The Luggage // hemmings

Ch. 3: "Well, This is Cute"

Luke

"Thank god that his stupid suitcase isn't squeaking anymore," said Calum.  He ran over to Ashton and tackled him as he tried to take a selfie. 

"You suck, mate," Ashton said, laughing.

"If you really want me to," Calum said, making him laugh even harder. 

"Hashtag Cashton!" said Michael in an awkward, high-pitched girl voice. 

"You guys are such dorks," I said, shaking my head but smiling. 

We were hanging out at our hotel room being lazy and pretty much doing nothing.  My mind drifted to that girl I met just yesterday at the airport, Jilly.  She was pushy, rude, strangely optimistic, and two little boys caused her to drench me in her Starbucks coffee thing, whatever it was.  Her best friend -- Kate, or whatever -- tried flirting with me and it was a little weird. 

No, I didn't think she was cute. 

Okay, maybe I did.  Just a little though.  But she was a fan, I mean, she was wearing one of our band tees.  I could have told her who I really was, but I was trying to stay low key for a while.  I didn't want her to freak out and attract attention to me. 

"We've literally been here for two hours, and I haven't even unpacked," I said.  The boys nodded at me, and I wheeled my suitcase into the room Calum and I were staying in. 

I had mixed feelings about Jilly.  The grumpy, asshole part of me never wanted to see her ever again.  The other part of me -- I honestly didn't know what this part of me was -- was kind of interested in learning more about her. 

She said things to me normal people wouldn't say to people they just met.  That "Who ding dong'd in your potatoes" line was my favorite of what she'd said to me. 

I unzipped my suitcase, and my eyes were met with skirts, lace and other types of bras, types of underwear -- just girl stuff.  I couldn't say I was completely disappointed, because there were bras and underwear, and I was, you know, a guy.

"What the hell?" I yelled. 

"Luke, what the flip is your problem?" Calum yelled back, and all three boys entered the room. 

"This isn't my suitcase," I said. 

Ashton walked over and picked up one of the bras.  It was turquoise with small black pokadots everywhere.  "Well, this is cute, Luke.  When did you get such good taste?" he joked. 

"Don't touch it," I said, taking it back and placing it gently back in the suitcase. 

"Jesus, mate, you act like it's alive," Michael said, laughing at me.  Calum and Ashton joined in, and I threw pillows at all three of them. 

"Whose do you think it is?" Ash said, flinging himself onto my bed and resting his arms behind his head. 

"How the hell -- wait," I cut myself off.  "Dammit, Jilly."

"Who the flip is Jilly?  That cute girl you were sitting next to on the plane?" asked Calum.  Prompted by my curious eyebrow raising, he said, "I had to go to the back of the plane -- where you and that Jilly girl were -- to get to the bathroom.  You both were asleep when I walked over, but I saw you guys."

"Calum told us she was wearing a 5SOS shirt," Michael said, grinning.  "Did you tell her who you were?"

I shook my head. 

"Why the flip not?" they all said. 

I shrugged.  "I didn't want her to freak out.  Plus, she spilled coffee on me."