The Intern // 5 Seconds of Summer

Dammit by Blink 182

I pull myself out of bed. Its early Monday morning and I've gotta start gathering myself for the tour.

They hate me.

But I'm having fun with them. 

Lou is also a tad mad. I think she heard about the incident. Can't help it, she encouraged me by making me hotter.

I slither out if bed and walk straight into the bathroom. Hot mess, you could say that. I brush my hair out and look at the clock that's hanging of over the mirror. 2 in the afternoon. That explains the lack of Lou hassling me. Hm.

"What to do...?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest as I admire the room. I could always pack. But that requires a lot unnecessary effort...

Fuck.

I pull my phone out. 20 messages. From the boys, twitter notification and from Lou. I could return the calls and messages, but I am in no mood to fight. Or, I am. Only if it leads to kissing. Or whatever....

I dial Lou's number and hold the phone to my ear.

"Aye?" I hear.

"Hi. Sorry, I slept in." I say to her. "Whaddup."

"What's up?" She asks with a tone of annoyance. "Im out fixing your mess." She spits. 

"My mess?" I ask.

"Yeah. Cause now all the boys don't wanna go on tour with you."

"Oh. I'm so sorry..." I say, a tad sarcastic. 

"They're coming over today. I have stuff to do so you will be alone with them. Don't mess anything up."

"I think you meant don't fuck anything up. And I'll try." I say back about to hang out. "I'm sorry to you Lou but not to them." I say quietly so she knows I mean it.

Cleaning it is, then.

I slowly begin folding my stuff and putting into suitcases. I could start creating outfits and taking what Lou said into consideration about my style pop... or I could eat and play on my DS. Duh.

I make up my bed and hide my junk under pillows. Just stuff like chargers and personal items from home. 

"Its not a diary, its a journal." I say as I put the lock on it and hide in the drawer next to my bed.

I turn on the TV, putting it on the family channel. Shake it up you say? I pull out my DS and begin playing Pokemon black. And yes, I am a pro.

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Not too long after, I hear knocking on the door. I shutter and close my DS, heading to the door.

"Come in." I say, opening the door for them. They all walk in silently and all sit on Lou's bed.

"Can I change the show?" Luke asks, quietly. I nod and continue playing on my DS.

He puts it on Spongebob and I sigh. Immature twits. Cute immature twits. Cute immature twits that I was in love with... i shake my head, as though it'd get rid of the though.

"Ryan?" Michael says. "Ryan!"

"What the fuck do you want?" I snap, turning my head from my eyes to him.

"Never mind. I don't give a shit anymore." He says back and turns back to the boys who are talking among each other.

He knows how to get me hot and bothered.