Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Notes

Chapter 2 - Notes

"Ten boxes, beat that, baby!" Michael smirked, thinking he won.

I held up one finger as a 'one second' gesture and counted all the boxes I unpacked. "Twelve boxes. Beaten." I smiled at him, cheerfully. "Order pepperoni pizza. If the topping is anything other than pepperoni or Hawaiian, you lose at life." With that said, I plopped myself down on the extremely soft sofa and let out a sigh.

"Rose," Michael said, getting my attention. "Marry me."

"Nah," I grinned, showing him the ring on my finger. "I'm taken."

"I was just kidding but, really?" He rose his eyebrows in complete surprise. "You're married? At seventeen?"

"Yeah," Pause for dramatic effect . . . "I'm married to Gerard Way."

Michael laughed lightly, shaking his head, he left the living room to order pizza.

I yawned, stretching out my arms. Getting off the sofa, I headed to the staircase lazily. "I'm going upstairs!" I called out. "Bring ice cream with you!"

"Kinky, are we?" He hollered back. I rolled my eyes in response, jogging up the stairs.

When I reached my room, I realised, I hadn't unpacked my stuff yet. Great. More things to do. Argh. I boredly looked through my window to see a piece of paper taped on Luke's window from the inside. On the piece of paper, written in big letters were the words: 'Was I bad?'

At first, I didn't know what he meant, then, I remembered him singing and figured that's what he was asking me about. I opened up the drawer attached to my new desk, hoping there was something inside it. Ashton had stocked it up with a pack of A4 paper and stationary, thank goodness. I quickly unwrapped the pack, pulling out one piece of paper and a black Sharpie. Quickly but surely, I wrote down: 'No, you were great' and taped it on my window.

"Hey, do you have a TV in here?" Michael's voice filled my ears, me turning at the sound of his voice.

"I just moved in, haven't installed it yet." I replied, sitting down on my bed cross legged. Knowing me, I would probably be much too lazy to actually install it and settle on watching Netflix on my laptop.

"Ah, right," He grinned and sat down next to me with two tubs of ice cream and two spoons. "Do you like cookie dough? There were a few other flavours but I couldn't be bothered with carrying them all here so I made a wild guess." Michael shrugged.

"Lucky for you, I love cookie dough." I smiled, snatching one tub and a spoon from him.

Suddenly, there was a 'bonk' on my window. My first instinct? Hide under the bed. Second instinct? Find out what it was.

"What was t-" Michael started but another 'bonk' interrupted him.

I stood up, placing the ice cream on my desk. Cautiously, I approached my window, stripped off the paper and opened the window. Luke had changed the note on his window, it now said: 'Thanks, Irwin.' A smile found it's way to my face when I read what he wrote. So maybe, he didn't think I was creepy. Hopefully not.

"What's this?" Michael pulled the paper out of my hand and read the words. "Uh, did you frickle frackle with someone?" He questioned, waving the note around with a cheeky smirk on his face.

My cheeks turned bright crimson and I attempted to get it back. "No! Michael, give it back!" I whined, like a six-year old.

He laughed. "You did, didn't you? Who was it?" Michael then chose that moment to look over my shoulder and see the note on Luke's window. A smirk grew on his face. "Was it Hemmings?"