Luke's POV
"Luke are you okay?" Ashton calls, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Hmm?" I mumble, looking up. I see the three of them standing there, waiting to rehearse, "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Just thinking. I'm sorry guys." I start to get up, grabbing my guitar as I go.
"You're obviously not in the right state of mind for rehearsal. What's going on, Luke?" Calum asks, sitting down beside me. Michael and Ashton also come over.
I sigh and lean my head back against the back of the couch, "There's something weird going on with Molly."
"How so?" Michael inquires, "I mean, Molly is kind of weird. But that's just Molly as a person."
"We weren't gonna make rent this month," I start.
"You could've asked for our help, Luke," Ashton cuts in, frowning at me.
"I appreciate that, but no thank you," I assure him, "But anyways, tips were low and with the plane tickets and everything, I was fucking screwed. I spent one night going through every single piece of clothing I had, trying to make sure I didn't miss any cash or anything. I was looking for another job and shit too. Anyways, that night, I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. When I went over to the kitchen living room area, Molly was standing there claiming she was looking for her earbuds. She told me she was gonna check her jacket, and I went back to bed. When we were leaving the next morning, I found two twenties in my jacket pocket and one in my wallet. At work I found another one in my pants pocket almost as soon as I got there. When I got home that night, I went to put tips in the money jar, and there was another twenty in there."
"Sounds like you are blind as fuck," Calum jokes.
I shake my head no, "I checked everything in that apartment multiple times. There's no way in hell I missed one hundred dollars in twenties. I think Molly's planting money around the apartment."
"Where would she even get the money from?" Michael asks quietly, "You said she's in her room most of the time anyways."
"No. She's goes into her room, locks the door, and sneaks out through the window. She does it every night after she thinks I go to bed. She doesn't realize that the first escape makes so much noise. I can see her figure climbing in and out of her window. What if she's getting into, like, drugs and shit?" I mumble, terrified, "I mean, the police are almost positive that Drew overdosed on something, and that's how she died. What if Molly's taking out feelings about Drew like this?"
"I think you're being a little paranoid, Luke. For all you know, she just had a little extra cash from your parents or something that they wanted to give you without outright giving it to you. Just watch her. And I wouldn't dare say anything unless money just keeps showing up," Ashton advises, making me feel somewhat better.
"I wish money would just start appearing for us," Calum jokes, nudging Michael. We all laugh at his joke.
"Come on boys," Ash calls, getting up, "let's finally start rehearsal now that therapy is over." I roll my eyes but smile wider. Calum and Michael stand up as well.
"Hey, please don't let Molly know about this. I don't want her to feel bad or anything like that. Molly tends to blame everything on herself for some stupid ass reason," I speak up, grabbing my guitar.
"We won't, Luke," Michael assures me, "Now let's fucking rehearse." I laugh and join my bandmates.
