Close As Strangers | Luke Hemmings

Chapter 9

Allyson's POV

Ugh. What kind of sick people decide to prank someone with silly string in the middle of the night. Stupid idiots. And it's a shame I don't know who they were- I couldn't see with all the damn silly string on my face.

At the moment, I was laying in bed- snuggled up in my warm duvet which was tangled between my legs. Hehe, I'm a caterpillar.

ANYWAYS. I grabbed my phone of the bedside table and saw about three messages from Christie which were sent only a few seconds ago. What was so important that she had to text me from downstairs?

I tapped the messaging icon and guess what i see?

Christie <3: OMG! 5-es-oh-es TWEETED OUR FREAKIN' HOUSE!!!! HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!!!!!

With that message, she sent me an image.

It was last night.

It was them- the 5SOS boys.

Those sick little idiots. I swear to the lord of Gummy Bears, if I ever see them again, they won't even have-

"WHY DOES FIVE-SOS HAVE A PICTURE OF OUR HOUSE?" Christie came barging into my room.

"Oh, hello Christie. Yes, you may come in," I sarcastically responded and rolled my eyes.

I was still angry at her for giving my phone number to some self-obsessed flirting freak.

"I've already said sorry. What more do you want me to do?" She asked letting out a huff of frustration.

"Hmm, lemme think," I cupped my chin and pretended to be in deep thought. "I don't know. Maybe GET MY NUMBER BACK!"

She let out a groan and sat on the neon colored beanbag that was close to my window. "Well, we can't do that. Anyways, WHY DOES 5SOS HAVE A PICTURE OF OUR HOUSE?" She screamed. "AND WHY WAS THE DOOR OPEN?"

Wow, this girl has some good eye-sight.

"Chris, I don't know. Can you leave me alone? I wanna sleep. Stupid pizza delivery  guys," I mumbled the last part.

HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESEBALLS! I clasped my hands over my mouth as soon as I realised what I'd said.

"Did you just say 'pizza delivery guys'?" She asked curiously. I pretended that I hadn't heard her and hid under my covers. "Allyson Waters, you tell me now,"

Be prepared for the return of Satan's wife (a.k.a Christie).

Okay, lets go with plan A. "No, I didn't say 'pizza delivery guys'." Play it cool, Alysson.

"No, don't lie to me, Del. I know you said it. Now, spill," She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. Wow, this girl would do anything for stupid boys that can play, what they call, 'music'.

Plan B. "Fine, I ordered pizza last night without you. Sorry, I was really hungry," I was half sure that she wouldn't fall for this one but you never know, Christie's not always the smart one.

"Nope," Okay, then. That plan totally failed.

Plan C. "Igotsprayedwithsillystringbyagroupofboys," I speed talked- internally praying she didn't understand what I'd said.

I knew for a fact that if she found out that this specific group of boys had been at our doorstep and I was present at the time, she'd kill me with so many questions.

"YOU WHAT?" She yelled. This was probably the most common thing we said since that pointless concert- that wasted precious time in which I could have been sleeping.