I (Accidentally) Kidnapped 5SOS

Chapter 23: Videos and Rejections

Chapter 23: Videos and Rejections

(a/n) Wow, my last chapter was absolutely HORRID. But I couldn't think of any other way for Michael and Reese to get along, so that's what was written. At this point, I'm desperately praying for my chapters to get better.

P.S. Which cover do you guys like more? I like the old one, but I prefer the picture in the new one.... ^^^

P.P.S. I sent Muke a picture of a cat... think they'll get the message? I also won a solo DM with 5SOS and just Luke, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be spamming them into the next century. XD

P.P.P.S. CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE HEY EVERYBODY MUSIC VIDEO AND REEVALUATE WHY WE EVEN LIKE THIS BAND I JUST WANT LUKE IN HIS WRESTLER UNIFORM AND GOLD SUIT PLASTERED ALL OVER MY TIMELINE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE SORRY NOT SORRY

"Ugh, I hate you, Peach!" I yelled for the millionth time. "Go screw Mario or Luigi or whatever and stay out of this! You have no idea how much I want to cuss right now!"

It was difficult to tell what time it was. It was probably nearing dawn. I had been at this for hours, and Michael was sleeping through all of my screaming and cursing.

I had woken up from a nightmare about Pinkie Pie and his goons. I'd dreamed that he had come back and kidnapped everyone away from me, and I couldn't do a thing about it. My crutches had risen up and started to choke me, and when I woke up, my own hands were wrapped around my neck. I shuddered at the memory and shook my head, concentrating on the game.

"Yes, yes, YES!!" I shrieked as I neared the finish line. "Frick you, Peach! Haha, loser!"

I crossed it and dropped my Wii remote like a pro. I was in first place yet again, and all of my CPUs were set on hard. They weren't hard enough, though, because I was still kicking their butts. But MarioKart was getting a little boring, and I wanted to play something else.

"Just Dance?" I mused to myself as I picked up the game. "Michael actually owns this? Wow, what a noob."

I almost tossed it away, but I paused mid-throw. If I was being completely honest, I kind of wanted to play it.... It wasn't like anyone would see me, and my broken foot couldn't restrain me. It was all hand movements, anyway. Ah, screw it, what did I have to lose?

I removed the MarioKart disk, put it back in its case, and pushed the Just Dance disk into the Wii console. I struggled to get to my feet, and I waited for the game to load. Once it did, I surfed through all of the song choices. I hadn't just picked Just Dance, I had picked Just Dance 4. That was probably the best one. I glanced around quickly to make sure that nobody was watching before selecting One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful". Piece of cake.

"I'll be the curly-headed one," I murmured to myself. "What's his name again? Hazza? What does that even mean?"

I shook out my arms and rolled my shoulders to pump myself up. The song began to play, and I braced myself for the dance moves. They were utterly ridiculous, but I rocked them all, even with my broken foot. The game creators weren't kidding when they set this song to one difficulty level.

"Ooh, this is me!" I squealed with fake excitement when Hazza's solo began. "Baby, you screw up my world like nobody else. The way that you crap your pants gets me underwhelmed. And when you frown at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know-oh-oh.... YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!"

"You're going to regret that being on camera."

I yelped and tripped over my own feet. I paused the game so I wouldn't lose my high score, and I twisted around. Michael crawled over to the edge of the bed and grinned down at me, his iPad in hand.