"Fuck you, Michael." I hissed into the phone and hung it up.
Michael knew damn well that Luke and I weren't in a good place. He could have easily left that "intense" game of Fifa to get us, but no, he insisted on revenge like every other boy in this band.
"It's just jandal boy, he's not all that bad." Lyndsey said to me and gave me a playful nudge, if only she knew.
I slipped my phone into my back pocket and followed Lyndsey to the car, dragging my feet like an angry five year old.
Luke opened the back door for Lyndsey and she casually slid in to place. As soon as he was about to shut the door behind her, I stopped it with my hand and without giving him any form of attention, I slid in next to Lyndsey and closed the door behind me.
Lyndsey looked over at me and was startled. She looked as if she was going to ask me the question I was dreading answering, but thankfully Luke hopped into the car and started it, and her questions then shifted more towards him.
"Since when can you drive?" "Since two months ago, the guys and my mom got tired of driving me around so, I finally got my license when we had some free time." He responded indifferently.
"Good, that was long over due. And you'd have to be insane if you thought me and Shannon were gonna give your egg ass self joy rides." Lyndsey sassed and I giggled at her calling him an egg.
I saw Luke's eyes instantly focus on his mirror to look at me and as soon as he did, my laughing stopped all together and I looked down at my lap awkwardly.
The next fifteen minutes of the car ride was nothing but pure silence and maybe a fake cough or two. No one knowing quite what to say to each other. I'm pretty sure we were all relieved once we reached the mansion and the car came to a complete stop.
Luke was about to open his door and get out, but Lyndsey interrupted him.
"Wait," she spoke, stopping him dead in his tracks and my heart dead in mine.
"What am I missing here? Why aren't you sitting with him? Why is everyone so quiet?" she finally asked and I gulped.
"Not now, Lyndsey." I mumbled and reached for the car handle to open the door. It took me an extra couple seconds due to my shaking in nervousness hand, but once I got a hold of it, I shot up out the car.
I quickly shut the door behind me and stormed into the house before Lyndsey, or possibly Luke, could stop me.
I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Michael and Calum propped on the couch in the weirdest positions i've ever seen while their eyes were glued to the TV and their hands rapidly moving across the controllers.
"Where's Molly?" I questioned.
"Don't know, don't care." Michael responded with a shrug and I frowned.
"Will you stop being such a child Clifford? You know damn well that you do care and you're just too stubborn to admit you're wrong." I spoke in an annoyed tone.
"She's right lad." Calum said to Michael, his eyes still focused on their game. Michael growled.
I rolled my eyes and left them alone to go find Molly myself.
I was relieved to find her in the kitchen, sitting cris crossed on the counter with apple slices in hand and a jar of peanut butter placed in front of her.
'Hey." she attempted to speak with two or three apple slices stuffed in her cheeks.
"I knew you'd like our American snacks." I said with a giggle as I hopped up on the counter next to her and popped an apple slice in my mouth.
