Dares

Code Blue

Bailey POV:

"Luke you are so annoying," I groan, shoving the blond devil. He reaches for my BLT sandwich but I pull it away from him just in time and stick my tongue out. I didn't see Calum behind me and he swipes the sandwich taking a bite. 

"You guys are annoying as hell," I mumble shoving Calum's hard chest, taking the sandwich from his hand. I toss it in the toilet on my way up the stairs to my room.

I laugh hearing Calum's screams of pain as I pulled out my phone, dialing Faith's number I had memorized by heart. "Code blue," I sigh into the phone as soon as my best friend answers.

 "Grab your cleats and water. Meet me at the field, I'll bring a ball," I thank my only hope for her quick thinking to get me out of the house.

I go into my walk-in-closet and pulled out my black drawstring football bag off the hooks. I checked my outfit, I had on an All Time Low band shirt and yoga pants. Good enough. I grab my navy blue Hydro Flask off my bed and my keys off the hooks. I left without warning Luke even though it was a bad choice, my overprotective brother was such a pain.

As I turn to close the door I run into the solid chest of the one and only Ashton Irwin. He has black skinny jeans, a white tank he had obviously cut, and a red bandana in his curls. "

Take care of your devil friend," I say without making eye contact. I was halfway to the car when I heard him question me. 

"What?" I just wave him off and climb into my truck, a black matte ford truck, placing my bag on the passenger seat.

I blast music through my speakers and tap the beat on the leather steering wheel. Frick Luke, he doesn't have cool friends like me. I mean sure maybe he has a few hot ones but they aren't as cool as Faith.

When I pull into the parking lot I notice her matte white ford truck. I remember when we got them together, we wanted matching ones, but couldn't pick a color, so we went with similar, yet still opposites.

I pull out the silver flip key, grab my black bag, and sling it over my shoulder. I put the key on the inside of the back left rim so I didn't have to keep track of it and joined her on the field.

At the Hemmings' house...After playing football...

"Ugh," I groan pulling into the garage, I climb out slamming the door closed behind me and wait for Faith to finish parking her white machine on the street by Ashton's small red one. I almost laugh at the size difference.

"Luke!" I yell out when we enter the house. I groan inwardly letting my hair out of the scrunchie holding it. I hear their annoying music coming from the basement and hush Faith before creeping downstairs into the game room.

I sit on the stairs and watch them play, moving my eyes to Ashton. He looks lost in the music, pounding on the weird drum box he kept here. His eyes are closed and he is biting his lip, not caring about the fact that his hair is falling out of his bandana. I look over at Luke who is singing with the beat. I'm always too late, I see you but I always hesitate I've heard this one before.

I look over at Faith who is watching the four best friends as well. "They're good," she whispers into my ear. I nod in agreement, watching Michael strum his guitar changing the chords when needed. Lowkey, kinda cute. 

"I think you have a crush," she whispers in my ear again, her breath tickling the skin. "Michael," she snickers.

 "Faith! I do not!" I exclaim smacking her arm. She yelps in pain as the music stops.