Take You - Janoskians

Chapter 8

A/N: IT'S HERE, AND IT'S BETTER THAN EVER! loljk.

omg it's finally done and it's not even good heheheheh

so I was contemplating putting drama in then I decided that this story is boring so I put some drama in. typical typical, hey.

ANYWAY I am putting random things about the Janoskians who by the way are amazing cough cough cough and myself in the authors note because I am a faggot. so comment to ask ANYTHING or the number of votes I will put random things lul.

ex oh ex ily all

~ Tee

LET'S SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE. :') <3

their voices make me happy.

ok.

Luke and I stand outside in the cool night air. my hair blows softly around my face. "Luke," I murmur. "how drunk are we?"

"pretty freaking drunk."

"uh. this is your fault."

"shhh."

"I can't feel my arm."

"okay."

there is a pause before he asks,

"do you need a bandaid?"

I giggle. "probably."

the cool air brushes against us, and I grab Luke's arm. "lets go somewhere, Lukey." I say playfully. he stands there with a thoughtful expression. I watch him expectantly. i can already feel the alcohol wearing off and the headache coming in. ugh.

"Jess." Luke says suddenly.

"do you like me?" I look at him, confused. I cock my head.

"I don't know you." I say slowly.

he sighs. "okay. I think we should get going."

I silently make my way to the car.

that Luke was illegally driving.

okay, fair enough, Luke. fair enough.

Spacing out in science. yes. sometimes I just have these really trippy thoughts. I guess that's just what a wild mind and The Beatles do to you. suddenly I feel a vibration against my ... leg. It's my phone, vibrating against the chair and making a funny sound. I look up to see my teacher, Mr. Roberts, standing over me. I clear my throat.

"excuse me sir, I can't see the board. if you could just move a little to your right, yep, just a little more, thats perfect. much appreciated brother." I say to him. he looks baffled. lol @ teechas. not that I was actually planning on doing this, sir. but thanks xo. I take out my phone and check it. it's a text from Cece.

- meet me at the big tree in 10. x -

I get in the car as Cece starts it up.

"so, what're we doing, Cece-dawg-jugga-lisha-bam?"

she smirks.

"cool nickname. short and sweet. I like it."

"thanks babe, but seriously?"

"hmmm?"

"what. are we doiaaang?"

"oh, I just wanted to get out of class. god, Mrs. Trenk. I will murder that woman one day. her and her mole have got to go."

"don't do that." I say.

"do what?"

"joke about death. not even Mrs. Trenk's."