Do I Wanna Know? A Luke Hemmings FanFic

Chapter 1: R U Mine?

A/N: So this chapter is really just an introduction, but stick with it! It might be kind of important for when you read chapter 2. It's also kind of a filler. On a scary note, this is actually my first work on Wattpad, and I'm nervous/excited, but have no idea how to get it read and stuff. So make sure to vote and comment! Also, just in case you didn't figure out, the chapter titles are all arctic monkey songs, that will be up at the top. So, here's the story, Enjoy!

*Aimee's POV*

 I can't believe my family has to move! The moment my parents told me, my jaw dropped and the first words out of my mouth were WTF. I was just settled in and happy with my previous school, now I have to live in Sydney, Australia? I'm going to stick out so bad with my american accent, people are going to think I'm mad. I guess it's alright, but I don't want to be the new girl. Let's just hope I make friends quickly.

-Two weeks later, the day of the flight-

 Right before I head out into my mom's grey range rover to drive to the airport, I say goodbye to my best friend Gemma. We have a giant bear hug, and are both sobbing and making a bunch of promises I know we'll keep when I'm gone like, "I'll call you every week" and "If anyone bullies you I'll whoop their ass through facetime". It was really sweet. After our 25th goodbye, I climb into the back of the car with my bigger brother next to me, and my mom and dad in the front. Even though the age difference between my brother and I is small, we couldn't be more different. He is a muscular, loud, athletic 18 year old Mr. Popular, and I'm a scrawny, quiet, 16 year old musician. He's also a little brat. We've had an ongoing prank war since I was thirteen, and frankly, I don't think we'll quit until we're on our deathbeds.

After a car ride that felt longer than it needed to be, (sitting next to satan's fraternal twin) I came out of the automobile in the comfiest clothes I own, a pair of grey nike joggers, and a Good Charlotte sweatshirt. In my opinion, Good Charlotte's the only good thing to come out of Australia. The boarding process to get on the plane took forever, and within a few hours I was on a small, uncomfortable heap of metal. Great. I listen to some music with my white Beats by Dr. Dre HD Solo's, and my crappy Iphone 4S. Before I know it I fall asleep, making the 15 hour ride left with only 5. For the rest of the trip, I write in my journal some song lyrics and come up with some melodies in my head. Unfortunately for me, I was subconsciously humming them too, granting me some strange glances from the other passengers sitting near me. It happens a lot.

When I finally stand up from my seat, I realise the ponytail I had slept with has become a knot, and I tie my long strawberry blonde hair into a top knot. I also realise that my left leg had fallen asleep, and I clumsily tripped over my white Chuck Taylor's and crash into an old lady. Just my luck. I apologise and exit the plane, entering a taxi that is taking my family and I to our new house. The realisation that I will begin my new high school in the next few days scares the crap out of me. For now, however, I enter my palace of a new home and crash onto a comfy mattress that is stripped down, leaving me to fall asleep bare. Thankfully, Australia is extremely hot, and I don't think I'll need to worry about a blanket for now.

 -Three days later, the morning of the terrifying MONDAY-

 I wake up at 5:30 to the sound of Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran, completely exhausted yet pumped from the adrenaline of a new school. It only took a few hours to unpack my stuff, making it very easy to find everything in my bedroom. I put on my light blue and floral nike frees, black leggings from pink, and a pink sports bra from Victoria's Secret. I figure since I don't know the neighbourhood too well, I'll just run around my block several times. When I get back from my run, I shower, blow dry, and straighten my hair, put on minimal makeup (concealer, eyebrows, mascara, blush) and put on a shirt saying, "to bae or not to bae" from shopjeen that I cut to be the height of my belly button and I rolled the sleeves of. As well as high waisted black studded jean shorts and white keds. I also put a cute, simple, ariana grande style kitty cat ear headband, grab my herschel backpack, and head out the door for a five minute walk to the bus station. I glance at my phone, realising I'm really early for school so I figure I'll pick up some breakfast at a nearby restaurant. Luckily, the only breakfast place I could find was Denny's so I had some scrambled eggs on toast and a big glass of water. After paying for my food and heading out the door, I check the time again on my phone; 7:15, not paying attention to the people in front of me. I instantly collide with a person entering the restaurant, and fall flat on my ass.

 "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I wasn't even looking where I was going... Are you okay?" She said.

I looked up, and saw a really friendly looking girl, around my age.

 "No it totally wasn't your fault, it was mine! I should have been paying attention to what was in front of me. And I really am okay, thanks for asking. Are you?" I asked sincerely, not wanting to cause problems on my first day of school.

 "Of course I'm okay! I'm glad you are too. I guess we should both look up from our phones while we're walking. I'm Rosalie, by the way. I haven't seen you around here before."

I smiled and changed my tone of voice from concerned to sweet before responding. She seems like the kind of person I could really use as a friend for my first day.

"Yeah I guess we should," I let out a small giggle, causing her to smile, "My name's Aimee. I guess you can tell I'm not from here since I'm lacking the accent. I'm actually starting today at Fort Street High. It's nice to meet you."

"No way, you're going to FSH? I go there! You should come on the bus with me so you're not all alone."

"Sounds great!"

Rosalie and I chatted on the way to school. She was actually really lovely and I was glad she befriended me. I have a feeling we'll become really close friends. As the bus screeches to a halt, Rosie (she told me to call her that, apparently all her "mates" do too) and I hopped off the bus and I was immediately intimidated by the monster that I'm supposed to call a high school. On the bright side, it looks like the water here is spiked with something, because all the guys I'm seeing are hotter than Dylan O'Brian (just kidding, no one's hotter than D.O.). The moment I enter the large doors, everyone in the hallway turns and looks at me. I hear a hush followed by a multitude of whispers coming from the students unfamiliar faces. This was going to be a hard year. As I find my way to the office with Rosie to get my schedule, I see four delicious looking guys. A tall one, with blonde hair, a shorter one with amazing big brown puppy dog eyes, another tall yet not as tall as the first, curly haired guy with biceps the size of Kim K's butt and a bright red haired guy rocking the fringe who's making these adorable sweater paws reminding me of a kitten. The moment I see them in the chair's outside of what looks like the principles, I knew they were trouble. I really like trouble, actually. So of course, the first words out of my mouth were, "Who are they?"