He Was P(L)uke

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"Mother of my cats!" I groaned, burying the nape of my neck on the headrest. Currently, Calum, me, and all the other groomsmen were all packed like six tunas on a can, just that we were on the smallest car ever. I was okay with it. Having way too many boys surrounding me wasn't a bad idea. More if I had Luke Hemmings sitting across from me. Good view, Hemmo.

"Mother of my ass!" Calum scoffed, turning the camera to me. Oh how much love we felt for one another, he constantly needed to record every moment with me since we love each other. Note the sarcasm.

"I hate you."

"Second time of the day, fifth time on the week, and twentieth time on the month you have said that. And then you say over the phone 'I'm so sorry Calum, I luv you'."

"Keep crying, Calum. I still hate you, though." I answered rolling my eyes and he shut the camera down. He turned to me with big, brown, puppy eyes, making my heart to bump faster. The thing is my cousin Ashton was only two centimeters or less away from me. And although we do not share any sort of relative, his father and mine are in the same band. Because of that, Ashton believes he is my older brother, and has taken it too deeply to baby-sit me.

"Stop touching her." Ashton said glaring at Calum. Calum rolled his eyes and removed his hand from my thigh. To say Calum and Ashton had always had problems was just an understatement. Ever since Calum found out I was Harry Judd's daughter, he and Ashton began having 'issues', because Ashton thought he was only using me. But I'm sure Calum wouldn't even dare to.

"Ashton, why do you hate me?" Calum asked and slumped his torso forward to look at Ashton. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. This conversation had happened enough times for me to count them with my fingers. "What have I done?"

"For the sake of your cousin Kiera and my best friend Ben, let's please just stay quiet for a while. If you'd prefer it until the clock strikes midnight. For that hour of the day, you'll be drunk as fuck and won't remember what happened today, therefore I can hit you numbly." Ashton smiled evilly and turned his head away. I hit him on the back of his head making him groan.

"Oh you two!" I sighed harmoniously. I'm awesome. "I'll leave you for a sec."

"We are in a fucking car. You can't even move an inch." Calum yelled angrily. Ashton turned to him and began cursing him. Meanwhile, the car kept moving and I almost saw we were falling off. Luke rolled his eyes at us and spoke up.

"Let's play a game." He said. "It'd be fun." He said. Oh but how wrong he was.

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"Damn." I yelled clenching my stomach with my arms. "We are never going to play 'Who Can Spot The Dog' again. You hear me?" Calum shook his head in disgrace and got his camera out of his pocket. And like always, he turned it on and began recording.

"Yes ma'am." Ashton said sorrowfully. "I'm sorry. I should have taken care of you."

"But you didn't, dumbass!" Calum roared angrily.

"Excuse me for not taking care of her. You're her best friend."

"You're his almost cousin. The thing is she got a dick of a cousin." Calum said, clenching the camera tight. I sighed again, pulling Calum away from him.

"Guys, what's going on?" Stacy walked over to all of us, as we stood in the corner of the ballroom. Everyone was having fun, getting drunk, or trying to hump over the bride. Except for the three of us idiots who decided I'd be cooler to just sit around and fight over who could've stopped me from playing the game. The thing is that I always, no matter what, get dizzy on airplanes and car rides. But I felt bad telling Stacy or Calum that my irrationally stupid stomach can't really bare with constant movement. So, let's just say I got too dizzy and almost puked on the backseat. Almost. What a save!

"The dude over there," Ashton pointed to Luke, "thought it'd be an amazing idea to play kid games on the car."

"And the prick we have here didn't even know Charles has stomach problems." Calum cried, turning the camera towards Ashton.

"I don't have stomach problems, I just can't bare a car ride."

"That's a stomach problem, Charles."

"Stop recording, Calum! And well I might be your dumb cousin but it's obvious you have a stomach problem-"

"I don't even have a problem-"

"Stop lying-"

"Nah, let her lie while she can-"

"Come on, she hasn't-"

"SHUT UP!!!" Stacy yelled. Everyone turned to look at us. Absolutely everyone. The girl with the tanned skin color and blue dress turned. So did the gal who was dancing with his mother. Even old granny Jenna Keegan turned to look at us, with such disgust in her face that made me want to sob in fetal position while watching a Nicky Minaj music video.

"Keep dancing." Calum moved his hand like scooting them away. They all did, dancing over the music while he kept recording everything.

"Leave her for a while, kids. She'll be fine as soon as she steps in that dance floor, right Charlie?" Stacy asked, nudging my arm with her elbow. After a second or two of Calum and Ashton glancing dramatically between them, they left us alone. Torture. Mental note: never stay alone with Stacy Hood. She'll probably eat you alive or infect you with her knowledge. Or both at the same time.

"Nope." I shook my head while she took a seat besides me. "I'm not dancing."

"You are." She groaned.

"M'not."

"Okay. But when you called me over the phone you said and I can literally quote 'I'm dancing.'"

"Well that just means I was dancing in my room to... To Kim Kardashian"

"Oh dear Lord. First, you don't even like Kim K. Second, she doesn't have any music to make."

"The sound of her farts is music already, isn't it?"

"Oh Charlie!" She said blushing. "You know me too well." We chuckled. We chuckled because that's not even true. I know her well enough to say she has never been to the poor side of our city, or that she cuts the spaghetti before eating it, or that she always sing 'Real Girls Eat Cake' when nobody is watching. I know her. I know her all too well.

But to be honest... I don't know when she lies.