Streaker.

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JUST A QUICK NOTE BEFORE YOU READ IVE NEVER BEEN TO A FOOTBALL GAME WHERE THERE WAS A STREAKER AND I KNOW THAT YOU CAN GET IN A TON OF TROUBLE FOR IT AND ALL BUT JUST GO ALONG WITH THIS AND DONT YELL AT ME FOR NOT BEING 100% ACCURATE LMAO MORE WILL HAPPEN WITH THIS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

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Luke had never ran so fast in his entire life. He did one loop around the football field while everyone in the stands cheered and clapped and screamed before running back to where his friends were waiting. He thinks that there was someone chasing after him, but he wasn't even sure. Luke was running too fast to even notice anything. It was all a blur.

He could not believe that he just did that. He was so stupid. So, so stupid. Luke Hemmings was going to be known for the rest of his life as the moron that streaked across the football field at the homecoming game.

He ran over to their spot under the bleachers, finding Michael and Calum, who were standing there with their mouths wide open.

"Can I have my pants back?" Luke asked, out of breath, holding out his hands and hoping that Michael wouldn't be a douche and just give him his pants back right away.

"No, are you kidding? We have to run!" Michael yelled, grabbing Luke's wrist and dragging him behind them.

"I just ran across a whole football field!" Luke yelled, but continued to run behind Michael and Ashton as they made their way back to wherever they were headed. "And I'm naked!"

"You're going to get in trouble!" Calum yelled over his shoulder.

"But I'm naked!" Luke repeated. He didn't want to get caught, that was obvious, but he was still very uncomfortable. Running around naked was not as fun as it looked.

"Just wait 'til we get back to the car!" Michael groaned.

They ran across the street and down a couple blocks (Luke was going to pass out) before they made it back to Ashton's car, who parked it there specifically for this reason. Speaking of Ashton, Luke had no idea where he was.

"Can I have my pants now?" Luke yelled, aggravated with his friends for making him do this in the first place.

"Yes, fine! Jesus Christ, Luke, take your fucking pants!" Michael screamed, throwing Luke's clothes at him.

"Thank you!" Luke screamed back, still out of breath from running so much. He quickly put his boxers back on, but before he could do anything more there were voices heard coming down the street and he stopped.

"No, people love stuff like this. It happened two years ago, some kid named Tommy - " Ashton's voice got louder as he made his way down the street, and Luke already knew who he was talking to.

"Fuck my life." Luke muttered as he looked on at Ashton walking down the street, holding hands with a girl. "Honestly."

"Luke, put your pants on." Calum whispered, nudging Luke in the side with his elbow.

Luke couldn't keep his eyes off of Ashton (but more specifically the girl next to him). She was even better than Luke had ever imagined, and he was having a very hard time believing that she was actually Ashton's girlfriend. How did he end up with a girl like that?

"That's the hottest girl I've ever seen." Luke whispered back and Michael nodded quickly, agreeing with him.

"Put your pants on." Calum whispered again.

"What?" Luke mumbled, then realized that he was standing there in only his boxers. "Fuck."

Luke grabbed his pants and his shirt off of the ground and got himself dressed, trying to ignore the sound of Ashton and his girlfriend talking.