I have to admit, my eyes got watery from feeling the lyrics.

"Mike, are you crying?" Calum asked as we stepped out.

"Pfft. Pfffft. Haha ha-no," I said half sarcastically. "Maybe," I said in a low tone.

"Great work, guys. That was amazing. Michael and Calum, really great writing," Keith, our producer said clapping.

Calum and I smiled, and we all thanked him. "You're free to go," Keith said.

We got our things and left the studio. The thought of school tomorrow made we want to puke. I just hate it. It's like hell on Earth.

--- *Next day at school* ---

Everything was stable. I didn't have to deal with everyone's bullshit. And I liked that. The whole time I was with the boys and girls, they kept whispering things to people they didn't even know.

"What the hell are you guys telling them?" I asked for the millionth time.

"Nothing, Clifford. Mind your own business," Britney laughed.

Groaning, I continued to walk out to the field with them. It kept bothering me; I wanted to know what they were saying. First period was going to start in 20 minutes, so we went to our usual corner of the field in the meantime.

"You guys did get your outfits, right?" Ashton asked, followed by a mix of 'yeah's and 'yes's.

I had gotten mine, too. I honestly can't wait for prom. Whether or not Cheyenne's plan works. I really, really hope it does, though.

We started talking, switching from topic to topic, that we lost track of time, and we were late to class.

"Whoa, why are all of you so late?" Mrs. Statford said as we walked in.

"Lost track of time, didn't hear the bell," Ashton answered as we took our seats. I sat down in my usual seat next to Rachel, and I could have sworn I saw a smile creep on her cute face.

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School literally went by so fast I didn't even realize it was over. After driving home and getting my things, we all decided to head over to Luke's house to practice after homework. The girls on one side of the living room, the boys and I on the other, and Rachel in her room. It does kind of hurt, to feel that she doesn't even want to be around me anymore.

After homework and setting up in the basement, we started to play most of the songs we've written throughout the years. After graduation this year, we're planning to go on tour; get known by the world.

"If we do go on tour, where should we go first?" Ashton asked.

"America!" Luke and Calum shouted in unison. Ashton laughed, running his hands through his sweaty hair.

"I'm siding with Cake on this one," I giggled. "America seems amazing."

"America, it is," Ashton said as Liz came down, bringing water bottles and fresh baked cookies.

"Oh my God!" "That's what smelled so good!" "Thanks mum!" "Thank you Liz!" We all shouted. Luke gave her a hug before she walked back upstairs.

"Heavens, these are amazing," I said biting into my second cookie. "Luke, your mum can cook, what the hell. I want this like, every day," Calum said, mouth half full.

"She makes them pretty often now. I love it," Luke says grinning, taking a third.

"Luke, pass me another one, please," I said as I finished. He grabbed one off the pantry and tossed it to me. I ate it, and grabbed another, plus a water bottle.

Gulped it down in under a minute, and basically inhaling the cookie. After everyone settled down, we continued practicing for about another hour, and ate dinner. Liz cooked lasagna. And let me tell you, it was fucking delicious.

We thanked Liz and got our things from the basement before leaving. I drove home quite fast, and did my nightly routine, and went to sleep.

A/N that was shit, oops. School has been draining my mind, so my writing will most likely get worse as I continue lmao. Again, for the millionth time, thank you so much for everything. You guys are the best. I'll try to update soon! Idk if I will though, my grades are low and I might get my phone taken away. So if I don't update, you know why. I'm sorry
-Alexis.