Chloe's POV
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"I want to watch Doctor Who!" I was whining at Luke who had the remote.
"No its crap," he shuddered, holding Sally to him, "what do you wanna watch babe?"
"Grand designs!" Sally screeched, her arms flailing.
We all gave a big sigh. She was my sister but she couldn't choose a good programme to save her life.
"No. No Grand Designs. That is a really shit programme. Oooo, C, Dance Moms is on!" Heather clapped her hands in excitement.
Me and Heather love Dance Moms. Every time me Sal and Heather have a sleepover, we put the whole series on Netflix and just sit there laughing at Abby's tantrums.
"Put it on you fag!" I demanded, throwing popcorn at Luke, which lodged in his lip ring.
"WHAT A SHOT!" Michael yelled before entering into a laughing fit.
Luke glared at me, before chuckling himself. I quickly took a picture and uploaded it to twitter.
@TroublesTwitter @LukeRHemmings Im on the floor laughing. I should go into the army.
"Lolatron!" Heather giggled, smacking her knee like a demented seal.
Then something caught my attention. There was the massive bowl of popcorn me, Mikey and Cal were sharing. Michael had his hand in, took a load, crammed it in his mouth, brought his hand over the bowl and sort of sprinkled into it, what ever little atoms or particles were on his finger back into the bowl.
"Michael pack it in," I hissed at him.
"He does it all the time. He has like an OCD, he washes his hands twenty times a day," Cal shrugged.
"Stop it. Its a habit. I also have to double knot my shoe laces, and I can't sleep if the bed sheet comes off," Michael went red, or was that the reflection off Maddie's dress?
"Me too, high five!" I gasped, high five-ing him.
After Dance Moms had ended, we debated what to do next.
"Lets play would you rather like Dan and Phil do!" I suggested.
"Yeah ok," Sally shrugged, "Ok guys would you rather, eat a toe nail, or drink orgasm,"
"Ewww Sally Marie, thats just disgusting," Heather shuddered.
"Eat a toe nail," Ash pretended to wretch.
We all agreed.
"Guys, since we now know Sally's middle name, what's everyone else's?" Luke grinned.
Luke's was Robert, Ash's was Fletcher, Cal's was Thomas, and Heather's was Eileen.
"I refuse to say mine, its tragic," Michael whined.
"Can't be worse than mine, Frances," I spat quickly.
"Thats well pretty. Try Gordon,"
"Awwwww thats so cute, Michael Gordon Clifford. Oooo it has a cool ring," I nodded.
"Chloe Frances Taylor, huh? Suites you,"
"She was meant to be called Claire after Claire Frances. Hey Claire!" Sally beemed at me.
"Eat poo Sally," I snapped at her.
"What a comeback," Luke grinned at my glare.
"Shut up. I don't want to think about my childhood. It was crap. Just shut up," I sighed, burring my face into Michael's arm.
"C, you ok," He lifted my head away and put his arm around me.
"Yeah, lets just change the topic. Erm, tea? My tummy is hungry!" I protested.
"Pizza!" Michael got up and ordered.
Gathered around the table, we began to eat our pizza. Everyone was awkwardly silent.
Michael kept giving me nervous looks and kept hugging me. It made me really insecure for no apparent reason and I kept wiggling free of his arms. He could sense something was wrong. The atmosphere in the room was just too tense. You could cut the tension with a knife it was that bad. A small tear rolled down my cheek but I fiercely wiped it away. I don't cry.
"C, you don't have to pretend to be ok. I don't want you to have all this on your chest and think you can't tell me. It worries me that you feel like you can't talk to me about stuff. I am here for you," Michael gave me a grin and I gave him a grin back.
"Thanks Mikey, but seriously, I'm fine. It doesn't matter," I shrugged, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Ok, sleeping arrangements?' Luke asked.
"Me and Heather on the bean bags on the floor, you and Sally on that couch and Mikey, C and Cal can sleep on that couch," Ash pointed at us all, making his decisions.
I ended up lying on Michael and Cal lying on me. An awkward thing to do but actually quite comfy.
Luke's POV
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I couldn't sleep, even though I was bloody shattered. Sally kept kicking me and elbowing me.
"Sally! Stop it!" I hissed at her.
"Sorry," she whispered, climbing off the couch. I peered over at Michael, Chloe and Cal who were all asleep on the same couch. Michael at the bottom, Cal on the top and C sandwiched between. They all looked so peaceful and like they all got on really well together. Ash and Heather looked like the most adorable couple ever.
"Here, Sal, you go on the couch, I'll sleep on the floor," I got up and gave her a hug.
"Aw, thanks Lukey," she yawned and curled up on the couch. I led on the floor with a blanket cucooning me.
"Night, babe," I whispered.
"Night Lukey,"
