As my phone began buzzing on the nightstand beside me, I sighed. It wasn't late but I was tired and I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
I picked up the phone anyways, biting my lip as Michael's name flashed across the screen. I pressed 'Answer' and put it against my ear.
"Hello?" I mumbled into the phone, leaning my head against the wall as I waited for Michael's voice to beam through.
It sounded as if he was moving a lot, and there were voices in the background, making me huff impatiently because I knew he was mumbling something to them.
"Hey," He chirped quickly, clearing his throat, "Get dressed. I'm coming to pick you up right now."
I was confused because right after, he hung up, which I was sick of because he only ever just randomly ended the call without notifying me.
Nonetheless, I stood up from my bed and changed into my black jeans and Real Friends band tee.
My Mom wasn't home, as usual, she usually wasn't. I usually left her a note when I leave when it's late, but they always end up in the garbage because I put them there when I come back. Frankly, I don't think she knows if I ever leave the house now because she's always leaving first.
Just as I pulled on a thin black sweater, I heard Michael walk across the lawn (his boots didn't make him sound quiet).
I grabbed my phone again and ran down the stairs, opening the door to reveal Michael standing in front of me.
"Why are you picking me up, exactly?" I asked, following him out after closing the door. We walked down the street a bit until we reached a car, where he then answered me simply, "I want you to join us for band practice."
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Inside the car, there was another boy in the back. He was unfamiliar to me, and he talked with a thick accent and he was quite loud. If I remember correctly, Michael had called him Ashton, or Andrew, I can't remember since he only said the name once.
We arrived to a house and I got out slowly, biting my lip. All of this was unfamiliar to me, but I was with Michael so I felt safe. He was like a big brother to me, so I knew that I could trust him no matter what.
Michael led me inside with Ashton behind me, which made me a bit nervous because he had his fingertips pressed lightly against my back as we walked into the house.
I ignored it and continued following Michael, who led us to the kitchen where I finally saw two people that I recognized.
Luke and Calum where in the room, with Luke sitting on the counter and Calum sitting at the table, phone in hand.
"I brought someone along, if that's okay," Michael smirked, watching as Luke looked up quickly, blushing with a grin when he made eye contact with me. I only smiled back, now just remembering that Luke was in Michael's band.
Calum didn't seem phased, he just sat there,
completely uninterested.
Luke slid off of the counter, running a hand through his hair quickly, "Let's go then," He murmured, nudging Calum's shoulder before jogging out of the kitchen.
We all followed him in a line, me still holding onto my best friends back. The room that we were led into was quite large, with cement walls and a rug on the floor that had a drum set on it.
In the corner was an unmade bed with a couch in the opposite corner, where I was welcomed to sit.
Everything seemed set up, but I was amused as each boy fumbled with a separate instrument. Ashton (or Andrew) sat at the drums, adjusting the toms. Michael wasn't doing anything except standing there with his guitar, along with Luke.
In the corner of my eye, I could see Ashton looking at me past the drums. I smiled weakly at him, shifting on the couch because it was rather uncomfortable, and Ashton smiled back with a wink.
I blushed and looked away, uncomfortable with more than one thing now.
"Jem?"
My head snapped up at the sound of my name, blushing to see Luke looking at me. He was the only one who seemed unoccupied now, because Calum just seemed bored and Michael and Ashton were talking (I'm sure it's Ashton, now).
"You seem bored," Luke mumbled, siting beside me, still holding his guitar. I only shrugged, looking at him, "I'm tired, I guess." I sighed, leaning back into the couch.
Luke laughed softly, nodding, "I don't know why Michael brought you, these are always really boring. It won't be long though." He says, smiling at me before clearing his throat.
"I like your shirt. Great band." He says softly, glancing down. I looked down too as if I forgot the shirt that I was wearing, "Thanks, I, um, I like your hair?"
What the fuck.
Luke grinned and I noticed how he bit down on his black lip ring, "Yeah, it's nice." He chuckles, pretending to fix it.
"Can we get started, now?" Ashton groaned, interrupting us by hitting the floor tom loudly with the drumstick. I huffed, looking at him only to see him looking at me and Luke.
Luke sighed and rolled his eyes at him before getting up, smiling at me before they decided on what things to do.
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so basically ashton is a fuckhead and luke is a sweetheart and jem is v v quiet
it'll get better i promise !! i have things planned ahh
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