Luke Hemmings: Bad Boy

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"Liz I wanna kiss you." Ashton declared, his mouth full of taco he stood up from his seat at the dining table and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She blushed before smacking at his hands "Let go of me." She giggled.

"Aw come on you know you love me." He replied sitting back down.

"I'm twice your age. And I'm married." She flashed her golden ring at the boy before leaving us to eat.

"Dude! Stop hitting on my mom. It's creepy as fuck." Luke pleaded.

"She's obviously into me." Ashton smirked proudly before shoving his sixth taco in his mouth.

Just before I made a comment about Ashton's number of tacos there was a loud slamming of the front door and a distinguishable heavy Brooklyn accent yelling. "Where the fuck is Luke where is he?"

A tanned girl who I assumed was around my age appeared with her hands on her hips. She stood silently chewing on gum and a thick paint of anger on her face. Luke attempted to open his mouth before she waved her hand in the air.

"So you text me and tell me you're busy. So by busy you mean sitting with your fuckface friends eating?" She spat at him.

"No Van. I meant I was busy writing and playing." He defended

"Writing for a shitty no one band?" Her voice became louder with every word.

"Van-" Luke sweated nervously as she cut him off.

"I'm just kidding what up guys?" The once angry and to be honest pretty scary girl made her way over and took a seat on Luke's lap.

We all exchanged confused looks unsure of what the fuck just happened.

"You should have seen the look on y'alls faces oh my." A large and warm smile was flashed by the girl as she started to add mince to a golden crisp taco shell.

"Em. I'm slightly wondering what that was?" Michael confused he seemed to be speaking for all five of us as we all nodded in agreement.

"It's a bit." She giggled. Shit it was a cute giggle not like my snorted laugh thing.

Once when I was 13 I started laughing at the back of class cause I was texting Caitlin while she was home sick. Anyway I was being so funny I literally laughed out loud (snorts and all). This guy, I think his name was Nathan sat facing the front of the classroom. Didn't even turn round. And plainly said 'Who's watching weird hippo porn cause I can hear it.' Like 1. What the fuck? 2. Do I honestly sound like two hippos getting it on? 3. Why does Nathan know what is sounds like? These three questions have haunted me for some time and made me self conscious about my laugh.

"What bit may I ask?" Calum asked. He had decided on joining four tacos together to make the, and I quote 'Most Extreme Taco Fiesta!  Calum T Hood has complete and utter copyright bitchassss.' However it all fell apart before he could even take his first bite.

"Well I act like an insanely uptight girlfriend. It's a bit." She replied sprinkling cheese over her food.

"Is it a New York thing?" Ashton inquired now in taco numero 7.

"Nah" she shook her head.

I sat blinking in confusion. Sure this girl was pretty- scratch that she was beautiful. Her hair was long and looked like natural curls, her eyes were a dark shade of brown and her brows- well if kill for them. But she seemed slightly insane. But hey maybe Luke likes them crazy and outgoing. I for one am not crazy and outgoing.

"These tacos are so good." Vanessa grunted.

"I know right!" Ashton fist pumped her. Numero 8.