Sorry, not a fan. lrh
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  • Reads 131
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 9
  • Time 32m
Ongoing, First published Sep 05, 2015
Mature
Beth stood behind her brother as she came face to face with one of the most famous people known to name. She gulped awkwardly as she saw her brother look at his happiest, and wonder why she decided to come. She wasn't good with talking to guys, and she was very clumsy, which was never a good thing when it came to meeting them.

She thought that her brothers idol seemed nice until he opened his mouth, and she realized that's when it was all going down.

"Do you want an autograph? Or a date maybe?" Luke smirked, while her little brother looked up at him admiringly.

"Does it look like I want one?" She questioned, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Well you came to our concert, it seems like you probably would. A lot of the girls here would die to go on a date with me." Luke chuckled, shaking his head.

"Sorry, I'm not a fan."
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My boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend Luke Hemmings was on tour when one morning I woke up to see "Luke and Arzaylea" trending on twitter. Of course I called him in 3 seconds flat. "WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ARZAYLEA?!?!" I scream at the top of my lungs into the phone. "Babe what are you talking about? " I can hear the guilt in Luke's fucking voice. "What. Is. An. Arzaylea? Am I saying it right? Do you need me to fucking spell it out for you? A-R-Z-A." Luke interupts me, "She's no one. Nothing happened." "Oh hell to the fucking no. Don't fucking talk to me fuck you! Tell my brother to call me." I wait to see what he has to say before I hang up the phone. "No babe please, Michael is gonna kill me." His voice changes into a more panicked tone. "Good, I hope he does and if he doesn't I will. Tell him I can't wait to see him when he gets back home. We have a lot of family bonding time to do since I don't have a boyfriend anymore. It's really a shame too the fans liked me, but I'm sure they will love this skank just as much." I hang up the phone.