My Little Lachy ♡ CraftBattleDuty/Lachlan Fanfiction

Chapter 66 : Home Sweet Home

•After 2 Hour Flight, 1 p.m.; Hughes and Aceti Residence•

~Maddie's POV~

"We are home!" Mitch cried after I stepped inside the house; dropping his bags in the front door doorway, breathing in the fresh Florida air.

Copper and Kato came racing over to the front door, jumping and barking around Mitch.

"God Mitch, move out of the doorway. People are trying to get through" Jessica complained, pushing her way past Mitch and the two dogs.

Jerome and Ryan entered the room, the both of them with beers in hand.

"Great, the bitches are back" Ryan greeted sarcastically.

"Nice to see you again Ryan" Jessica snapped, rolling her eyes and hitting his bicep as she brushed past him.

"Look like you guys were enjoying yourselves" I commented, gesturing towards the beers in their hands.

"We were just drinking for you turning 19! Happy belated birthday Maddie!" Jerome cried, pulling me into a side hug.

"Did you finally get laid?" Ryan asked as Jerome and I pulled away.

Everyone shot him a death glare.

"Hey I was just asking. Lachlan seems like one for birthday sex" Ryan shrugged, raising his hands in protest.

"We didn't do anything" I clarified.

"And if they did, Lachlan wouldn't be able to fucking put his balls back inside of her cause I would have cut them off by now" Mitch growled, scratching behind Kato's ear.

"Mitch" I groaned in embarrassment.

"I knew I got laid on my 19th birthday" Ryan bragged, taking a swing at his beer.

"That's cause you are a fucking dickhead and Kate was drunk" Jerome stated.

"Why are we still talking about this" I groaned again.

"Okay okay, we'll stop" Mitch reassured.

"I'm tried. I'm going to go to bed" Jessica announced, dragging her luggage towards the staircase.

"Me too" Mitch sighed, picking up his suitcases as well.

"Try not to be so loud. I don't need to hear porn next door" I complained causing everyone expect Mitch and Jessica to burst into a fit of laughter.

•Few Hours Later•

I looked over Michael's guitar pick sitting on top of mouse pad and smiled.

It was literally the best night of my life. I still don't know how Michael knew it was my birthday. Was it just a thing he said without knowing? Did my fans tell him? Is that why they invited me on stage?

Then it hit me, I had my crown on. That plastic pink birthday crown from Dollarama that I had put on my bedside table as a souvenir. Damn it. I thought it was a beginning of a love story between Michael and I.

I updated my Twitter bio including the date of the concert and posted a picture of his pick causing my whole fanbase to fill my feed with congrats and ship names. Fans that were at the concert even posted videos of me going up on stage.