Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

How You Get The Girl

Chapter 45 - How You Get The Girl

During our strange game of Truth Or Dare, Alec kicked down my trashcan, Caspar screamed about being constipated from my bedroom window, Maggie pranked Aly by saying that she was bi and that she was in love with her (long story short, when Aly found out that this was a prank, she yelled at us for two minutes straight because she thought she had to reject her best friend and lose Maggie's friendship forever) and I had to do the Chubby Bunny challenge but instead of saying 'Chubby Bunny' I had to say 'penis', needless to say, that was Caspar and Alec's idea.

There were also some other dares and truths that occurred but those were the most major ones. Anyways, after Alec kicked down my trashcan (and cleaned it back up because he said he felt guilty), Maggie decided it was enough.

"Thanks for letting us come over and stuff, Rose," Mags smiled. "And for the pie."

"Damn, that was good ass pie . . ." Alec mumbled.

"I shall dream about that pie forever." Caspar sighed dreamily.

I chuckled. "I would offer you the second backup pie but you ate all of that, too."

Cas shrugged, "Eh, I'm a growing boy."

Maggie patted his hair. "Yes, you are, Cassie!" She cooed in a baby voice.

He rolled his eyes and slapped her hand away. "My name is Caspar!"

"Whatever you say, Cassie the Friendly Ghost." I smirked, leaning against the doorway.

Cas glared at me. "I'm not a girl, nor am I a fucking ghost. Besides, even if I was a ghost, I'd be far from friendly."

"That's deep." I noted.

He suddenly grinned. "I do try."

"Come on, guys, we should get out of Rose's house before she gets annoyed and kicks us out, even though she'd never actually do that in real li– let's just go, come on." Maggie grabbed Alec and Caspar's arms and tried to drag them to the door.

Alec chuckled. "See you later, Rose!" He called before opening the front door.

"Bye!"

The door shut and the trio retreated back to Caspar's car.

With a sigh, I went back up to my room and paced the medium-sized area.

"Now what?" I muttered to myself, picking up a random book from the shelf and turning it over in my hands.

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I stared at the cover for a minute or two before shrugging and plopping down on my bed to read it. The last time I read the short stories in this book was back in 2012 or 2013 so I didn't know exactly remember how they all went.

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~ Nobody's Point of View

"Good evening, Sydney!" Michael yelled, his arms raised and a grin on his face as he spun around in Calum's backyard.

Calum stared at him through the glass pane and shook his head with a chuckle before taking a sip of the hot chocolate his mom made for each of them. "Goddamnit, Mikey, my neighbors are gonna think we're insane again."

Luke stirred his own mug of hot chocolate with a teaspoon, lost in thought.

"Hey, Lucas, you alright?" Cal looked at him in concern.

"What?" Luke turned to him. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm good." He nodded hastily.

Calum frowned.

"I'm fine, Cal, just . . . Thinking." Luke repeated with a sigh.