Luke's POV
Zeke and I were standing in line at McDonald's, and hell was it a long one. I was sooooo bored, but Zeke didn't seem to care. He was just staring at the food pictures and drooling. I sighed, and started humming to myself. Then I burst out singing the Excalibur song from Soul Eater. When I was done, I did an epic pose.
"I don't know you." Zeke said, turning away from me. I nudged him.
"Come on, Zeke, sing with me. I'm so bored."
"We're in the middle of McDonald's. No." I hugged him from the side.
"Please please please please pleeeeeeeaaaseee????" He stared at me for a moment.
"...Fine." he said after a minute.
"Yay!" The both of us started singing Trouble Maker by Olly Murs together. That's something we'd always loved doing. Singing. Ever since we were little, we'd sing together. I learned to play guitar whn I was 8, and we kinda started a 3rd grade garage band. It didn't work out. Even so, we always sang together. Suddenly, I heard 3 more voices join in with ours. They sounded good. Real good. When I opened my eyes...
"Zeke, get off of me!" I yelled, shoving him.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty. We gotta go!" I groaned.
"I don't wanna..." I said, throwing the covers over my head.
"Too bad." Eli's voice this time. I looked and saw our Asian bandmate standing in the doorway. "We have a photo shoot today. For the album cover?" I threw a pillow at him.
"No...I don't wanna be on camera. Why can't we just be like old bands and have fucking paintings for our album covers?"
"Because that's not how boy bands work nowadays." Eli said, smacking my leg. "Get up." He left. I looked at Zeke.
"Where are Jay and Jet?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Jay's probably trying to wake Jet up."
"Then why are you pestering me?" I asked, pouting. He laughed.
"Cos you're more fun. Get up." He shoved me, and this time I fell off the bed.
"Zeke!!" I yelled, standing. "You can't just do that!"
"And you can't just sleep naked, pretty boy." he said back. I looked down, blushed, and sat down.
"Dick."
"At least now I know you have one." He left the room. I stood back up, pulled on some boxers, then searched through my drawers. I picked out a red flannel, some jeans, and converse. I didn't care what I looked like, they'd just change our outfits for the shoot anyways. I sighed, then realized I couldn't see... Where were my glasses? Ugh.
"Jayyyyyyy!!!!" I called for the leader of our band. He walked in.
"What?" he asked, glaring at me.
"Can you see my glasses?" I asked.
"The ones that make you look like a hipster? Yeah, they're on the bedside table." he said.
"Thanks." I fumbled around for the bedside table, then felt around for my glasses. When I found them, I put them on and could see clearly.
"Better?" Jay asked. I nodded.
"Much." Suddenly, Jet came in and hugged me.
"Lukey wukey!" he cooed. He had just woken up. I sighed, then smiled.
"Jetty wetty! You should probably put some clothes on." He was wearing only boxers. He giggled, then slumped against me.
"Nahhhh." I took him downstairs for some breakfast. All of us made some jokes and had a little food fight. This was us. We had a business, and we were nothing but trouble. So, here we are. Trouble Inc.
AN
Heyya! Adele here! This is my new story! Ya like? Please comment/vote! Love ya.
