muke

07

07

 not this time

   michael wasn't used to the sound of a squealing little girl when he woke up from his daily naps (okay he kinda was because sometimes it was luke running around squealing, but it doesn't count when you're like 6'3 and hitting your head everytime you run into a doorway).

   and he certainly was not used to the critisism of a sassy little todler who reminded him of himself.

   "wake up!" mikey screeched, one tiny hand on her hip.

    michael sat up from his bunk and bumped his head on the bottom of calum's bunk which earned a small mutter of 'good for you' from mikey. michael's eyes fluttered back closed, which caused mikey to freak out.

    "they're leaving and you're still here! get up- get up or else i'll say a bad word."

    now this got michael's attention. leaving? where? and what's this talk about a bad word..

   "leaving? where?"

   "ellen show! hurry! and fix your hair, you look like a hobo"

   despite mikey's urgency, she still had room to giggle- which made michael giggle. he ran to the bathroom and attempted to fix his hair. mikey also helped by throwing an outfit at him and michael didn't bother checking if it matched or not because 1. he didn't even pick his own clothes and 2. this almost-four-year-old looked more stylish than he did by a mile.

   "ok! are you done?"

   "yes, yes, stop yelling at me, mikey"

   "sorry, i'm loud when i'm not supposed to be and mommy yells at me for it"

   michael smiled.

   "me too"

   mikey looked down at her (bare) wrist and her eyes bulged.

   "get out! out out out out out out out out out!"

   mikey ran behind michael and began pushing his behind towards the entrance and she kept pushing until they reached a black car. inside sat a distressed luke, a fidgeting calum, a panicking ashton and carter waving to mikey.

   "there you are! get in the fuckin car!"

   calum yelled, opening the car door quickly.

   ashton's head rose and he squinted his eyes toward calum.

   "don't fucking swear!"

   and with that, they drove away, leaving mikey grinning with a thumbs up at dave. he came out of the tour bus and lifted mikey onto his back. 

    "now are you gonna tell me what prank you played on them?" 

   "it's going to not gonna, and sure. we made them think that they were late for the show, but really, they are going to be twenty minutes early."

   "why that kind of prank? why didn't you put snakes in their underwear, or put crabs in their bunks?"

   "because they are always late and snakes? crabs? where did you learn that?"

   "gran and me used to play pranks on carter and on uncle n"

   "uncle n? carter has a brother?"

   "yah. but he's only half of her brother. which makes no sense because he has legs."

   dave laughed and put carter down carefully once they were inside the safety of the tour bus again.