You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 13• Barney the Purple Dinosaur

Leyla's POV

"I don't know what to do." Michael's groan was a symphony of boredom.

"I told you, we're going to do something. You just have to wait."

"Please don't tell me it involves singing," he mumbled.

"Not you," I smirked. "But kind of."

He buried his face in his hands as we waited for the choir to start. I watched as they filed out of a small room backstage, the girls in white dresses, the men in black. Jovi's hair was in a bun, Jaja's in a ponytail, and Faith's was held back by a hairband. Xiana walked up to our row, holding a basket.

"Cell phones, please," she said. The boys groaned, but Ashton and Erika handed theirs over without a word.

Luke protested. "How are we going to know which one is ours?"

"Don't worry," Jasmine said from my right side. "Every aisle has its own basket. And, you know, just don't be stupid."

We all snickered, and Luke pouted. The grand piano began to play, and I knew it was about to start.

"Above all powers, above all sins, above all nature and all created things..."

I watched my friends on stage. They looked so awkward, but they managed to sing. They were fidgeting with the clothes I was sure they'd borrowed.

"Crucified and laid behind the stone, you lived to die, rejected and alone..."

Three songs later, they filed off the stage, sweaty and relieved. They sat down with the other boys.

"So, how was it?" I asked them.

"It was fun!" Jovi said, breathless.

"Tiring," Jaja mumbled.

"Not so great," Faith added.

Only Jovi seemed to have enjoyed it. I knew I couldn't push them too far.

"Okay, you guys behave while me, Michael, Luke, and Calum go to... the room." I stood and coaxed the boys to follow.

I led them down a corridor and stopped them with my hand. "You guys need to change. Your clothes are... well, they're not appropriate." I gestured to the suggestive slogans on Michael and Calum's shirts. Luke's shirt was fine.

"Do we have to change?" Michael whined.

"You don't have to," I said, opening the door. "I'll just give you some white sheets to cover them."

We walked into a room full of children, ages four to thirteen, who were sitting in a circle. They all looked up at us, and I gave them a small nod and a smile. They immediately erupted, screaming my name and running toward me. I laughed as I stumbled and fell to the floor, swarmed by small bodies.

"Leyla, you're back!"

"I missed you so much!"

"Please play with us again!"

"You brought us more players!"

I laughed, accepting their hugs and kisses. "Settle down, guys!" They did, going back to their places. "Anyway," I said, fixing my hair. "These are my friends. Don't attack them. They have their own egos." The guys rolled their eyes, and I stuck my tongue out. I walked over to a closet and flicked on the light.

"Hey," a voice said.

I yelped, startled, and my arm hit a box of crayons, sending them scattering. I glared at Janelle. "Don't do that. Seriously."

She laughed. "Sorry. I just want to know who the visitors are."

"Why? Have a crush on one already?" I teased. She slapped the back of my head. "Ouch."

"I'm just curious. You never invite anyone," she said. I rolled my eyes and started picking up the crayons. I put them back in the box and tried to reach a stack of white sheets on the top shelf.

"You know you can't reach that, right?" Janelle said.

"Wow, thanks. Be useful and help me?"

"I can't reach it either," she mumbled.

"Then go get some help!" I said. She scurried out, and I heard her call for someone. I tried again, but before I could reach the sheets, two hands reached over me. I was cornered, with a dark shadow hovering over me. I turned and saw Luke. He held the white sheets in his hands.

He stepped closer, and I wanted to back away, but the shelf behind me wouldn't let me. His eyes were staring into mine, as if he was searching for something. I bit my lip nervously.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

He didn't answer. His lips were parted, and he slowly lowered his head. My hands went to his chest to push him away, but I couldn't. I was frozen.

"Luke, I have to go," I said, groaning. He snapped out of his trance and stepped back.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I shook my head. "There's nothing to be sorry for. Let's just go." I walked out and ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. Why did he do that? That was so out of line. But then my inner voice said, You let him, though. No. I was in shock. Nothing happened. I can forget about it in three seconds. Just like always.

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I opened my eyes, and Michael and Calum were staring at me, looking weirded out. I shrugged. They were already wearing the white sheets.

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"Now kids, let's say goodbye to our visitors," I announced sweetly.

They chorused their goodbyes, then grabbed their belongings and ran out to meet their parents. I sat down on a plastic chair, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Phew, I'm exhausted," Janelle said, sitting next to me, her face covered with a towel.

"You could say that again." I looked at the boys. Their white sheets were covered in paint, crayon, and who knows what else. They looked like masterpieces.

Wait a second. Shit, I left Fat Rainbow all alone. Oh well, she's a smart cat. She'll be fine.

I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was Calum.

"What?" I asked.

"I want to go now." He pouted.

"Then go on. Nobody's stopping you."

"Aren't you coming?"

"Yes, you dumb-dumb." I rolled my eyes. He laughed and took my hand.

"See you next week, Janelle!" he said.

She waved tiredly. "Take care."

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Sorry, had to leave it there. Any who, you guys know what to do and I know what to do.

First thing I'm gonna say is sorry for the whole wait.

And second, please vote or comment for any opinion on this one :-).

Thank you, love you lots!

-Nina.