Jamie has always been a punk kind of girl. Living in an orphanage can do that to you. Being alone 24/7, not having friends? If you think she can be bubbly and happy after several traumatic experiences, you're wrong, very wrong. But one day, four...
We pulled up to a absolute mansion, it was huuuuuuuuuuuge. Luke stopped the car and got out.
I opened my door, Luke had already gotten my suitcase.
"Thank you." I muttered.
"You're welcome!" He responded.
We walked into the mansion, me gawking at everything.
"We're here!" Luke yelled into the house.
"In the living room!" Michael yelled.
Luke lead me down a hallway, to the right, and we came into this massive room, which had dark furniture and the rest of the boys.
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The TV was on and Michael, living up to his legacy, was of course playing video games.
Ashton was sprawled on the couch, while Calum was laying on the floor next to Michael, on his back. Both of the boys were texting, it looked like, on their phones.
"Dammit!" Michael yelled, having lost his game, by like 2 points. The angered boy threw down the controller, getting up to greet me.
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Short chapter, I know, but I've been supppper busy lately. I moved, my great aunt moved, my grandpa was put in the hospital, my little brother had a seizure, and yeah. It's just been a major shit storm lately. Thank y'all for understanding and if you've even read this.
