Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Two

Chapter 22 - Two

"IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME AND SANTA'S HERE, MAKING THE CHILDREN SMILE. BUT HE'S JUST A PEDOPHILE, SO YOU BETTER WATCH YO CHI-"

"JACK, SHUT UP PLEASE!" I yelled, my eyes narrowed to slits, mostly because it was bright as fuck. I grabbed the moustache pillow and launched it at him.

It hit his back. The boy was trying to twerk. Twerk. Jack. Was. Trying. To. Twerk.

I'm done with life.

He didn't stop, just changed the song.

"MY ANACONDA DON'T, MY ANACONDA DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS, HON-"

"I swear to all the gods–" I got up from the bed, my pillow in my hands.

Jack shrieked. He abandoned his phone on the computer desk and ran out of my room at top speed with me following behind, my pillow raised over my head as I screamed a battle cry.
I could imagine how weird this scene might look to an outside person's perspective. For us, however, it's quite normal.

Jack sprinted downstairs, me still at his heels. He jumped into the living room, I followed, then we both halted suddenly.

In the living room were four boys, aka 5 Seconds of Summer. My brother was sitting on the cajon, his eyes wide. Michael was cackling. Calum was trying to keep a straight face, but failed horribly and started to double over, laughing. That's when my eyes fell on Luke. He was staring at us blankly. No emotion in his eyes. Just . . . Blankness. How terrifying.

My cheeks grew bright red and I hugged the pillow to my chest, self consciously. I noticed I was wearing my brother's t-shirt, which barely covered butt. Fortunately, I was also wearing short gym shorts.

Luke's eyes trailed down slowly, causing my already heated cheeks to turn even brighter. "Well," I chuckled nervously. "This is awkward."

"Oh my god. Avert your eyes or die." Ashton glared at the boys.

The three of them turned away instantly. Jack leaned back, stared at my butt for a while before shrugging. "Meh," He said.

"Oh, so I'm just 'meh'?" I looked at him, my eyebrows raised, one hand on my hip and the other holding the pillow loosely by my side. "Boy, my butt is fabulous, don't even try to deny it." I snapped my fingers in 'Z' formation.

Jack smirked, "Ooh. Sassy, I like it." He playfully winked.

I flipped my hair. "My buns don't want none unless you got an anaconda, hon." I smiled sarcastically.

Ashton snickered. Calum laughed.

"Ohhh, burn!" Mikey laughed, still not facing me, same as Cal and Luke.

Jack scowled. "This isn't over, Irwin." He pointed a finger at me.

"It indeed isn't." I agreed, happily.

"I'll be back!" The boy cackled evilly, used his arm as a pretend cape and ran out of the room.

"Pfft, what a Dracula wannabe." Ashton rolled his eyes.

"I know right, bruh?" I fist bumped him.

"Had a good sleep?" He asked, smiling.

"Yes, until Jack rudely woke me up." I pouted.

Ashton, probably just noticing everything around us, shot to his feet. "Rose, I suggest you go upstairs and change into more suitable clothes." He said.

I sighed. "Okay, be right back." With that, I ran back upstairs to change.

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