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[ luke ]
Instead of telling Apple Rose's mother I invited the band to come along with us to Brazil, I let her find out for herself out of fear of what she might do to me in her anger. I figured that being in a public place, with all those people watching, she would spare my life. She was a very strict mother, and added to that was the fact that she seemed to dislike the band.
When they boys and Apple arrived at the airport, I noticed the way Mrs. McCartney rolled her eyes at them like the only thing she wanted was for them to go away. She was completely oblivious to what would happen next. The boys greeted me with smiles and hugs, and they were a bit too friendly, I might add. When they remained close to us, Mrs. McCartney asked them, "Where are you boys headed off to?" She tried her best to sound friendly, but she was failing.
"Apple Rose invited us to Brazil." Calum informed her, wrapping an arm around my shoulders with a grin. It was still so strange to me how friendly boys acted around a pretty girl.
Mrs. McCartney grabbed my arm and pulled me from under Calum's arm. She took me a few feet off and hissed in something of a whisper. She had no idea that the person she thought was her daughter was actually a boy in Apple Rose's body.
"Why did you invite those boys?" She asked, her eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. It was a combination of annoyance at them for being there, and me for inviting them.
I shrugged my shoulders in a very nonchalant way. "Richard gave me some extra tickets, and he said I could invite anyone. I like Five Seconds of Summer." I told her as calm as I could. But I just wanted to smirk at her because her annoyance was a bit funny. "They're really nice to me, and they treated me really well when we filmed for their music video."
"You could have invited Chelsea, or Brittney." Mrs. McCartney reasoned.
I couldn't tell her I didn't even know who those people were.
Instead, I replied with statements that were all lies, "Chelsea was going to Cabo this summer, and Brittney got the flu."
"Fine," Mrs. McCartney sighed. She didn't even question my lies, which meant I had sounded very convincing when I told them. "But I don't want you alone with those boys. They're a bad influence."
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[ apple rose ]
The flight to Brazil from England was long, and I had to spend it sitting with the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer, which wasn't all that bad. They were generally nice guys. The only one that seemed to annoy me and vice versa was Luke.
I spent most of the plane ride searching on the internet for Brazilian gypsy healers who could get us back to normal. Most on the information on the internet talked about voodoo and other kinds of magic that was done in the country. I did not care how much it would cost, or what we would have to do, I needed to get back into my own body.
Being a seventeen year old boy was one of the strangest things I would ever experience.
The rest of the flight was spent watching movies, cracking jokes with the boys, and sleeping. My mom shot us death glares all the while.
She didn't like the 5sos boys ever since they played a few pranks on her while shooting the music video for their song She Looks so Perfect. They played pranks on everyone else too, but the fact that she didn't take the pranks so well made her their main target.
Several hours later, we were finally in Brazil. Our first destination was Porto Alegre where France would face Honduras in their first game of the cup. We had arrived three days before the first game, and when we got to the hotel, it was a luxurious suite with three rooms. My mother and Luke (in my body) got to share one, my brother Paul got his own, and the boys and I got the biggest room.
As we entered the room, the boys didn't even unpack their things.
Ashton got some tickets out of his pocket and grinned. "Ready to head for Cuiaba, boys?"
"Cuiaba?" I crinkled up my nose. I didn't understand why they would want to go there until Ashton explained.
"I have a friend who knows one of the Socceroos, and he got us tickets to their matches." He said, still excited about it. "The game is tomorrow in Cuiaba. I got a ticket for Apple, in case she wants to come because she got us tickets for France."
"I doubt she can go." I informed them.
And I was right.
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[ luke ]
Apple's mother and I were unpacking our things when I got a text message. I got my cellphone out of my pocket to see I had a text from Apple Rose.
rose: luke ur friends have tickets to go see the socceroos, and they want u to come.
luke: yeah okay! :D
rose: idk if my mum will let u go. i have to shoot a commercial tomorrow morning with the brazilian cartoon network channel.
luke: but i want to goooo :(
rose: sneak out then
luke: that is exactly what im gonna do ;p
Stuffing my phone into my pocket, I looked up and tried to pull on the most convincing expression I could manage. If I wanted to go with the boys and Apple to watch the Socceroos play, I would have to tell a good lie. Lucky, it wasn't too difficult considering why we were in Brazil in the first place.
"Mum," I began, and continued when I had her attention. "Richard just texted me. He said they got the afteroon off before the tournament starts and he wants to see me."
Mrs. McCartney grinned at that. "That's wonderful, Rose."
"So, can I go?" I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sure." She nodded her head, adding happily, "Have fun."
That was one of the things I could not understand about some parents. She didn't want her daughter anywhere near me and the boys, yet she allowed Apple to go see her boyfriend, on her own. Luke thought Mrs. McCartney had some pretty screwed up priorities. But it was all the appearance she was judging. She trusted Richard, Apple's boyfriend, because he was well dressed and polite, and not to mention a famous footballer. She didn't trust the boys and I because of the way we looked.
But I didn't give it so much thought. Instead, I grabbed a sweater from my suitcase and ran out the door. Once outside, I texted Apple to let her know I was coming along.
She told me the boys were very excited that I'd be going.
We would also need to make time at one point during our trip to find someone who could help us change back into our normal bodies. Though it was probably useless because we needed to learn to become closer with each other, as the gypsy woman in London had mentioned.
If she wasn't able to change us back, I doubted someone else would know how.
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yet another filler chapter. but i promise it will get better, most likely in the next chapter. and im also sorry that i take so long to update this. thank you so much if you still read this, even though my updates are painfully slow. i really appreciate when you all read, vote, and comment.
have a blessed day.
-clary xx
