little things (l.t + l.h) ♕

four. unpredictable // ella

My forehead stuck to the car window, my skull vibrating with every jagged bump the car hit on the dark, asphalt pavement. Commotion surrounded me at all angles; fingers drumming on the dashboard, bickering conversations about pointless topics, Metallica playing on the radio very loudly, all of it deafening to the human ear.

My eyes darted around the small area I was contained in, getting small glimpses of everything everyone was doing. A slight ache crept up my temples, spikes of pain shooting through various places.

"Would you guys shut up? You're giving me a headache!" I screamed over them, their conversations dropped.

Leaning against Ashton -- who resided beside him, Luke laid his long, and skinny legs across my lap, the toes of his vans barely touching the door I pressed my shoulder against.

"Someone's in a mood."

I shot Luke a glare, earning closed lip smile from him.

"Yeah, a mood to kick your ass."

Michael snorted from the drivers seat, a grin cracked across his face, visible in the mirror that stuck to the windshield.

"There will be no ass kicking in my car, young lady."

Crossing his arms, Luke pouted out his bottom lip, and closed his eyes, though his face still pointed in my direction.

"Yah, Ella, no ass kicking in Mikey's car."

Patting his knee, I chuckled softly, looking at his relaxed face.

"He didn't say outside the car. It's on, Lukey, it's on."

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"Ella Irwin I swear to god!"

Giggling, I threw my hand out, my fingers grabbing a fist full of his blonde hair, the gel causing my hands to become sticky, the shiny substance rubbing off onto my fingers.

Pulling, Luke's neck bent down in the direction I yanked the hair, causing him to wince.

"I'm gonna kill you!" He snapped, though humor danced inside his voice.

"Not if I kill you first!" I shrieked as I ran my hand down his red plaid shirt, causing a small smear of the clear hair gel to form a vertical line.

Raising his eyebrows, Calum stared at us, his line of vision partially blocked by the herbal tea he held, his palm covering the Starbucks logo that bore itself on the side of the clear cup.

He pulled the cup down, away from his face, exposing it completely to the sunlight, which beat down with a severe passion from the cloudless sky, causing beads of sweat to form upon Calum's forehead.

The sound of tires rolling and crunching across the torn apart asphalt entered my ears, and I turned in the direction the sound flowed from, a red car moving into my vision.

Coming to a halt, the car stopped beside Michael's, the sun bouncing off the hood, the color of the paint seeming to glow in the shimmer of the light.

Blonde hair peeked over the top of the passenger side door as a tall, skinny figure stood from their position on the seat.

"Hello lads."

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helllllllooooo!

we are so, so sorry this chapter is so awfully short, but we both agreed this was a good way to end the chapter. please be sure to comment and vote. lots of love 💓 grace && tiffany