renegades || c.h

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[EDITED]

Noelle's POV

"Let's go to Philippines!" Michael cheered. He looked like a kid who just got a bag of candy. It was so cute.

"Okay. Let's go, losers. Let's fix our bags." Emma said motioning for us to come up. I didn't follow them upstairs, I know that Emma already packed my bags.

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps coming down. It was Calum. I gotta admit, being here kinda made me forget about my parents' death a bit.

"Hey, why are you frowning? Don't you like our company?" he asked punching my face lightly.

"What are we gonna do about my parents?" I asked quietly. Up to this point, I still don't know what to do.

"Uhm... well, when our parents died, we didn't do anything. We just moved to another country." he said frowning a bit. He might have remembered his parents...

"We're ready! Calum get the car ready." Michael hollered. He brought down lots of bags with Ashton and Emma following behind.

"Let's get going! We still need to get the jet ready." Emma said pulling me. Jet? Can we even afford one? Let alone, drive one?

"Jet?" I voiced out my thoughts. Emma nodded and we got in the car.

"Don't you know? We're one of the kind of gangsters that are rich. Our parents were so rich and clever on how to get money and get other stuff. For free." Emma wiggled her eyebrows and we got into the car.

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It was a long and quiet ride to the airport. It was kinda awkward.

"Let's go." Ashton motioned us to follow him. He opened a door and there was a jet there. Not much people were at the airport though.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Christmas? Get in." Calum said pushing us up the step thingy.

When we all got in, the jet took off. Michael fixed our bags, he smiled widely at me. If smiles could be medicine, Michael's smile could cure cancer.

"So, do you know what our parents do now?" Emma chuckled. I nodded. I didn't imagine my parents being gangsters. Let alone, hold a deadly weapon.

"Pretty cool. Huh?" she said standing up and grabbing a bowl full of chips. I just smiled and looked out the window. The sight was beautiful, it was breath taking. I felt someone beside me. It was Michael.

"So.. we have, cool nicknames here. Emma's, Hunter. She likes it because its her last name. Ashton's, Smash. He said he feels like a superhero, all of us do. Calum's, Hoodlum." he laughed.

"He said that, he remembers his family and he's a gangster so he took the name. Luke's; Ro. I think its, because his old friend named him that? Nevermind. I'm Mike-Ro-Wave. I think I picked out that name, because I love food. 'Bout you?" he smiled. He was so talkative. It was cute.

"Um... I don't really know." I mumbled.

"Hey, try to forget about your parents. We did too and look at us now. It's going to be okay." he smiled. "Now, how about that name." he added.

Michael was so comforting, he was talking about how our parents used to go out at night, doing their gang stuff. Apparently, I'm the only one in the gang, who didn't know that their parents' a gangster.

"Picked a name yet?" Emma said sitting down in front of us, drinking beer. I think I'm not sick anymore. Think.

"Wait! Who's flying this thing?" I asked frantically. I swear I'm going to jump off this plane, if I find out that one of us is flying this thing.