steal the world // five seconds of summer {discontinued}

five

The rest of the week had passed uneventfully. I didn’t get in trouble, I avoided my mum, and that was about it really. In stark contrast to how my weeks usually ended up going it was safe to say that it had almost been boring. The weekend sucked because it seemed like everyone had something to do, whether that was work or bonding with their families, so I’d spent it alone in my room listening to music and making sure my mum didn’t catch me smoking.

Dad had been home for a grand total of three hours throughout the weekend and I actually think that was a record. We didn’t talk so much as exchange a greeting when I passed him on the way to get breakfast on Saturday morning. One bonus of him being home was that mum usually avoided him like the plague which made it twice as easy to steer clear of her.

By the time Monday rolled around I was almost glad to be going to school because it meant that I’d actually have something to do.

When we got to school Ashton let me know that Mikey and Calum were skipping for the day and I couldn’t help but be a little upset that I wouldn’t get to see either of them. After not seeing anyone all weekend it was good to be around my friends again and those two idiots had to go and ruin it for me. I couldn’t really hold it against them though, our class schedules for Monday’s were horrifically boring (expect the fact that Luke and I got a free) and no one really wants to be at school on a Monday.

Luke made sure to remind me at Lunch to meet him in the art room for our free which was the last class of the day. To be completely honest I was little sceptical about the whole thing. When it came to musical arts Luke was a god, he was literally coming first place in our entire grade, but visual arts was really not his thing. I wasn’t sure how he thought he was going to help but I guess I owed it to him to give it a shot anyway.

The hallways in the art block always seemed to be empty and today was no exception which meant that I could hear Luke blasting Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ from down the hall. I scrunched up my face at the song choice and shot him a confused look as I entered the art room and saw him dancing around by himself.

“Please tell me music therapy isn't your brilliant idea.” I called out and he spun around to face me with a wide grin on his face.

He walked over and took hold of my hand before dragging me over to where he’d been before. “No, it’s not, but it totally would have worked if it had been.”

He pointed to the aprons sitting on the desk in front of us and I arched an eyebrow. I’d been doing art for years and I’d never actually needed to wear one of the ridiculous aprons that they offered us (mind you I didn’t really care about getting my uniform dirty, at least half of my school shirts had various coloured paints splattered all over them).

“Trust me, you’re going to need it for what I’ve got planned.” He told me.

I just shrugged my shoulders and put on the ill-fitting apron. When that was done I turned to look at Luke, once again wondering what the hell he had planned.

“Follow me.”

He waved over his shoulder as he turned and made his way towards the back door. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion because there was nothing out there but grass and I didn’t understand what he was up to.

When we stopped I was stood with my back towards the side of the building and Luke had a weirdly smug expression on his face.

“What are you playing at Hemmings? Am I supposed to get what’s going on yet?” I crossed my arms over my chest, honestly beginning to believe that he didn’t even have a clue what he was doing.

He rolled his eyes before walking over and physically turning me so that I was facing the wall. Spread out in front of us was a fairly decent sized canvas with water balloons taped to it, but even from here I could tell they weren’t filled with water.