Fly // 5sos au

16

When Luke left, I couldn't sleep. My eyes would finally get that droopy feeling, but then it would start. I would get hot inside, but cold on the outside. My skin was itching and I would shake. You would think I was dying or suffering from drug withdrawals.

I stared at my celling for hours.

I watched the sun rise-all I wanted to do was set.

Eventually I just got out of bed, giving up another fight. I walked slowly from fatigue and soreness due to just lying on the mattress. The least I could do for my new "family" was make them breakfast. I hated the idea of intruding on them. My father already had these boys and a new wife to deal with and I just had to show up. I made pancakes because they were the only thing I knew how to make and cups of coffee. I heard caffeine woke you up so I had no trouble deciding if I wanted to make it. It was very simple, you turn the machine on, put the pod in, close the thing, push the button, wait, and done! The coffee was okay and it seriously woke me up.

After taking one bite of the pancakes I made, I spit it right back on the plate. The flapjack was cold, eggy-if that's even a word, and crunchy. My eyes widened at the fact that there were egg shells in my pancake. I got up to sip my coffee only to be greeted to a giggling Ashton. His laugh was fickle; sometimes it was like an old man or a school girl. Right now it sounded like an amused goat. You know, because lots of goats are amused.

"What?" I question the boy hunched over attempting to catch his breath. He looked like he just got out of bed, his hair disheveled across his forehead, some as far away as the distance future.

"Your- your- your face!" I blushed immediately. It was very embarrassing not knowing how to make pancakes.

"It was an eggshell!"

"You made breakfast?" He pointed to the other tainted cakes.

"Hmmm" I shrugged, something that became a habit since moving here.

"Aw babe, you're so cute. I'll make another batch! I'll be your super official super professional super awesome tea her." He called me babe; I couldn't seem to get over it. He probably calls everyone that, you're not special.

"Good morning." My father waltzed in the room. Even though we live together now, I barely see him. I'd wanted hang out with him, being that we lost so much time; but I've been preoccupied with the boys. It's only been two days and I've seen him twice. He took me in, I should have been spending time with him.

"Good morning Lars," Ashton mutters. Dad just limped farther into the kitchen picking up a pancake. Ashton snickered again but I didn't want the only good thing in my life dying because of my terrible cooking.

"No! No! They're bad!" I pleaded for him for him to put it down.

"Anything you make must taste great, you're my daughter! Don't worry sweetie." I let one tear of happiness roll down my cheek as I attempted to get the plate away from him again. He had faith in me, He told me not to worry. He called me sweetie! Where was he all my life? Why couldn't I grow up with him?

Calum came running in with Michael, scaring me. I thought teenage boys woke up late. I dropped the plate I'd stolen from my dad and Michael screamed. He jumped into the sky like that cat with the rainbows. With his hair being so, you know, blue.

"Mikey calm down!" Calum snorted while laughing with Michael and Ashton. I felt like all that's all we ever did, laugh. Luke even had laughing fits sometimes.

"Why are you boys up so early?" Calum and Michael just grinned suspiciously and Ash gasped. They mirrored Ashton, all 'just woke up' look.

"Oh you guys aren't!"

"Aren't what?"

"We're going to do something fun!"

"Oh?"

"We're gonna play derp ball!"

(um sorry i haven't been updating daily just idk okay ily <3 -m)