AMELIE'S P.O.V.
It's the second day of school and I'm walking with Luke to our lunch table.
"You see that woman?", Luke asks. "Which one, that dark haired one over there?", I ask. "Yeah," Luke says, "that's Calum's mom.". "What is she doing here?", I ask. "I honestly have no idea.", he says.
As we arrive at the table there's no one else yet. We figure out they have a different schedule than us so they don't have lunch break on Tuesdays.
"So, what do you have for lunch today?", Luke asks me as I get my lunchbox out of my bag. "Looks like it's a mandarine and two sandwiches with ham and cheese. What about you?", I say as I open my lunchbox. "Three sandwiches with cheese and cucumber and an apple.", he answers. "Interesting.", I chuckle. "I knew it.".
"Luke, isn't that Calum?", I ask. "Yeah, wait he's walking over to us.", Luke says. "Hey, what's up,", Calum asks as he sits down with us at our table. "Nothing much,", Luke says, "what about you? Why are you here?". "Well, yeah, my mum wanted to talk to my counsellor since my grades were so bad last year and she wants to make sure it will go better now, on a new school.", he explains. Luke nods, "Right, but you can still continue joining the band?". "Yes, duh, I would never give up on our band.", Calum says. "Okay, great. I think your mum is looking for you, see you later!", Luke says and he smiles at me, his perfectly straight teeth exposed. "See ya, pals!", Calum says and walks towards his mum.
"So, you have a band?", I ask after a while. "Yeah, me, Calum, Michael and Ashton. We suck.", Luke laughs. "I'm sure you don't!", I say. "We do, we started covering songs and placing them on Youtube, but now we also play small gigs, nothing big.". "I'm sure you're great! What's the name of your Youtube account I'll look you guys up!", I say, excited over the fact that Luke's in a band, which means he can sing. I get my phone out of my pocket and open Youtube. "No! Don't look for us on Youtube! There are horrible covers on there.", Luke says and grabs my phone out of my hands. "Woah, calm down. I just wanted to know if you're good, so if I should already ask you for your signature I'm case you'll get famous in a few years.", I laugh, grabbing my phone back out of Luke's hands.
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We're in history class. I lean over to Luke, "Do you play instruments?", I ask. He looks at me in confusion. "Your band, do you play the instruments yourself?". Luke silently laughs, "You haven't forgotten about it yet, have you?". "Of course not. Now I want you to answer my question.", I say. "Do you have time after school?", he asks. I nod, "Yeah, I guess so. Why?". "I'll take you home with me and I'll show you.", he says with a smile. "Sure, I will.", I smile, and I turn my attention back to the teacher.
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"So, here's my house.", Luke says when we have arrived. It's a twenty-five minute walk from his house to school but he told me he usually goes by bus. Liz and Luke Hemmings, it reads on a little board next to the front door. "Mum! I'm home!", Luke yells as he opens the door. "She might probably tell you entire stories, she gets really excited when I bring home girls. - Which actually doesn't happen a lot. Actually, never. Girls don't usually like me.", he whispers to me. I giggle, "It's okay, I guess mums just are like that.".
"Hey, Luke. How was school?", Luke and I are sitting on the couch in the living room when I hear a woman's voice coming from the stairs, along with footsteps coming closer. "It was fine, how was your day?", he answers. "Good, good. Oh, I see you brought home a friend. Hello, dear.", an adorable woman walks towards us. She has blonde hair and the same deep blue eyes as Luke. "Hello mrs. Hemmings, nice to meet you.", I say when I stand up and shake her hand. "Same to you, and what's your name?", she asks. "My name is Amelie.", I smile as I sit back down beside Luke. "What a lovely name! I see Luke already gave you something to drink, that's great.", she says. "Yeah, mum we're going upstairs.", Luke says. "Sure, love.".
When we walk up the stairs he tells me how annoying he finds his mum. I find it rather cute. "Hey, is this you?", I ask as I stop walking, looking at a picture on the wall. Luke holding a guitar and Ashton sitting behind a drum kit, a few feet behind Luke. "Yeah, let's just act like you did not see that picture.", Luke says, he grabs my wrist and walls further upstairs. "No, you look so cute!", I laugh. "God, Amelie. It's so embarrassing! I was 15 years old and we had our first ever gig. Of course my mum felt the need to remember that moment forever so she took a picture.", Luke says, shaking his head. I laugh, "That's adorable!". "No it is not! Now why did you come here, to look at embarrassing pictures of me or to talk about our band and see my guitar?", Luke smiles and we walk to his room. It's quite like I expected it to be. A typical boys' room, not messy at all. With pictures of him and Ashton, Calum and Michael, and posters and logos of bands hanging on the wall and an acoustic guitar and two electric guitars standing in a corner, leaning against the wall. I look around. "I like that one.", I say and point at a black and white guitar.
a/n
i figured some of you might be a bit confused but basically amelie, becky, and the boys finished high school last year so now they're in college (junior year) or whatever you want to call it. but that means luke is 17, and since i imagined amelie as half a year younger she'd be 16, turning 17 soon. so i hope this information makes everything a bit easier yehhh
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