Chapter 7: Partying, getting drunk & dancing
"WAIT a minute," Noelle held up a finger. "You're telling me you want me to play the drums at Ashton's party?"
Luke nodded. "Yes? We just want you to listen to the song and tell us if you can play it, please?"
Calum pouted and Michael's palms were pressed together as they begged her to be their drummer for a night. Apparently, they planned on surprising Ashton by playing one of his favourite songs on their album. And of course, they needed a drummer.
"Are you out of your mind?" She spoke, her hand holding tight to Pringles' leash. She was supposed to take him out for a walk when these three idiots called her and asked her to come over.
"No, just listen to it, Noelle," Michael begged.
"If I do this," she began. The three of them nodded vigorously. "What will I get?"
"My unconditional love for you," Calum responded.
Noelle fingers held her chin. "Not good enough, hmm,"
"Just listen to that goddamn song and we'll figure this out later," Luke annoyingly pressured her.
AFTER three hours of finally understanding the song and tuning their instruments, Noelle sort of managed to learn the beat and the notes she had to play.
She had to stop them after every lyric to make sure she had it right and by the end of the their unofficial rehearsal, Noelle's hair was sticking to her face due to how sweaty she was.
"I don't understand how Ashton does this," wiping her forehead, Noelle sat up from the small chair behind Ashton's drum. "I need water."
Luke told them he would get it from upstairs as Michael and Calum unplugged their guitars and set them in a corner of their garage.
"I'm exhausted," Noelle whined, taking off the blue top she was wearing.
Michael—who was facing her with her back— turned around to say something only to turn back when he realised she was only in her bra and jeans. "Whoa, what are you doing?"
"I'm like a freaking sweat waterfall," she informed them, rolling her eyes. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you've seen boobs before."
Calum, who was now scrolling through his phone, furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are we suddenly talking about boobs?"
"Because Noelle is in her freaking bra!" Michael fired, unamused by this whole thing. He didn't like it when people got undressed, it made him uncomfortable. Especially when said people were girls.
Calum's eyes shot up from his phone, seeing Noelle. She was currently looking at Luke's Star Wars collection that was framed on one of the white walls of the garage. Calum immediately smirked, nudging Michael.
Michael flipped him off and almost immediately Luke's voice was heard as he came down the stairs. "I brought water," he spoke when he opened the door. As soon as he spotted Noelle, he dropped the water bottles he had taken from the kitchen. "Um, w-what are you d-doing?"
"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes, bending down to take the bottles from where they had fallen. Unfortunately, that gave Luke (and Calum) a better view of her boobs. Luke's eyes widened and Calum's smile grew wider. He wasn't even paying attention to the fact that Michael was calling his name repeatedly so when he pushed him, Calum fell off with his chair.
