When we got back to Dad's house no one was home. Michael went into the living room to watch some TV while I packed my bag. I chucked in a bunch of band tops and my five pairs of skinnies. I grabbed a couple of my Hollister trackies and threw in my onesie too. A few shorts, some tights, my favourite pajama shorts and pajama tops too. I stuffed in some of my underwear, secretly hiding it beneath the massive pile of other clothes. After I had slung in a bunch of random makeup and my straightners and other essentials I was ready to go. My bag over my shoulder, I yelled for Michael.
"Mikeeeyyy!!! I'm ready!"
"Cominggggg!" He yelled back excitedly.
We ran out into the car, it was pouring with rain. He threw my bag into the back and pushed me into the front seat with him. He was always pushing me.
"Right, back to the bus!" he shouted, still going along with the fact that we were slaying a dragon.
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Don't Stop
FanfictionWhen Lola meets her new step-brother, Michael, she doesn't think its much of a big deal. Until she meets his band mates and ends up falling for Luke Hemmings.
