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"Mikey I hate you!" I yell, smacking his arm. "You can't leave us alone together!"
"Why because you guys will eye-fu-"
"Shut up!" I cover my face in embarrassment. "He freaking grabbed me and he knows, dangit."
"You are really cute when you don't swear."
"So I am not cute when I swear?" I raise my eyebrow. "Okay, I see now how our friendship is. You leave me alone with Lucas and then insult me." I place my hands on my hips.
"You know what I meant." he rolls his eyes. "Can we please just go to rehearsals?"
"Fine, only if you give me a piggy back ride!" I giggle like a six year old.
He gallops all the way to the rehearsal room, while neighing and laughing at himself. As we enter the room, all heads snap towards us, probably because we looked like lunatics.
"There you are!" Ashton grins then turns to Calum saying, "I told you they weren't playing fifa without you."
I look around the room. A few tech guys were fixing the speakers and the instruments. Calum and Ashton went back to whatever they were doing (playing the xylophone?). I had no idea we even had a xylophone. Luke was sitting alone on the same couch we were talking at yesterday. He seems to feel my stare and looks up at me, offering a smile smile before focusing on his phone.
"Can you get off now?" Michael asks, turning his head to he could kind of look at me.
"Sorry, sorry!" I laugh, sliding off of him.
"Mason, can I see your phone?" Mikey asks, holding his hand out.
"Sure," I shrug, handing him my phone. He already knows the password: 6273 which is MASE on the iPhone. Michael happily skips over to Calum.
I have a good feeling about today. My plan is to avoid Luke. I am going to stop thinking weird thoughts about him. Yes, he's devilishly handsome and yes, he's really sweet, and also yes, he's very taken.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I remember I just handed my phone which holds all of my awful photos and text messages to the one of the people who loves to embarrass me the most.
Michael and Calum are already giggling by the time I snatch my phone back.
"Hey!" they both cry out, still giggling. How is that even possible.
"Whatcha guys laughing about?" I ask, looking at my phone.
