Punk Charisma

Chapter 1

*Luke's POV*

"Luke have you seen the grundies I laid down on my bed?" Ashton pops his head around the corner of the hotel room.

My fingers graze through my hair, making sure it stays in its place as I stare into the long mirror. I turn my attention to Ashton and he's still got an eyebrow up with a child's questioning expression.

"No, I don't touch your underpants," I frown, "I wouldn't even dare to go near it."

"Then where the hell did it go?" He sighs, walking around the room with a towel around his waist.

"Looking for these?" Michael waves Ashton's briefs around.

He stands in the doorway of our room; Ashton dashes across the room to take what is his, but fails to succeed as Michael runs away giggling. I shake my head as they pursue their childish acts. I straighten my clothes and glance once more into the mirror before leaving the hotel room. Michael cuts me off, running around from the corner; startling me a bit. Ashton follows behind, holding his towel making sure it doesn't fall off.

"Michael just give him his grundies back," I grown.

It's tiring to deal with the same shit repeatedly. I'm quite tired of this same routine; wake up, eat breakfast, try to get everyone to stop fighting, get ready for rehearsal, go to rehearsal, put on a show, sleep, and repeat.

As Michael passes by once more, I snatch the boxers from him and he stops with a disappointing look. I hand the boxers to Ashton with annoyance and just keep walking off to the elevators.

"Aww, daddy Luke has to always take away the fun," Michael chuckles.

"It's not fun anymore once you do it about 100 times," I poke the down button.

"You need to lighten up mate. You can't keep being an uptight grandpa for the rest of your life," Ashton comments.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" I roll my eyes, "cause I believe I'm perfectly normal."

"No you're a dick," Michael complains.

"Maybe try letting lose, you could even go to a bar or maybe find a new girl-"

"Don't you dare blame this on my girlfriend, she's not the reason for any of this. I've always been the responsible one, is that such a bad thing?" I yell.

"All I'm saying is that you were never like this before her," Ashton's voice is gentle.

My elevator opens finally and I step in without saying a word to those hosers. They have mo idea what they're talking about, I have fun. But when it's time to be serious, then you have to realize that and stop being a fucking child.

The rest of the crew is in the lobby once I arrive. The boys on the other hand are still screwing around up there and it's about the time I'm giving up on them. I'll let someone else try to get them together in a line.

"Boys messing around again?" Our manager asks.

"Yup, same shit as always," I nod.

"Well you boys are teenagers, you deserve to have fun while being on such a tight schedule," he shrugs.

"Aren't you suppose to say the opposite?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yes and no; not everything has to be serious," he points out.

"Great now you sound like one of them," I point as the boys strut there way towards us.

"Start being a teenager for once, kiddo," he pats my back and leaves to discuss things with the rest of the boys.