The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

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"Blakeley Walker!" Amy called, causing me to wince. I shoved my phone in my pocket before following her into the smaller houses quarters. On the patch of cement behind the house was set up a red couch like chair and a grey backdrop. "Alrightie, Blakeley-"

"It's Blake." I cut her off and she rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, the boys are inside watching the footage, so don't Fangirl too hard, okay?"

"Oh I'll try to contain myself." I said sarcastically, although Amy didn't exactly catch on. A camera man did and snickered.

"Okay, Blake, tell us three things. What kind of place do you come from, your interests and something extra." The cameraman said and I nodded.

"I'm Blake, I come from a small family. It's really just me and my mom as my dad is proudly serving the country of America." I grabbed my dog tags and placed them in my fist holding them up. "As much as I hate someone, I'll do my best to see that anyone is happy. Laughing is a big interest of mine. And my biggest interest would have to be art. Im always drawing. Wether it be on my pant leg, hand, or paper, I'll be drawing."

"Good." The cameraman said. "And who is your favourite member?"

"Well... I don't exactly know your guises names. I was signed up as a joke by my friends... So... The blonde one?" I chuckled.

"Which blonde one?" Amy huffed, suddenly irritated with me.

I looked around and darted away from the chair to grab the poster that was draped across a chair and I sat back down and studied the poster. "You see I'm diggin' the whole pink hair thing, and he's got some cute little pouty face. That ones dimples are pretty adorable, but the lanky one. Sure, we'll go with that one. What's his name?"

The cameraman stifled a laugh as Amy scowled at me, "It's Luke."

"Okay, cool, Luke. He's hot, right? This isn't photoshopped or anything?" I eyed the poster and smirked at the camera before Amy huffed.

"Okay, we're done here." She pointed over her shoulder. "Markus, page the boys for dinner."

"Yes ma'am." The cameraman laughed. I smiled mischievously skipping to the patio and took my seat back.

Amy spoke up again, "Alright ladies, before I introduce you to the boys, there is a rule. There is no touching or pestering the boys, got it?" They all nodded. "Good, here are the amazingly talented boys of 5 Seconds of Summer." All fourteen girls started to scream like banshees and jump around. I groaned and wrapped the nearest pillow around my ears. "Time for supper, go find your seats!" They all followed the boys who sat as I suspected, together. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at a completely empty table. I was almost instantly joined by two girls. A blonde and a ginger.

"Hey." The ginger greeted breathlessly. "I'm Jessa, Newfoundland. These girls are nuts. I mean I love 5sos' music, but they're a bit much."

"Agreed." The blonde rolled her eyes. "Delta, Las Vegas."

"Blake, Manhattan." I smiled. Now these girls I could tolerate. "And I simply don't want to be here."

"Oh we know." Jessa smirked. "That camera dude, Markus? He live streamed yours on the television by the couches."

I smirked back, as plates were set I front of all three of us.

After dinner, we were all gathered onto the couches. And me, being that girl who doesn't exactly do close proximities, took a seat on the ground next to Delta's feet. Apparently it was announcement time. Amy handed us each a notebook before the four boys stepped onto the platform.

I had to admit they were all pretty attractive, but all in all the lanky kid was my favourite. The lip piercing is what did it.

Each of us had a different notebook. Mine was leather with a turquoise gem on the front with my name engraved--thankfully it wasn't my full name. Everyone's was leather with the same thick, tough paper. I grabbed the pen and started to doodle a dream catcher on my right wrist.

"Um... Hi." The one with curly hair said, causing everyone else to burst out panting. "For the girl doodling on her wrist, I'm Ashton. Thank you for being a good sport." I dropped my pen and looked up to see almost all the girls glaring at me. I smiled and waved.

"I'm Calum." Pouty face introduced.

"I'm Michael." Cotton Candy head greeted.

"Wait, wait!" I said as Luke opened his mouth. "I know who you are! Amy had a hissy fit over you! You're Luke." I said with an over exaggerated pride.

Michael clapped, "Great work, Blakeley."

I glared at him. He must want his balls in his nostrils like Josh.

"Okay, moving on." Luke called to attention. "For now, one of us will take three people while three of us take four. Each day we will spend a day out with one of our three to four people from the time of 10-1. Saturday's we vote. Each boy will put a girl on the block and you guys will vote one off. On our free days we will just chill out, deal?" The girls cheered. "Your notebooks are just a complimentary type of thing." He added.

"Time for the choosing." Calum said before a small smirk grew on his lips. "Youngest to oldest. Luke, being youngest, you start."

Luke rolled his eyes, "I pick... Quinn."

I zoned out and continued on my dream catcher, until I heard my name. I looked up to see Ashton had called it and I nodded. He seemed okay.

They over all all did I guess. Seemed genuine enough? I grabbed the notebook before we dispersed and I went straight to bed.

Now, let's get rid of this jet lag.