Reverse Groupies // m.c (SLOW UPDATES)

09

Clara's P.O.V.

"Nice one!" I say, giving Kat a high five

"What the hell?!" Ashton asks as he opens the car door

"You should have seen your faces!" Max laughs, playing around with the 'demented' stuffed raccoon we used to scare them.

Don't ask.

(A/N- imagine a zombie raccoon. that's what they have.)

"Why?" Scott asks, exasperated

"We finished up plans for the next few concerts so we decided to mess with you." Alex says "We're sorry but- holy shiz- it was worth it."

"Mess with us?" Michael asks, leaning forward so he sees us better

"Kat found the raccoon in the van- don't ask how we got it- and then we decided to make the best of it. So Max played a couple tricks on your engine and now I really wish we filmed it." Alex explains

"What- nevermind. Just get the car going again and get in." Scott says

Max heads to the front of the car and opens the hood, fixing whatever the hell he did to it. He signals the chauffeur to start the car and when he does, the car buzzes to life normally. The four of us squish ourselves into the van before Max closes the door.

"So- you planned?" Calum asks

"A lot." Kat says "And those plans are amazing, just saying."

"JUST SAYING!" Ashton exclaims

"Please don't start singing." Scott says, followed by a few groans

Instead of singing, light conversation fills the car as we make our way back to the hotel. I pull my headphones out of my bag, plug them into my phone, and put them on. When we're halfway there, I feel a soft tap on my shoulder followed by a small Post-It landing on my lap. Hmmm... Looks like it has writing. I pick it up and read what it says.

Blue-
Mario Kart in my room after the meeting? I think Kat and Luke are goin out so we'd be alone :)
- Red

I turn around and see Michael with a questioning look on his face. He pulls out one of his earphones and raises an eyebrow, kinda like saying 'Well?'

"First things first," I say softly, taking off my headphones "It's navy blue."

"Give me some credit, it's hard to write in a moving car." He says, crossing his arms defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I roll my eyes

"What do you say?" He asks leaning forward a bit

"If we order a shit ton of french fries, then yes." I smile

"I thought you'd be more of a pizza person, but okay."

"I am but that's gotten a bit too cliché for my liking." I say, turning back and putting my headphones back on

When we finally reach the hotel, we all climb out of the car, get in through a back door, and squish into an elevator and ride up to the 33rd floor where the conference room is. We get out and navigate through the hallways yet again and finally reach the room.

"What happened?" Luke asks, taking in the sight

"Planning happened." I say

The room- it's, well, a huge mess. To them, at least. To us- everything makes perfect sense. One whole wall (the one you see when you first enter) is covered in papers, some have a few marks on them- kind of like those crime shows where they have the wall with suspects and stuff. The stuff on our wall, however, are the blueprints/maps/photos of the next few concert locations and where we plan to sneak in. Then the whiteboard on the right side of the room is covered with writing- that's how we plan to get in. And that writing extends to this paper train that we stuck on the bottom right of the whiteboard and extends around the room. We tend to be very detailed. Then the floor has more papers scattered with how we plan to get the fans involved- this part was pretty hard. It had to be something that was slightly challenging- so it seemed real- but it HAD to be doable.