Living With Luke // 5SOS (Punk Luke Hemmings)

35. Caught

Luke's POV.

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"So how the hell are we going to do this? You do realise we can't just sneak into their houses and check their phones for clues, right?" Mia sighed.

"Hey, I have a-actually, I have nothing." I mumbled.

She rolled her eyes. "Why can't we just wait until tomorrow?"

"Because it's school. And if it's in school, then they'll have the opportunity to run away, avoid the question or "get to class"." I explained, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Okay, so where are we going?" Mia raised an eyebrow.

"Michael's house."

"Oh my god." She groaned, burying her face in her hands.

A little while later, we pulled up in front of Michael's house. I looked up at his window and saw that his light was still on.

"He's awake." I whispered.

"You don't need to-"

"Shh!" I hissed.

She rolled her eyes and got out the car. I followed her out and ran after her.

"What are you doing?"

"You said we don't have a plan. So I'm just going to walk in there and ask for Michael." Mia kept walking.

"Wait!" I looked around and caught up with her. "Why don't we sneak into his room?"

"What? That's a stupid idea, Luke."

"By the window?"

"No. I am not about to climb up there." She said firmly, crossing her arms.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

"You're taking this a little too far, don't you think?"

I stopped in my tracks.

"Michael. Hey." I laughed nervously, turning around.

"Luke, I know you were there when I was talking to Ruby." He sighed.

Mia turned around. "Seriously? You made me do all this for nothing?" She hissed at me.

"Not nothing-"

Michael laughed. "You guys were pretending to be spies?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." I shrugged.

"You're pretty stupid, Luke." He laughed.

"Shut up." I glared at him.

"I agree with Michael." Mia looked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, we -"

"You." Mia corrected. I groaned.

"Fine. I was just curious as to why you two are being secretive all of sudden." I shrugged.

Michael sighed. "Come inside, and I'll explain everything." He led us towards his front door and opened it wide, stepping into the house. We followed him in. He walked up the large, carpeted staircase and led us into one of the rooms upstairs.

Michael sat us down on his bed while he took a seat in his desk chair across the room, pulling out his phone. He sighed deeply. "Fuck..."