Lucas // l.h - ON HOLD

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Fuck this shit.

This whole fucking house sucked and honestly the other guys are getting on my last damn nerve. Calum and Ashton were in the living room both trying to figure out the best route to beat up some kid that owed Ashton money, between their violent ideas of the plans you could hear Ashton's wild and loud laughs. It was high pitched, loud, and annoying. Three things that sum up Ashton quite nicely, actually. Michael was the one that was being the least annoying. For now.

I guess you could say that I had a low tolerance rate for this three idiots. They're like my brothers though so we're kind of stuck together. My three very annoying brothers. Of course no one else can talk shit about them. That's my job. I was in my room with my K100, laying ony my bed,just loading and reloading it mindlessly. Watching as the bullets would fall out and I would put them back into the barrel, repeating the process.

I had the safey on though.

I wasn't an idiot.

My door opened and I pointed the gun to the awaiting visitor.

Michael was in the doorway and automatically had his hands up in surrendor as there was a damn smile plastered on his face. I almost wanted to pull the trigger so that he wouldn't be so... Cheery around me.

"What do you want, Michael?" I asked him, reloading the gun one last time before putting it in my bed side table. He didn't answer me, but instead he shurgged and took my notice of his exsistance as a welcome to sit on my bed. He dug into his pockets and pulled out a handful of money before tossing it on my lap.

"That's the money I owed you from last week." Michael tells me before getting up and left my room closing the door behind him. Now you see that's why Michael was worth keeping around. He closed the god damn door when he left unlike some people. Ashton.

I sat up resting my back against the headboard as I counted up the bills. One hundred and thirty-five dollars. Just like most time Michael was five dollars short, also like those times I just let it slide. Not my fault he dropped out of school and doesn't know how to fucking count. Then again the only ones out of the four of us that did graduate was me and Ashton, I was the youngest and graduated early. Calum and Michael were just done with school and decided to quit.

In case you're too oblivious to the obvious like some people. Ashton. Then you should know that yes the four of us were in a group. A special group. Some people in the world like to refer as it as a gang, but gang sounds ghetto as fuck and honestly it's a bit insulting to the work that we actually put into to keep everything running smoothy for our benefit. Just stay out of our way, mind your own business and it will just be a lot easier for both parties.

There's about twenty other people in our group, we have the west side of Pittsburgh. Our... Enemy is the east side run by an asshole that really needs to be taken out. Which is what the two idiots in the living room were trying to figure who was the one that was pulling all the strings and how to eliminate them.

"Fuck this." I muttered to myself as another squealish laugh was echoed through the house by Ashton and I grabbed my coat and went outside to go for a walk and have a cigarette. I didn't bother telling the other boys to where I was going or how long. I needed to think of a better plan than Calum and Ashton's if we were going to get anywhere and I just needed some time.

Maybe even another gun.

(Okay, so this story is side by side with my other story Ailynn and I am planning to update these both on the same days so you can just be in the head of both characters and should be very fun to have to different perspectives as the story progresses! )