Adopted by Larry (Book 3)

Chapter Two: Help! I Need Somebody

Lucas' POV

"Please, please, please, please, please, please! I'm a shit singer and I need to be trained by thee Gods! Thou Punk Rock Masters please enlighten thy on thou art of singing! My soul shall rest at thou feet and plead with the Gods!"

"Woah, calm yourself, little one." Mikey puts his hand out to shush me.

"Yeah, don't go all Shakespeare shit-talk on us. We didn't even finish school." Calum adds.

"Yeah, we're dumbfucks." Ashton laughs.

"Agreed...we're absolutely stupid. Stay in school, kids!" Luke jokes.

I shake my head in amusement. "You guys are idiots...but I love you. Now, will you please help me sing!?"

"Look," Mikey starts. "We have a tour to get ready for and lots and lots of rehearsals..."

I give him a pleading look.

"So, I expect lots of pizza as payment." He sighs.

My eyes light up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you guys so much! You won't regret this!" I grin from ear to ear and they laugh.

"So, where should we start?" Luke quizzes.

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"YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHOOOOWWW!!!"

"WE'RE BARBIE GIRLS IN OUR BARBIE WOOOORRRRRRLLLLDD YEAAAH I FEEL IT!"

"HIYA BARBIE!"

"HEHEHEHEHHEHE HI KEN!"

"WANNA GO FOR A RIDE!?!"

"SURE! HEHEHEEEEHEHE!"

"Okay, now show us what you've learned."

I clear my throat. "YEEEOOOOOOOOWWWW MICHAEL WANTS ANOTHER SLICE MICHAEL WANTS ANOTHER SLICE MICHAEL WANTS ANOTHER SLICE! PIZZA PIZZA!"

They all put their hands under their chins, looking me up and down, then break out into grins. "We've taught him well."

"Agreed."

"Mhm."

"PIZZA!"

"OH SHIT, YEAH! IT'S IN THE OVEN!" Mikey shouts. I rush into the kitchen and grab a kitchen towel, fanning away the smoke and Mikey cusses as he shakily takes the burnt pizza out of the oven.

"HOT HOT HOT! OW OW!" Mikey shrieks, shaking his hand out and kissing where it burnt his hand. I try not to laugh. "What are you laughing at, little one?"

"N-nothing." I bite my lip, shaking my head.

"LUCAS COME PLAY FIFA!"

"NO NO NO I WANT TO SHOW HIM HOW TO PLAY BASS!"

"I WAS GONNA DYE HIS HAIR!?"

"HOLD THE FUCK UP I WAS GOING TO MAKE HIM WATCH A MARATHON OF FAMILY GUY!"

"GUYS!" I shout. That gets their attention. "I'll do all. I'll let Mikey dye my hair while I watch Family Guy and then we can play bass and Fifa later."

They all shrug, going back to bickering back and forth. How do they put up with each other? I have a hard time getting along with my footy mates at school enough as it is. I shudder at the thought of living with them.

The 5SOS house isn't that bad, though. It's really...teenage guy-ish. It's messy. It's got games galore. PS4, Xbox, WiiU, etc.) A drum set sits in the corner of the living room along with three guitars on stands. Magazines are scattered across a cherry wood coffee table. The kitchen has bar stools and a an island to sit at and eat. A sink, a steel fridge, stone oven, pantry, cupboards filled with snacks, and a pool table by the living room in a room of its own. Mikey, Cal, Ash, and Lukey all have their own bedrooms. Mikey's and Ashton's are on the main floor towards the back of the house down a long and skinny hallway. A bathroom, a closet, and a storage room are also in the hallway. Luke and Calum have the master bedroom upstairs, but, it splits into two different rooms that are connected. An en-suite bathroom is also connected to it and a deck. A hot tub is outside on the patio. They also have a slip n' slide...