A Different Summer (A 5SOS, Luke Hemmings Fan fiction)

Chapter 17:)

LUKE POV

I dragged my tired body into the bathroom and robotically made my way into the shower. I let the water run down my fingertips and drip pathetically into my eyes. I didn't care about anything at the moment. I scrubbed the greasiness out of my hair and washed a days worth of smell off my body. Once I was done I wrapped a towel around my waist and trudged back into my room, slamming the door behind me. No one was home so it didn't really matter how much noise I made. I settled with a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button up shirt rolled up at the elbows. I was in a black mood and my clothing choice reflected that effortlessly. I slipped a black beanie over my, now dry, hair and pulled on a pair of black converses.

I'd just turned 17, so that meant I couldn't drive. I hadn't actually planned how I was getting to the party which, now I realise is a big problem. Mum wasn't expected home for a good 3 hours and dad could be working all night.

I decided to call Ashton, maybe he could take me..........Ashton was a year older then us but was still in our year level at school. He was held back in kindergarten, he doesn't like to talk about it 'dark times' apparently.

He picked up the phone on the 3rd or so ring.

"What's up?" He questioned. There was no background noise so I assumed he was still at home.

"I was just wondering if you could pick me up?" I asked with very little emotion as I pulled open the fridge door looking for something to eat.

"Sure mate." Ashton said back as I heard a beep coming from the other end and a car engine roar to life.

"I'll be there in 15." Ashton hung up before I had a chance to answer. Bastard. But a convenient one at times like these....

The fridge held little to absolutely nothing good to eat. There was yoghurt, a tub of peaches in juice, milk and an old cup of orange juice that, for all I know, could've been in there since the beginning of the year.

"Gahhhhh." I said aloud, slamming the fridge door closed, causing the milk and juice bottles inside to clatter against each other. My pet hate was when there was nothing good to eat anywhere, it annoyed me beyond belief.

BAILEY POV

I was at Mikaela's house "getting ready" and helping her set up. There was no alcohol in sight. Her parents had searched ever nook of the house for the past hour and a half, constantly double and triple checking. They even searched the cupboards inside the garage. The "party" wasn't expected to start until roughly 7:30, it was only 6:30, so we had still a good hour to prepare.

I really wasn't in the mood for getting dressed up and besides I absolutely hated wearing high heels. I was so flippin' tall anyway they only made my experiences even worse. There are little to no guys in society that are taller then me. Trust me when I say I judge short people. I don't even LOOK at a guy unless he is at least 5'11. Mikaela has the same issue. We discovered in health class on Friday that we're the exact same height to the cm....... creepy I know. But the thing is she doesn't have the same problem with height as I do. She doesn't really mind if a guy is shorter then her. Ashton is taller then Mikaela, so I guess it's a win for her.

I was now sitting on Mikaela's bed waiting as she rummaged through her clothes to find something I would be happy to wear.

"Here." She threw a short, floral dress onto my knee along with a cream cardigan.

"No way." I replied throwing the items right back at her. This process repeated a couple more times before Mik gave up, sighing in defeat.

"I don't even know." She grumbled throwing her arms up in staged despair.