She's The Man [5SOS]

~ Epilogue ~

"What 'thing'?"

"Watch and learn." Luke smirks.

I raise an eyebrow, watching him expectantly.

He then swings the guitar, the guitar doing a 360 around him and then..

Hitting him in the crotch.

I gasped, not helping but to laugh hysterically, closing my eyes.

I hear him groan in pain, as I ran over to him, crouching down.

"Well, proves you can't do 'the thing' anymore." I chuckled.

"Ow." Luke mumbles, leaning his head on my shoulder.

Smiling slightly, I pecked him on the cheek.

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Sitting in front of him, he smiled.

We were both just sitting on the ground like a bunch of crazies as I watched him play.

I started to slowly recognize the song, me grinning.

"We The Kings?" I pointed.

"Mhmm."

I continue to listen, figuring it out.

"Check Yes Juliet!"

Luke chuckles at my excitement.

This used to be one of my favorite songs though.

I then jump into the song, not helping but to sing along as I leaned on the wall.

He smiles, watching me as he easily plays.

' Check yes Juliet, are you with me,

rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won't go

until you come outside.. '

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"I've always loved your voice, yuh know?"

Rolling my eyes, I smiled slightly.

"You should've sang more."

"Nooo don't say that, I'm horrible."

"No you aren't! You know if you were probably still Justin, we'd make you a fifth member." He nods.

"What, really?" I glanced at him.

"Of course! You seemed cool and everything. We were gonna make you be the triangle player."

I pouted, kicking him in the shin.

"Ow!" He laughed. "I was kidding!"

"Mhm yeah sure." I stuck my tongue out, almost immaturely.

I was nearly 30. Ugh, when did I get so elderly?

"But seriously, you sing really good."

I shrugged. "Probably got it from my long lost mom or dad."

He smiled weakly, knowing that I never really ever got to find out who my real mom or dad was.

"But hey, thanks."

Luke nods, setting his guitar down.

"Come ere'" He motions, me scooting closer to him, and staying in his arms.

"Thanks for being there for me. I'd think you were my brother if we weren't married."

I feel him kiss me on the top of the head, stroking my hair gently.

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- Rose -