We rocked out to some AC/DC all the way to Michael's place. We were literally screaming in the car that when Ashton stopped at the red light, the car shook so violently that I felt like people driving behind us thought someone was getting murdered in here.
We arrived at Michael's place shortly after 20 minutes and we also happened to be the first to arrive.
"Where is Luke and Michael?" Ashton wondered. "I dunno," Calum answered with uncertainty. We started to worry if they had murdered each other in the car. I actually thought it was a possibility so anxiety did not hesitate to take over my feelings. I started gnawing a bit of my fingernail and pulled out my cell.
As if it was God's turn to answer our previous question, Michael's familiar vehicle started banging into the driveway.
He stopped abruptly right behind Ashton's parked car. When Luke opened the door, some of Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' leaked out of the car.
"Where the hell have y'all been," I crossed my arms. "Well someone has been worried," Michael said unintentionally and Luke seemed to tense up a bit. "Yeah, I've been worried sick Luke," I concentrated my full attention to Luke. "Me? What, yeah, of course me. We just got some pizza," Luke brushed it off and went and put an arm over Michael's shoulder. I was glad they made up, but was it an act anyhow?
"Nice, how many boxes?" Calum got excited. "Six as usual," Luke answered casually, the boys did eat a lot of pizza, also not forgetting my guilty stomach.
"But he also happened to have a box all to himself on the way back home," Luke playfully shoved Michael. "Now we have five left," I stated the obvious. "Yes, your math skills are bomb," Ashton replied sarcastically. "Says the guy who thought tadpoles were baby turtles," I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I was confused! And what does that have anything to do with math?" He slouched.
I ignored his comment about this topic being relevant to math and come back at him. "And then you thought they were mosquitoes," I said, this time shaking my head.
"Shut up," Ashton pouted. "Aww, baby," I went over and gave him a free hug. Luke cleared his throat. "Let's go inside," Calum rushed and put up a last minute smile. "Gee, way to ruin a moment guys," I joked. Luke was the only one who couldn't take it.
Luke was way ahead of us. Michael right behind him and then Ashton, Me and Calum was behind me. "What the fuck were you doing?" Calum caught up with me. "What? I had to make it look like I don't just care for Michael," I explained. "What next? Gonna cuddle with someone on the couch during movie nights?" He tested me.
I stopped walking and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and loudly whispered, "I swear to god Hood I will fucking kiss you right in front of them." And I didn't know if I meant it, I mean he does have a great jawline and an ass better than any plastic surgery patients. I didn't even know if I had a crush on any of the boys. The feeling was neutral, but also not.
"Guys?" Ashton called. I freed his collar and began walking really fast. "Hot," I heard Calum say. I smiled and turned to give him a smack on the arm. Once again he caught up with my pace.
"You better hide that," I hit his thigh with the palm of my hand. "Shit," He looked down at his pants. Meh, his bulge was not that obvious, but impressive.
"Ah whatever," He put his hand around my shoulder and nudged my head. I giggled and shouted for him to cut it out. He continued to do it anyway. I admired how chill he was.
"What took you guys so long?" Luke grumped when we arrived outside of Michael's granny flat. "Nothing grandma," Calum still had his arm secured around my shoulder. I went in closer to Calum.
"Come on in guys," Michael shouted from the back. Calum left my side and scampered off into the flat. Luke turned away and walked off into the flat as well. I trailed behind him and ended up on the couch watching the boys play. "Guys can't we watch TV or something?" I grumbled. "Nope," They all said in unison. "Fuck y'all and your stupid video games."
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Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.
FanficEccedentesiast; A person who fakes a smile. A Luke Hemmings fanfiction. Disclaimer: if you're not anti-Arzaylea then don't read this.