Only Average (EDITING)

Chapter one

Lukes P.O.V

"Hey Luke! Get the fuck up man, we gotta go! We're already late!" Ryan screamed at me while throwing a beer can at me head. What. The. Hell, my head is throbbing like I just head banged for five hours straight. I open my eyes and winced at the sun streaming in through the window and fell out of bed trying to get away from the freaking brightness. I hear a light snoring and peek up over to the other side of the bed and see Tina?.... Wait no... Leah?... Ah fuck it who cares. It's not like I didn't just meet her last night. I  look down and see that I'm in last nights boxers and Ryan's still standing in the door way looking pretty pissed. I shrug my shoulders and walk through the maze of beer bottles and stumble into the bathroom.  I turn on the shower and look in the mirror waiting for the water to get hot. Damn! I look like I feel right now. And I feel like crap. I hop in and quickly wash away last nights stink. I get out and find Amanda.... Stacie.... fuck it, whoever this she is, she's in front of the mirror fixing her self. "Want to get breakfast baby?" She asks in a very annoying voice, but hey she's hot and can find another guy tomorrow. So I don't feel as bad for what I'm about to do.

"No, can't." She looks at me with big puppy dog eyes, but that shit does'nt work on me, so I just say "Sorry..." That's when Ryan comes back in and looks at her, then looks at me and shakes his head disapprovingly. But he knows the drill since this happens more then it does'nt. I guess being famous can do that to people. "You should probably leave Rebecca, we have a lot of things to do today and we have to get ready for the show tonight." Ah! That's her name! I thought to myself. She replies with an over exaderated sigh and says "Okay, I guess I'll see you guys tonight at the show, bye baby." With that she kisses me on the cheek and sashays out of the room. I'm not gonna lie, I look.

Thank god shes not like that crazy bitch from three weeks ago, god she was horrible. She threatened to lock herself in my bathroom if I did'nt hangout with her for the rest of the day and when I just left the room to let Ryan handle it, like I always do, she ran into my car and drove off. Ryan had an amused face the whole time I was on the phone with my car insurance and trying to get a rental car worked out. But he has always had my back since 7th grade. That's when I helped him beat up this bully when he was the new kid at school and since then we have been bros.

After I get dressed in a pair of jeans, a plain white v-neck and black vans I walk downstairs and find Jake, Mike, and Ryan sitting in the kitchen drinking beer and eating coco puffs. Jake is the drummer in the band, has dark eyes, dark hair and he's always quite unless it's to cuss or ask something stupid, but that's probably from all the weed. I don't know how he has a model body and gets girls to sleep with him but I guess you don't have to talk a lot as long as you have a ton of money and look decent.

Mike on the other hand is the comedian in the group. He is one of the bass players in the band. He has green eyes and sandy blonde hair, He always has something hilarious to say and never takes anything serious. He's also a player and pops pills now and then but drinks alot. Ryan is usually the one baby sitting his ass by the end of the night. He has a swimmers body type. Long and lean, but I guess girls dig it since he always has a girl on the side.

Ryan is the take charge, fix anything that goes wrong guy in the group. He has blue eyes, blonde shaggy hair, has a good body I guess but is way to serious. He's not a player. He got his heart broken when he was in High school by this stupid bitch Shelby. Ever since then he hasn't been the same. Don't get me wrong he drinks but he defiantly is the most sensible one in the group. I guess someone has to be.

And the best for last me, Luke. I'm 6'2, Ryan is like one inch taller than me but the other guys are shrimps compared to us. Anyway, I have kick ass blue eyes, (girls always compliment them) dark shaggy hair, built like an abricombie model and I'm the only one in the band that doesn't do drugs. I just drink... a lot. Some say that I'm cocky. But I like to think of it as confident. I have never met "the one" if that's even a thing. It could just be a ploy for Hallmark to make more money. And for people that are lonely and find someone that they can stand sometimes, I guess that's love?

The way I grew up was with a dad that was never there and a mom that could take the title of ice queen and own it. They both never, if ever see each other except on holiday's. And even then mom is wasted by appetizers and dad always leaves after thirty minutes at the table "to take a buisness call" I'm the only child and I have been a huge disappointment to my family name since I walked past this music store when I was twelve. I guess no family business for me. Oh darn!

I skip the ceral and chug a beer and we head out to this kick ass new Rolls Royce that I got as a present from Kid Cudi after he heard about phyco bitch fucking up my car. Ryan drives and as always I have shotgun because I'm the shit (and it's my car, I would drive but Ryan has control issues). "So that girl that was in your room this morning seems like a keeper Luke." Mike chuckled. "Shut up man, I was so drunk last night that I guess her voice didn't register in my brain, she had a nice ass though." I responded. "Dude, I don't even know how you picked up any girls last night, you were hitting on yourself in the mirror at the bar, that's how drunk you were." Ryan said in an annoyed voice. I'm guessing he had to help me not drown in my own puke again last night. I shrugged "Yeah, well I mean look at me, I'm hot as fuck, of course I was hitting on my self. " I said with a huge cocky grin on my face. "yeah, yeah. We know how big your ego is, no need to remind us." Ryan responded. I playfully punched his shoulder. "Don't be jealous, it's not a good look for you." I smiled. "Hardee har har, that's a good one bro." He said back with a serious look on his face but I could tell he wasn't too butt hurt about it. So I just turned the music back up and stared out the window zoning out thinking of how I even managed to get it up last night until we get to the venue.

When we got there a group of five guys start unloading the instruments from the van that was following us and started setting up back stage. We still have four hours to kill so I went to the bar and ordered a drink. Alcohol always makes me play better, gives me the 'I don't give a fuck attitude' that my fans love so much. When I get to the bar there was a pretty blonde girl with tattoos all over her arms. I looked over at Mike who joined me at the bar and smiled my 'I'm about to get some ass smile' he starts laughing and when she walks over I nudge him to keep it cool. "What can I get you two?" She asks in a voice that is saying 'don't fuck with me'. But me being me, I don't listen, I like a challenge. "We will take a whisky double on the rocks with a lime twist. And your number." I add with my winning smile.

She starts laughing her ass off and goes to make us our drinks. When she comes back she has a beautiful smile playing on her lips and then looks at this girl sitting a few seats away quietly laughing to herself. She nods her head to her saying to come over for a second. When the brunette bomb shell comes over she climbs over the bar and they start making out. Holy crap that's so hot! "Well maybe both of your numbers." I say with a wink. "Sorry dude, I swing one way and it's toward Jenny here." She looks at her so adoringly it's gross. Mike has been laughing this whole time and I join in. "Alright fair enough, I guess we can be friends then." I say smoothly and wink.

And for the next couple of hours Jenny and the bartender now named Monica talk about nothing really and just shoot the shit. The bar keeps getting more and more packed and Jake and Ryan have joined us to have a few beers. When it's about an hour before our time to go on we say our goodbyes and exchange numbers And give audographs to the fans that notice us. They were really cool chicks, we head back stage to tune our gutairs and get pumped. I can hear the crowd loudly from back here while they listen to one of the local bands that are opening for us 'The Lonely Masses' They are pretty chill dudes and have come to a few of our house parties.

I hear the pounding as the band ends and everyone is screaming our name. I love that sound so much. We head out of the dressing room and walk towards the stage, this is the best feeling in the world. I'm addicted to the adrenaline that comes with performing that I could never see myself give this up. Not for anyone, or anything. I walk into the bright spot light and the crowd goes wild and I hear chicks screaming my name. This is heaven.

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Well I hope you guys liked it:) If I get any readers at all then I will write the second chapter. Love you guys and thanks for reading!!

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