I get woken up by loud banging in the kitchen area. When I walk down, I find Ashton banging spoons onto my skillets.
"What on the earth are you doing, Ashton! Some people are trying to sleep." I say running my fingers through my bed head.
"Actually, you're the only one." Ashton cheeky smiles as everyone is laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I ask.
"Well, you, honestly." Calum says before laughing again
"What's so funny about me?"
"Your clothes are half way off." Ashton says from behind me as I look down at my outfit. My shorts are almost completely off, and my T-shirt is somehow tucked under my bra.
"Well, don't look." I say running back to my room. Not going to lie, it was pretty funny.
I grab extra clothes and shower before returning to the boys.
"She's fully clothed, guys!" Luke says cheering and clapping.
"Shut up. It was a rough night, okay?" I say grabbing a fruit bar and chomping down on it.
"Ooh, that's what those noises were!" Ashton says to Calum, laughing their asses off
"Ew! Gross! No! I wouldn't! No offense, Michael. But...no!" I say closing my eyes.
"None taken," Michael says as he laughs.
"I've got to go. I'm already late, Blake is going to kill me." I say grabbing my house keys and slipping out the door.
I get to the park, but Blake is nowhere to be found. I wait a few extra minutes when I spot him coming my way.
"Hey!" I smile as he sits beside me.
"Hey, Madi." No smile. That's unusual.
"What do you have planned for today?" I ask, trying not to annoy him.
"Same as yesterday, I suppose." He just shrugs. It looks like he hasn't slept all night.
"Oh, okay. Lets go then." I smile and stand.
We slowly make our way to the ice-cream shoppe, and Blake is finally smiling.
We order our usual, and take our seat.
"So, I see you're befriending the rest of the gay band." Blake smirks as he licks his ice-cream.
"They're not gay, they're punk. Blake, just because you don't like Michael doesn't mean you have to hate the others." I lick my ice-cream and look at Blake.
"What if I don't like the others, either?" He leans back in the Booth and another smirk appears on his face.
"Okay, seriously, stop. Michael is a cool guy, and if you'd take the time out of your shitty attitude, maybe you'd realize that. The other guys are pretty cool too. You have no reason to hate on people who have done nothing to you." I say firing at him. This was the first argument we've had since last month.
"Wow. Uhm, yeah. I'm gonna go." Blake says leaving the Booth.
"Blake, wait," I try, but he leaves anyway.
I sit in the same seat for another fifteen minutes when the band walks in.
"Hey, Madison." Calum says sitting across from me. Luke beside him, then Ashton. Michael sits beside me.
"Hi," I choke out and force a smile.
"What's wrong? What'd he do this time?" Mikey asks, a concerned look upon his face.
"He called your band gay, and we had an argument." I say, innocently licking my lips.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. He was taken aback and left. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me, we didn't argue..yet!"
"What are you guys up to?''
"We just finished band practice, and we don't know what we're doing with our lives here at the moment," Ashton says, making me crack a smile. "Ah, there's that smile!"
I smile even more. "Thank you, Ashton." I say as I take a sip of Michael's milkshake. "If this place makes you fat, why are you here?" I ask.
"Because I had a feeling you were here and needed a friend." Michael smiles and the twinkle returns, making me smile too.
"Yeah, well..I'm here and I do." I rest my head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Mikey. I love you." I hug him.
"I love you too."
Even if Blake got mad, I have a happy Mikey.
