My phone rings. Luke. My best friend of 3 years. I hadn't seen him in over a month. I've been busy. He's been busy. It never seemed to work out. I pick up.
"Hel-"
"Holy shit Maya"
"What?"
"I need you to meet me at my house in ten minutes." I grab my keys and run towards the door.
"On my way" I say hanging up. When I arrive Luke opens the door in his boxers.
"Well damn Hemmings." I say blushing.
"Sorry i-" He starts flustered. Covering himself with his hands. I laugh at his blsuhiness.
"So?" I ask.
"So what?" He drops his hands to his sides before looking down and putting them back.
"Holy shit Maya." I quote.
"Oh that." He says with a laugh opening the door farther. I walk in and he follows me shutting the door behind us.
"I was bored. And lonely" He says.
"So obviously you give your dear friend a heart attack." I say punching his arm.
"And" he starts grabbing me and picking me up.
"I missed my little Maya-poo." He spins me around. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah I'm sure you did. Now put me down you penis"
"That's a new one" He says gently putting me back down.
"I feel that dick is overused" I reply.
"Yes. It's seems it is" he says rubbing his chin with mock thought.
I roll my eyes again.
"So. Now I'm here. What do you want to do?" I ask sitting on his couch. He sits down next to me.
"Not sure." He replies turning on the tv.
"When are you guys leaving?" I ask. He was in one of the biggest bands in the world. 5 seconds of summer. The band consisted of him and his best friends.
Calum Hood. Possibly the most gorgeous human being to walk the earth. He had these deep brown eyes and was completely gorgeous. He was also hilarious. Not my type at all though. I could appreciate his face (and body) but I wouldn't date him.
Ashton Irwin. He seemed like a I'll-break-you-in-two-with-my-bare-hands kind of guy. He was the complete opposite though. He was literally a giant ball of fluff and giggles and rainbows.
Michael Clifford. Supposedly the "bad boy" of the group. That title makes me laugh because Michael is so not a bad boy. He's probably the funniest in the band. After Luke I was closest to Michael I had known him since we were kids. He was great.
And last but certainly not least.
Luke Hemmings. Complete loser. 90% legs. Falls a lot. Favorite animal is a penguin. His hair is better than mine.
"6 days." He replies.
"Oh" We're both quiet for a moment. It's difficult to be friends with him. He's always on your or recording or doing band stuff.
"But we'll skype."
"Once a week" I reply.
"At least." He gives me a smile. It spreads all the way to his eyes. I can't help but smile back.
"Or..." He starts.
"Or what?" I ask.
"Or you could come with us."
