***A few weeks later***
Luke’s POV:
I sat on the plane, looking out the window as we were taxied up to our gate and the captain’s voice came over the loud speaker.
“I’d like to welcome everyone to beautiful Edinburgh, Scotland. The current temperature is….”
I stopped listening as I pulled off my seat belt and stood up to get my luggage from the overhead compartment. The boys and I were in Scotland for the very first show of our #NotABoyBand World Tour and we couldn’t have been more excited.
During the last few weeks leading up to the tour, I had been using weed to calm my nerves. I had started getting it from the same guy that dealt it to Aaron after a while just so that I wouldn’t have to burden Aaron with sharing his stash all the time. But seeing as how weed is illegal in both Scotland and Australia, I obviously couldn't bring any with me. It was probably for the best, though. My brothers had really been getting pissed off about me smoking all the time, so it was probably good that I was giving it a rest for a while.
We hopped off the plane and headed through the airport where we were immediately surrounded by fans. We were barely able to get our bags and make it into the van that was waiting for us outside the airport without being trampled by screaming girls. Despite how much of a surprise it was for us, our manager must have expected the craziness because we had a whole team of security going along on this trip with us, including Big Rob, our head security guard.
I watched out the window of our van as teenage girls chased us through the airport before we finally made it onto the highway and to the hotel. Luckily there were no girls waiting at the hotel for us so we were able to check in and get to our rooms without much trouble. I plopped down on one of the beds in the room that I was sharing with Beau and Skip. I could barely keep my eyes open after the long trip, but already the other boys were itching to go out.
“The drinking age is 16 in Scotland, boys,” Beau announced to me and Daniel, “so maybe we’ll meet some of our fans tonight at the club, eh?”
Hooking up with girls didn’t sound too bad, to be honest. It was so hard to date with all of our fans watching us all the time. I purposely avoided dating because I was almost positive that if I did fans would either starting killing each other or killing themselves, and I didn’t want either of those. But I was still a teenage boy, so I was more than open to the idea of meeting up with some willing girls.
It was already about 7pm in Scotland, so it wasn’t long before the boys and I were all dressed and ready to go for the night. At the request of our manager, we were all going to get dinner before we headed to the club to celebrate our first tour stop and probably to discuss some more logistical stuff about the show tomorrow night – boring.
We didn't see any fans as we got into the van and made it to the restaurant. In fact, when we made it all the way through dinner without being recognized even once, I was beginning to think we might not see any more fans before the concert. But as soon as we walked into the club we were swarmed with pretty girls from everywhere. I felt like I was a member of One Direction or something – there were so many girls and they were all so excited to see us.
After a few drinks I started talking to one girl named…. well, to be honest, I don’t really remember what her name was, I think it might have been Sophie. Anyways, she was hot and before long we were up against a wall hooking up. We were in a darker corner of the club, tucked away from the dance floor and the bar when, after going at it for a while, she pulled away and grabbed something out of her purse.
“Take it,” she said, holding a little blue pill with a butterfly on it out to me.
“What is it?” I asked, taking the pill between my fingers and looking at it a little closer.
“Ecstasy,” she said, taking another pill from her purse and popping it into her mouth with a gulp. “Its fun,” she said, “and it’ll let you loosen up a little,” she added with a wink.
Our manager had warned us about the drugs in Scotland – about how easy it was to get your hands on drugs that could ruin your life, but loosening up sounded perfect right about now and I mean, one little pill couldn’t do that much damage I was sure. Before I could let myself think anymore, I popped the little blue pill into my mouth and swallowed it down. I looked down at Sophie and she gave me a smile before leaning back in to continue our make out session. Forty five minutes must have gone by before we came out of that corner and in that time I had managed to get a hand job and a blow job from her. I still wasn’t sure if I was feeling the effects of the ecstasy yet, but then again I had no idea what being on ecstasy was supposed to feel like. It wasn’t until Sophie pulled me onto the dance floor that I started to feel the drug working its magic.
For the next two hours, I was having the time of my life. I was dancing more than I had ever danced at a club or a party and I felt so carefree. The high that I had been getting from the weed in the last few weeks seemed like nothing compared to the amazing feeling that had come from that tiny blue pill and I never wanted the feeling to go away. But all too soon the boys were ready to head out and I was forced to leave Sophie on the dance floor, she didn’t really seem to mind, though, she was still having lots of fun dancing.
As the boys and I all filed back into the van, I suddenly felt really sad that I couldn’t have stayed longer to keep dancing with Sophie. It was the most fun I had ever had and I never wanted it to end, so while the rest of the boys reminisced about how much fun they had had, all I could think about was how depressed I was that we couldn’t go back.
“What’s wrong wif you?” Jai said, lightly slapping me on the arm, “You looked like you were having so much fun with your little lady friend.” He suddenly moved his face closer to mine, closing his eyes and puckering his lips. I slapped him across the cheek and he yelped, his eyes shooting open as he started laughing. When Jai acted this affectionate, it meant he was really wasted and while usually it would make me laugh, in the moment I was too upset to find it entertaining. I just wanted to go back to the club with Sophie. We finally pulled up to our hotel and headed inside. As me made our way up to our rooms I was suddenly really tired and barely made it to the bed before completely crashing out for the night.
***The Next Morning***
I woke up the next morning, still in my clothes from the night before and on top of all the covers on my bed. I looked up to see Beau sitting at the foot of my bed, eating cereal as he watched TV. I rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed, noticing that even my shoes were still on. I must have been seriously fucked up last night.
“Rise and shine, gorgeous,” Beau greeted me, never taking his eyes off the television.
I looked at the clock to see that it was 10:30am. I slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I didn’t look nearly as bad as I’d thought I would in the mirror, considering the way I’d woken up, but then again, I couldn’t really remember drinking all that much the night before, which is probably why I didn’t have a hangover. I did remember, though, having the most amazing time of my life – I wasn’t sure if it was because of the excitement about the tour starting or if Scotland just held really good parties. Whatever the case, though, I was already looking forward to going out again tonight after the show.
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The Luke Brooks Diaries
Fanfiction**Inspired by "The Basketball Diaries."** Luke Brooks loved everything about being in the Janoskians, that is, except for the haters. And when all the negativity gets to be too much for him, one night, Luke decides to let loose with some of his frie...