The Intern // 5 Seconds of Summer

Undone - The Sweater Song by Weezer

"So, how was the date?" Luke asks, not bothering to look up from his cell phone.

"Huh?" I take a bite of my apple and wipe my chin. "Oh, with Ashton?"

"How many other dates did you go on recently if you don't know which one I'm talkinwatg about?" Luke asks, chuckling and setting his phone down on the table. Michael sits across from us, pulling up his chair.

"Oh. Sorry, still a bit tired." I say, faking a yawn. "It went great." I say with a slight smile.

"Did you guys actually spend all day in that old restaurant?" Michael asks, ruffling the back of his hair.

"Time seemed to fly by, really." I say and I feel my face get hot. 

"Did you guys make out or something?" Michael asks, furrowing his brows. 

"Asking too many questions for my liking, fuck off." I say, taking a few more bites of my apple.

"Sheesh, no need to be so bipolar." 

"Fuck off, Michael. The only reason I came out of my room was to talk to Luke. If I wanted to hear comments like yours, I would of went home to see my dad." I say and cross my arms.

"Uh.. Anyways." Luke says, putting his phone into his pocket. "I'll come see you later, deal?" 

"You're gonna leave me with this knitwit?" I frown, crossing my arms.

"Yeah. You guys need to talk over your issues." Luke said and got up, still staring at his phone screen.

I glare at Michael who looks up from his phone briefly and glares back. We both know that if either of us get up to fast right now after Luke just left that it'll seem like we didn't even try. Atleast now, if we sit in this silence, it'll seem to Luke that we gave it a shot.

I turn a bit away from Michael and look around the room while munching on my apple. I could continue surviving him or I could try and make the best of the last 5 towns we have together.

"Hey, Michael?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"What do you want?" He says, putting his phone on the table.

"Did you tattoo hurt?"

"My what?" He asks and then lifts his arm, looking at the lettering on his arm. "Oh, uh, kinda. Not really." He says and puts his arm down. "Wait, why do you care?"

"I.. uh, well, I kind of want a tattoo." I say, biting my lip.

"Of what?"

"Well, I'm assuming Ashton kinda told you guys about my dad..?" I say.

"Well, kinda, sorta. He just told us you were upset over him." Michael says, scooting over closer to the table. I guess he could sense this was gonna get maybe personal and understood I didn't want to shout my reasoning.

"I kinda want something for him, or about him.. I want this thing across my collar bone/shoulder that says 'Hope the people who did you wrong have trouble sleeping at night'." I say and gesture across my neck-ish where I would want it. "I don't want it too nice, or fancy like yours. More like, poke-and-stick style. Maybe in my moms handwriting.

"Look who's getting along." Luke comes back into the lounge, this time completely dressed and his hand still a bit damp. He smiles and sits back in the same spot as before but this time he doesn't pull out his phone and he just grins at us.

"You look like you're planning something evil.." I say and Michael chuckles behind me.

"He's always planning something suspicious." Michael says behind me and we both laugh.

"Your mom is always planning something suspicious." Luke says in a joking huff.

"Shut up, Luke." Michael says, getting up and pushing his chair in after him. "Are any of the boys awake?" Michael asks, probably just meant for Luke thought.

"I think I heard Calum or Ashton go into the washroom after I closed my door." Luke says.

I just sigh and get up, walking out of the lounge before Michael and. I hear them say stuff in protest but the feeling of wanting to spend anymore than 20 minutes with them has past and now I just want to return in bed.

I think this feeling of wanting to spend all day in bed has started literally since my mom has called. Maybe it was cause my father has died, the man who help create me and make me the awful human being I am today or maybe it's cause I just miss my mom and maybe a bit of Joe, my actual parents. But it didn't matter the reason cause it was nearly crippling and going out with Ashton yesterday was almost a chore to do. The reason I managed to stay out all day yesterday is a shocker to me.

I just make my way to my room and walk in, walking straight pass Lou who's fixing her hair infront of the mirror. I kick off my sneakers and leap onto my bed, snuggling up into a tight ball and closing my eyes tight. I bit my lip and just lay there, trying to shut everything out for a minute.

"Ryan?" Lou says and I feel her sit on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah?" Well, there goes my minute. 

"Whats wrong?" 

"Oh, uh, nothing. I just have mixed feelings about everything." I say and sit up, facing her with a small smile.

"Is it okay if I go out again today? I promise we can spend tomorrow together, just stuff to do." Lou says, rubbing my back.

"Can I have Ashton here?" I ask with a smile.

"Fine. Behave though." She says, getting up and heading back into the washroom.

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I nuzzle my face more into Ashton's chest as he wraps his arm around my back tighter. I smile onto him and I know he feels it cause he chuckles and causes a rumbling in his chest. I giggle quietly which causes him to sit up.

"I see you're feeling much better." He says, smiling. His dimples showing a tad but enough for me to smile back at him.

"I would of never of said this a week ago, but being around you makes me feel better." I say.

"Why's that?" 

"Why's what? The 'why i would of never said this a week ago' or about how being around you makes me feel nice?" 

"You said 'better' but 'nice' is good too." He says, propping himself up on his elbows and I lay my head back down on his. "Both."

"Because maybe a week ago I was just mad at the world. Not that I'm any better now, but I'm not mad at you." I say nd I can feel him chuckle again. "And you make me feel nice cause you just make me feel like me.. Like, I shouldn't always be afraid of everyone and not everyone's gonna hurt me. You're like a safe spot. The couch in a game of lava floor." I  sit up beside him and stretch out my arms. 

"Hm." He says, laying back down and putting one of his hands behind his head.

"I'm opening the door." I say to Ashton as I look down to our hands. His free hand creeps onto mine and he interlocks our fingers together,

"You're what?" He asks, tracking circles on my hand with his thumb.

"Opening the door."

"What are you on about? We're not even near a door."

"Don't you remember what you said to me on the date yesterday"

"I..uh.." He scratched his neck. "Was I supposed to?"

"No. But you said it so confidently, I thought you'd remember."

"I was, well, too busy staring at you.." He smiled and turned to me, kissing me gently.