I finally got home, and God, Gus jumped up the couch. Oh, I need to place all the belongings of Gus. Placing Gus' bed, Gus began barking.
I guess she saw the replica of my broomstick. "Calm down, Gus, that's just my broomstick." Gus kept barking, and I rolled my eyes.
After I finished placing and decorating the house, I walked up to my room and threw myself on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Mikey. About the Philippines thing, yes, I am going there. I don't know if I should bring Gus along with me or nah.
I had my arms out wide, legs out wide, and felt fur resting on me. I looked at my side, and saw Gus curled into a ball. I coiled my arm around her, and cuddled.
-Michael-
So, today we're going home at London and we actually hadn't told Lyndon yet. We'll be arriving at home by 2:00 in the morning.
Let me tell you something. I'm deeply in love with Lyndon. Her beautiful blue eyes reminds me of Luke's. Her brown hair shining whenever she's outside the backyard playing soccer.
Her being so polite. Her around babies. Her being a Hemmings. Her being so forgetful at such a young age was cute. It's cute because her reaction was so cute when she realize things she wasn't suppose to do.
Her favorite song is Smile by Uncle Kracker. It's really weird why she liked that song that never got popular. "Because the song doesn't have to be popular," she said.
"Hey, Mikey, whe--- What're you doing to my picture with Lyndon?" Luke asked, walking up to me. I looked up at him. "I know, you love her."
I gave him a fade smile. "Let's go, I just need to find where my suitcase is." Luke's like Lyndon. Sometimes forgetful.
"It's under the bed," I reminded him. He face-palmed himself, and knelt down at the carpeted floor, grabbing the suitcase. I gave him the picture frame, and headed out the hotel.
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-Lyndon-
It was 2:00 A.M in the morning and I heard footsteps. I turned my lampshade on, and squinted my eyes. I shoved the blanket all over Gus, and headed to the door. I saw 4 figures.
"Luke!" I yelled. I ran off and hugged him. "Oh my God! I missed you guys so much! Why didn't you guys told me you were here?"
"Surprise?" Calum said, unsure. I shook my head in disappointment, and just stared at Mikey to admire his face. "Stop staring at him!"
"Shut up, I was about to sleep when you guys walked so loudly," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I better go to sleep now."
Everyone went to bed, except Mikey who's on my room. "What're you doing here, Clifford? It's my room and yours is next to Ashton's."
"I know. Can't we have just a little chat?" Mikey questioned. I grabbed my sketchbook and my color pencils. Opening up to where I left off, Mikey said, "Oh! It's me!"
"Low your voice down, Clifford," I told him. He did lowered his voice, but he kept smiling. I love the way he smiles. I know he's kind of a bad boy but when he smiles, you can see the good of him.
"You got every bits of it correctly," he whispered, leaning like a little child in kindergarten. He had his arms crossed and it was squished by him on the table. Oh my gosh, he's so adorable! :3
"Thank you," I said, coloring the green dyed hair of his. Yes, I am coloring the dyed hair of his because I haven't done it yet since yesterday. "So, how's LA?"
"Good," he replied, scratching the back of his head. "We went to the pol----"
"I know, Luke told me," I said, cutting Mikey off. "What's wrong with you guys? Run around Los Angeles in your superhero costumes?!"
"We're sorry," he said, getting up and heading towards the door. Before he gets out of my room, I ran towards him. "I know you'll catch up."
"Shut up, Clifford," I murmured on the back of his neck. I have no idea why I did this. Do I love him? Do I? Well, at least one question to be answered.
"Ahem," coughed Luke. He was standing in front of Ashton's bedroom door, and glaring at us. "I suspect nothing is happening?"
"No," I denied. "Nothing at all, Luke."
"Better be," he said, walking off down the living room. Why is he so grumpy lately? Like, he'd Professor McGonagall. But, a male version. More like Snape.
"He's been grumpy lately because he's a little disappointed about the LA thing back at California," Mikey explained. I leaned on my side, and crossed my arms. "He's a bit mad at you, too."
"Oh," I gushed. I looked down in guilt. Sure. We protected each other. But sometimes, there's a misunderstanding between me and Luke. "Let me talk to him."
Mikey nodded, and headed on his room. I made my way to the living room, and there is Luke, sitting by the coffee table. "Hey."
"Hey," he greeted back, but, a little hint of disappointment in his voice. "I know you told mum."
"No, I didn't. I haven't even talked to her yet," I argued. Him having a straight face. The others were deeply asleep. Luke tilted his head at me, and gave me not a single blink. He just stared at me. "Stop staring at me, Luke. You know how I don't like people staring at me."
"I know. Let me see your phone. Check if you don't have the recent call from or to mum," he said. I handed him my phone, and he went straight to the contacts, completely ignoring my new wallpaper of him and me. "If you think I completely ignored the wallpaper, no."
A smile formed on my lips, and my arms wrapped around him. I rested my head on his shoulder. It feel so good being with your siblings that had been in a long journey without you. Its like you guys are collided again, and it feels like you don't want to let them go again. To all the people that had siblings, we (You and siblings) sometimes fight, but at the end, they'll always be there for you. Whoa, this paragraph became an advice. It still helped, doesn't it?
