"Trouble?" I heard a familiar Australian accent.
Looking up, I saw a blur of blue.
"Oh. Er hey Michael," I smiled, doing my best to hide my tears. I will not cry with strangers.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the spot next to me on the bench.
"Sure. I'll go,"
"No, please. You look sad. Whats up? You usually look so cheery," he spoke, perching on the bench.
My cheeks went red.
"Well, I found out that my long distance relationship is no longer. He cheated on me," I sighed.
"Oh my god. He's an arse. Listen, he doesn't deserve a girl like you," his pale cheeks turned a light pink.
"Thanks Michael. But I'm not bothered. Not really surprised either. I hate boys, no offence," I shrugged.
"Your a foster kid then?"
"How did you know?"
"Calum Thomas Hood,"
"Ah. Well, yeah. Guess I am. Its just bollocks," I scrunched up my nose.
He looked sympathetic.
"Well Trouble, I got band practice now with Ash, Luke and Cal. Wanna come?"
"Sure," I stood up with Michael.
I saw that Heather was already here, sitting on the couch with Ashton. He smiled at us before jumping up and running to his drums. Sally was playing Mario with Luke. Luke scampered to his guitar. I flopped next to Heather.
They sung a song that I knew well. Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. I even found myself mouthing along.
The band was amazing. But Michael. Oh my god. The way he flicked his fringe out of his eyes, the way his fingers moved so effortlessly, changing the chords of the melody. And his voice. Amazing. Calum looked adorable when he sang. His brown eyes meeting mine and giving me the occasional grin. Luke's blue eyes met mine. He looked so relaxed. Ashton's cheeky grin made him look even more happy than he usually is. This band was great. They finished, me, Heather and Sally grinning at each other.
"What you girls think?" Calum grinned at us.
"You guys are great!" Heather smiled, Ashton going red as she flashed him a smirk.
"What about you, T?" Michael asked me.
"Amazing. Gerard would be proud. You need to teach me how to play guitar," I laughed.
"Apparently, you need to teach us how to play COD. Sally said you are really good," Luke explained, making me blush slightly.
"Well," I said, flicking my fringe in a sassy form, "hate to brag. But yeah, Im pretty skilled,"
"Go on then," Luke smirked, putting the disc in the Xbox drive.
"Ok. May the odds ever be in your favour Hemmings. Your going down," I raised and eyebrow, challenging him.
After playing for half an hour, I was beating him.
"Ready to taste my victory!" I grinned.
"Hmm. Maybe you are pretty skilled. Please teach us, oh wise one," Michael giggled, kneeling down and putting his arms out, as if he was worshiping me.
"Of course, my fine warrior. We start after food. Aka tea. Come on guys. We need feeding," I say, standing up to leave and placing the controller back.
"No! Stay here! For tea, I'll order pizza and noodles," Ashton frantically jumped up, grabbing the phone.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. We need tuition we start straight after tea,"
"Ok," I stretched.
Michael exchanged the COD for Mario.
"BAGZIE MARIO! DIBS PADLOCK WHATEVER IM MARIO SHUT UP!" I screamed, leaping for the controller that Michael threw me. I dived, landing across the couch, quickly selecting Mario. Sally was Yoshi, Heather was Princess Peach Luke was Luigi, Calum was Wario, Michael was Bowser and Ash was Donkey Kong.
After an hour of racing, I had won three gold cups.
"HA STUFF YOU FUCKERS EAT MY SHORTS. I AM YOUR REIGNING CHAMPION. HAHA!" I shouted just as Mario flew past the finish line.
Michael came second.
"Oh you little shi- I mean mistress. Please teach me your ways of, the Xbox," he did a dramatic voice, gesturing everywhere.
"I hate Mario," Ashton pouted, pushing his controller away.
"Yeah, because your stuck behind a tree, and have been since the first lap," I face-palmed, "Oh bless you my dear warriors. For you have so much yet too learn. My tutorials shall stop you from being shit. My foster brother, Joe, he taught me. Your final test shall be against him. For he is the master. Ok, Im hungry, when's the food due?" I spoke too soon.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Now," Ashton grinned, those dimples showed and Heather was in love with him. Her blue eyes wide. Ashton payed the man and shoved all the food on the coffee table. I sat in the corner.
"Ok I'll just get my drink!" I said, finding my coke from my jacket. Coming back to the couch, Michael was sat in my spot.
"You probably didn't know, so I shall let this be a warning, you're in my spot," I pursed my lips.
"Sit on my knee then," he said, rape facing me and patting his lap.
"Im fat and I will kill you, shift," I folded my arms.
Michael stood up and pulled me on his knee.
"Your well light. What you on about?"
"Your really strange. Now shush, Doctor Who's on," I silenced the room before taking a tub of noodles and shoving them down my neck.
