How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Am Part of an Unscheduled-Surprise-Opening Act

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Skye’s POV:

I was perched on the edge of the couch in a pair of faded denim shorts and a white netted t-shirt over a black tank top (man, that’s a lot to say… repeat it 3 times really quickly without messing up and we’ll even throw in a prize! A pocket full of fat air instead of thin!). I toyed with my phone idly, while the guys were sprawled on the couches and floor, half-asleep, or in Shane’s case, far away in lala land, staring intently at a spot on the ceiling.

Silence… ugh. I couldn’t stand it. I needed a distraction. “Okay, peoples,” I said, standing up. “Who’s hungry?”

“Ooh, me! Me!” Kevin was on his feet faster than you could say “MacDonald’s”.

“Let’s go get breakfast then!”

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I sighed, head on my fist as I watched the guys (try to) order. Even in the morning at MacDonald’s the guys were stuck with girls trying to flirt with them. How did they stand it?!

Rolling my eyes, I got up and went to the counter to order myself. If I waited for them, I might not eat until the next ice age.

I waved the receipt at the guys as I passed them heading back to our seat. Still stranded by girls, I saw. Where did those piranhas-----I meant, those girls, come from anyway? When we first came in, there were only old couples and some mustache guy reading the paper.

Mike somehow managed to extract himself and sat down across from me. “Sorry you had to order yourself, Skye… They kind of attacked us there…”

I waved it off. “How did you manage to get away?” Kevin seemed to be enjoying himself, as usual when he was surrounded by girls, and Shane was just… impassive as usual when he was around, well, everybody. Just warm enough to encourage some girls though…

“Uh… I just said I’m not interested.” He shrugged.

I looked at him. He never did seem to be interested in the girls that came up to him. He’s nice and all, but kind of… distant. He never flirted back. I wondered why. Was he just too into the music? Or did he have someone he liked already, or… was he… ugh, what was I thinking? Whatever, it’s not my business.

“Our food’s ready,” I announced, getting up to get the food. Deciding I couldn’t stand watching the girls’ desperate attempts and Kevin flirting back, I went to save the guys.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but…” I widened my eyes, pointing outside. “Is that JUSTIN BIEBER standing right over there?!”

Right on cue, they all squealed like guinea pigs and rushed outside… except one.

I looked at her. “Not a fan?” She nodded, still batting her eyelashes at Shane. I sighed. “OMG, it’s ENRIQUE IGLESIAS!”

The girl squealed and ran off, leaving us staring after her, like WTF.

“Well, glad that’s dealt with,” I said. “Let’s go eat.” No objections there.

“I should use that next time,” Shane said, “very effective.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

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“There’s nothing to do!” whined Kevin, kicking the fountain he’s sitting on. “I’m bored, Skye, do something.” He pouted like a kid without candy.