Behind My Smile // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 7

L U K E

"Really, Michael?!" I tried to yell, but ended up bursting into laughter instead, as I tried to dry the water off of my pants. Great, now it looks like I peed on myself because of Michael. And I can't even be mad at him.

"It.....looks.....like......you......peed on yourself!" Calum said between laughter.

"I think he did it on purpose." Ashton, the only calm one here, said while popping a chip in his mouth.

I glared at Michael who had an innocent look on his face, but was trying to hide a smile. He shrugged and started laughing.

"I'm going to change" I got up and walked up stairs. I changed into black ripped skinny jeans and a white T-shirt, then walked back downstairs to put on my shoes.

"Where are you going?" I looked up at Michael.

"I told you guys that I was going to get pizza."

"I want pizza." He pouted.

"Well then, let's go get pizza." I smiled and raised my eyebrows.

"Yay!" He jumped up and ran to get his shoes. I laughed.

"I'm coming too!" Calum yelled, jumping over the couch and running up the stairs. I looked at Ashton, expecting him to jump up and run out of the house and into the car. But he just sat there, staring at his phone screen and eating chips.

"Ashton, are you coming?" I asked him.

"I can't. I'm-"

"He is going on a date." Michael yelled as he walked down the stairs.

"With who?"

"Some girl he met at the mall a couple of days ago." Calum walked over to stand across from Ashton. Ashton gave him a death glare, then grabbed the chips and walked upstairs.

I laughed.

Michael walked over to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me over to the door.

"Come on! I want pizza!" He whined. I pulled my arm back and walked outside, Calum and Michael following suit. We climbed into the uber and the driver drove off.

E M I L Y

"Slow down, Amy! Your gonna get us killed!" I yelled at Amy who was going atleast 75 miles and hour.

"Sorry! I was just thinking......." She trailed off.

"About?" I pushed.

"Well, I went to the mall the other day-"

"Without me?" I gasped and put a hand over my heart, pretending to be offended.

"I was with my mom." She rolled her eyes and smiled, then continued.

"Anyway, I was walking to the food court with my mom, and this guy bumped into me and made me drop my bags. Next thing I knew, he was putting his number into my phone and then walked away. A few days later, he texted me and told me to meet him at the café around the corner from Fratelli's. I don't even know how he got my number." She shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't even know if I am going to, though."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. I mean, I barely know him. What if he doesn't show up?"

"But what if he does? And if he does and you don't, then he is just going to be waiting for you, not knowing that you are never going to show up. Then he will probably be really sad." I paused. "And embarrassed."