Independence Day

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Luke's P.O.V.

"She's not reading books!" I shouted into my microphone.

I could feel the whole stadium singing along word for word and it felt amazing.

I could see Christine in the front row, of course not knowing any words and blocking fans view with her poster that read "I'm Luke's Penguin!". It doesn't even make since. To be honest, Christine was pure torture. I tried really hard to be nice, but I'm about done with her. She reminds me of my old girlfriend, Miranda Cosgrove. Who claimed to like my music but didn't know a single word, and was just as clingly. Turns out, I didn't have to break up with her, she was cheating on me. I'm perfectly fine with that though.

After I got off stage, I felt a suctioning feeling on my skin for a second, then it released. There of course, was Christine with some type of squeezy thing.

"What are you doing?" I asked as politley as I could.

"Collecting your sweat," she answered like it was obvious.

"I have to go shower," I said quickly.

Run Lucas, run. Get away from that minecraft creeper. I let my 65 foot legs carry me as fast as they could, and went into our dressing room and flung myself in the shower.

Hola La Feef.

Just as I was stepping out, I saw a flash go across the room. I then heard a creepy laugh.

"Um, hello?" I said.

Still no response.

I then saw blonde, noodle hair flash across the room, with a camera! No, Liz will kill me if La Feef gets leaked!

I quickly tied a towel around my waist and began to chase after the Ramen Noodles.

"Get back here!" I yelled.

At this point, everyone backstage in the venue was staring at me, but I didn't care. I cannot get in trouble from my mum.

I saw Christine run into where One Direction are doing fan Meet and Greets. Think Lucas, do you really want a Liz Punishment or would you rather go in a possibally empty room with a towel?

My answer was obvious. I quickly burst through the door to find a whole flock of fans here. It's okay, they still haven't noticed the wild, partially naked Luke yet.

If I ran behind the cameras, the fans would see me, so I crawled behind the tables to begin my search for Christine.

Being the clumsy person I am, my towel got caught in one of the table legs and the table did seven somersaults, unwrapping my towel. Of course, placing me in front of the fans, right when the picture was taken.

"Whoops, um, meet La Feef?"