L U K E
Whether he would've had good luck or not the next night was left up to debate, as Luke didn't even go out, let alone try to bring a girl back to his hotel room.
It's so stupid, Luke thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling of his hotel room that he shared with Calum. I'm all hung up on this girl I knew for like thirty minutes when I can have anyone I want.
But, was that even true anymore? If he could have anyone he wanted, why couldn't he get her?
No matter how many times that he tried to reassure himself that it was a one-time thing, and it would never happen again, his mind kept floating back to that idea. Or, rather, his mind kept going back to her.
Rose. God, now that he thought about it, she was beatiful. Every inch of her. From the tip of her head that held her silky, raven hair, all the way down to the tips of her boot-covered toes.
"But that doesn't even matter," Luke thought aloud, annoyed with himself. What was her problem? He was Luke Hemmings; who would refuse him? This whole ordeal was driving him insane.
There was a knock on the door, and Luke got up from the bed, groaning as he did so, walking over to the door and opening it. It was Calum, holding a full bottle of whiskey and a few glasses, Michael and Ashton standing behind him, smiling at Luke. "What's this all about?" he muttered as they walked past him and into the hotel room.
"We came to cheer you up, mate," Michael stated, plopping down in one of the chairs by the television, crossing his legs, "You've seemed a bit down since that girl turned you down last--"
Calum shushed Michael, "Bit of a touchy subject there, Mikey," he whispered to his friend, even though Luke could heard him perfectly fine. Calum poured a small amount of whiskey in one of the glasses and handed it to Luke, "I mean, I still don't understand why though," Calum muttered as he poured whiskey in the other three cups, "She was just another girl, you know."
"But if I can always get what, or, in this case, who I want, then why not her? What makes her so special?" he asked, and Ashton snorted.
"Dude, you're taking this waay too personally. She seemed like a really nice girl, when I talked to her. Maybe she just doesn't sleep around," the drummer shrugged, moving a lock of his dirty-blond hair out of his face.
"When I asked if I'd ever see her again, she said, and I quote, 'I know your type,'" Luke stated, not really directed toward anyone, "What the hell is that even supposed to mean?"
Calum finally lost his patience, rolling his eyes at Luke's rather unnecessary brooding over something that he assumed would be so trivial, "If it bothers you so much that you didn't get to fuck her or whatever, why not go back and try again? Except, in earnest? Like, actually be genuinely interested in getting to know her and, maybe," Calum paused, "Even be in a relationship with her?" he gasped for effect, and Luke squinted at him.
Ashton shrugged, "These last two nights are the last shows of the tour. God knows you have the time, after that."
Suddenly, something clicked in Luke's mind. "Yes, why not go back to Las Vegas after the tour is over," Luke muttered, walking over to the bed and flopping down on the mattress; he hadn't even touched his whiskey, "Why not get to know her?"
Luke's sudden change in demeanor slightly unnerved his bandmates, but he didn't notice, too busy with his thoughts to try and explain to them what was going on in his mind, "Michael, you got Kimmy's number, right?" After a moment of hesitation, the red-head gave a nod of affirmation, "Good. Tell her me and you will be visiting in two days, after the tour is done. I want to see Rose as soon as possible."
Ashton wrinkled his nose, "Rose?" he shook his head, "When she was talking to me, she said her name was Aria."
Michael nodded, clearing his throat as he looked down at the screen, preparing to send a text to Kimmy, who he'd been texting since the moment they parted that morning, "Rose is her first name, Aria is her middle name," he explained, "Kimmy was telling me that she hates her first name for some reason. I dunno, it's sort of weird."
Luke shrugged, "I just want to see her again."
"Luke..." Calum warned, already seeing through Luke's façade; he knew that his blond-haired friend held ulterior motives for his sudden interest in this girl. He couldn't bear the thought of Luke doing something stupid that hurt her, whoever she was.
"Don't even worry about it Calum. Everything is going to be okay."
A R I A
"I can't believe you turned him down, Aria!" Kimmy exclaimed as they sat on the couch in their shared apartment, watching old reruns of Full House. The girl shrugged, too enraptured with the happenings on the screen to think about last night.
"He seemed like a dick," she said absentmindedly, taking a few chips out of the bowl in between them and putting them in her mouth, "I didn't even give him my middle name. I told him my name was Rose. That's how much of a dick he seemed like, Kimmy."
Kimmy nodded, as if in understanding, when, suddenly her phone went off for about the thousandth time that day; Michael. She opened the text message that she received and gave a small gasp, putting a small hand over her mouth.
"What is it?" asked Aria, though her eyes never left the television.
"Michael says that on Saturday, after the tour is over, they're going to come back to visit."
Aria suddenly went dead silent, "Kimmy, who do you mean by 'they'?" she asked hesitantly.
Kimmy bit her slightly chapped bottom lip, and paused for a moment, almost as if wondering if she should even say it. After a look from Aria, she sighed, and spoke. "Just Michael and Luke. But, look, okay, hear me out; Michael says that Luke hasn't even been able to bring himself to go the the afterparties since last night. You've been on his mind all that time. That has to count for something, right?"
Aria shrugged, slightly turned off of their Full House marathon; her whole night had been ruined, in fact. Luke seemed like a nice enough person on the surface, but the way he tried to hand her that key without any hesitation on his part was sort of unnerving. She hated people like him.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed."
