Chrissy
After playing a bunch of shows, well, after the boys have played a bunch of shows, we earned a three day break. So YAYY. I was getting kind of bored listening to their soundchecks and embracing my ears for all the screaming from the fans. It was fun, but a ghost can only take so much~
We decided to take a break by setting a camp out at a beach for tonight so the boys could try to write some songs.
Everyone got their own tent and attended to it themselves. I was helping Michael do his while he was racing with the boys on who could finish putting theirs up first.
Call us cheaters.
"I think you're supposed to insert them in tighter." I said.
I think it's tight enough though he said.
"Fine. But when your tent comes crashing down when you sleep, don't blame me!" I said.
I stuck the stake into the grass on the other side of the tent while Michael stuck the others. I was having trouble because 1) I have lanky arms with no muscle strength whatsoever because what is exercise and 2) I'm a 15 almost 16 year old ghost with no physical body so what is strength and 3) I'm a lazy person who puts no effort into everything.
"Here let me help." Michael said softly as he pushed the stake deep into the ground with his arms.
His muscles flexed in his muscle tee.
OooOh.
What a sight.
No Chrissy STAHP.
"Do you ever exercise?" He asked me sarcastically as he stood up.
"Pft! Me? Of course!" Luke interrupted out of nowhere as he flexed his arms to his (just like mine) lanky arms.
I giggled at his failed approach.
"Again, SORRY LUKE I CANT HEAR YOU OVER YOUR EGO!" Calum shouted from his tent that he was still struggling to put up. It looks like me and Michael won.
"Losers have to jump into the water naked!" Michael cried out.
"Wha-how did you finish so fast!" Ashton complained as he dropped his stake.
We held in our inner laughs as he lied that he was a professional tent-setter-upper.
When all the boys were done putting up their tents, it was already the evening. It started to get chilly and Michael took that as the best opportunity to make the boys pay up the price for losing.
"Hurry up! Strip!" He said. The boys all groaned and started taking off their shirts and shorts. They were left in just their boxers as they prepared for almost-skinny-dipping.
"Nuh-uh. I believe I said naked." Michael added.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Luke whined. He groaned and started taking off his boxers. My eyes grew wide as I stood behind Michael as I saw Luke's wee wee. Calum and Ashton soon did the same and there it was, three wee wees on three weirdos as they ran straight into the ocean. Michael started laughing like a maniac while clapping his hands like a seal until he turned around to face me.
He stopped laughing immediately.
"W-well don't look?!" He said as he shoved his palms to my eyes covering my view.
"But I wanna see!" I said as I tried to push his hands away. He ended up chasing me around the tents as I tried to look at the boys who were already in the water.
"Chrissy! Close your eyes!" He begged.
"In your dreams!"
"Chrissyyyyyyyy."
I climbed into our tent and zipped it shut, making sure he couldn't get to me.
"You know a mere zipper can't barricade me from catching you, right?" He said from the other side of the material.
"You do know me being able to vanish will stop you from being able to catch me, right?" I said in return.
He fell silent for a moment and I had a feeling he left until his voice appeared in my head.
Please don't go.
He wanted me to stay.
Michael wanted me to stay? I don't know if he could mean he wanted to me to stay just for tonight, or if he meant something far longer than that? I know I don't have a home but being with him and the boys is the closest to feeling like home that I've ever felt. And I did want to stay, I wanted to stay so bad.
"It's freezing!" I heard Luke say from the other side.
"Get me a towel!" Calum said.
"I HAVE SAND IN MY BALLS." Ashton cried.
Oh my god.
Stay inside. Michael said to me. For once I listened.
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When the boys were all dressed in cozy sweaters, they started a fire and we sat around it in a circle. Ashton had his guitar out and started playing a little tune.
They all wrote some lyrics together and it was really good.
"Let the good times roll" Calum sang.
"But I kinda like carry on though." Michael added.
Carry on, let the good times roll it was.
Well that was easy, and fast. How do they come up with these kinds of stuff?
They all looked out into the ocean as Ashton kept playing the soft chords.
"Sail along" they sang unison.
"Let your path unfold." Michael sang softly into my ear.
"It won't be long" Luke sang with a pang in his voice. So emotional and I swear he was hurting from something.
"You know it's gonna get better." He continued alone. He was really good at writing encouraging lyrics dudes.
"I know she's gonna get better." He whispered.
Wait what.
Who's he talking about? I asked Michael.
I don't know. We don't really ask him about it, he doesn't like to share it.
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Luke who are you hurting over? SPILL.
I had typos in EVERY damn chapter. Just cleared them up tho. Hope I got everything. Vote! :^)
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Fiksi Penggemar"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
