DID I MISS SOMETHING? IS THERE A JAKE/JOHN NOW? Lol they put two fake ppl before C. A. Or M.
"Who is this?"
"It's Jake, Jake from 5sos."
"What are you wearing 'Jake from 5sos'?"
"Uh...skinny jeans..."
(Unless there's a request) NEXT CHAPTER IS SET TO BE: HE'S PROUD OF YOU/YOU DID BETTER THAN YOU THOUGHT 🙃
I for one need some ~positive vibes~
Luke:
Your brother was a party pooper. He didn't let you do ANYTHING remotely fun. Everything from staying out late, to eating sugary cereals, was banned. This meant that he wasn't JUST a party pooper, no he was a BOSSY party pooper, and everyone knows that's the worst kind.
Basically, whenever he vetoed your fun, he then forced you into an "equally fun but better" activity. Pretty much meaning something completely lame.
For example, you wanted to swim with the sharks, so Luke took you to an aquarium to watch other people swim with the sharks. You wanted to go stay up on New Years Eve to welcome in the new year, Luke recorded the Times Square special (which he was preforming at) and sent you to bed without a cell phone. You wanted to watch a rated-R movie, Luke looked up all the "mature parts" and would fast forward through the scenes he deemed inappropriate. You asked for music for your birthday and he got you Kidz-Bop. In other words he was completely out of control.
He didn't used to be like this either, it was a recent, and rather infuriating, development in his character. So, what to do when your brother gets overprotective? Show him that it doesn't stop you from doing dumb stuff, and is therefore unnecessary. You realized that maybe that could be considered juvenile, but he started it.
What had pushed you over the edge was him taking away all your makeup. He thought that you were spending too much time experimenting and not enough time doing homework. His solution; steal all of your makeup while you were at school and lock it in a safe in his room. Totally stupid and way overboard. After all, you still DID your homework, you just put it way off, often using makeup as a tool for procrastination purposes.
In your eyes you had three options; cave, buy all new makeup products and defy him, or trick him into thinking you weren't doing your homework and then prove to him you could procrastinate and still get good grades.You chose lucky option three.
One may ask, how does making Luke think you aren't doing your homework make him want to give you back your makeup? Your answer, if you manage to pull out a high grade while he thought you were slacking off you could use it as evidence to justify your procrastination process. You realized that it might cause more harm than good but you were also tired of him bossing you around.
Your plan was pretty simple, whenever Luke saw you around the house, have a pile of unfinished homework next to you and don't do it. (Do it later when he's not around) Then when your report card gets sent back, show him your awesome grades. Again, you realized it was dumb and would just make him mad, but he made you mad and you wanted revenge.
It didn't take much to really rile him up either. That was demonstrated by his first reaction to the beginning of your plan. You were draped out across the couch watching The Office while your brother was in the other room. You had strategically placed a large stack of notes and worksheets next to you so that he could get a clear view if he walked by.
"Y/N!" He took the bait, screaming as soon as he peeked in, "What are you doing?"
"Watching TV?" You said dumbly, looking over at him.
"And what should you be doing?" He emphasized the word and then stared directly at your untouched work.
You shrugged, "can't think of anything particularly pressing at the moment..."
"Oh really?" He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. We all know what that means! Mom Mode Luke™, when your brother is possibly even more pushy and over-the-top than even the most controlling helicopter parent. You were starting to get to him.
"Yup," you smacked your lips and grinned.
Luke looked like he was ready for steam to come billowing out of his ears, "then what is that?" He pointed at your homework, "And when is it due?"
You glanced down as if you were confused as to what he was referring to, then looked back up to him. "Oh that? Just some school stuff, no biggie."
"No biggie?" He rolled his eyes, "Yes biggie. When. Is. It. Due?"
"Uh," you leaned down and started to ruffle through it, "in pretty sure that one was due last week, this one is due tomorrow, this one I told Mrs. Mruz that you ate since we don't have a dog, er that one... I don't even remember when I got that one-"
Luke cut you off, "Y/N! A WEEK LATE! I ATE YOUR HOMEWORK?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" You suppressed a laugh, instead asking him dead seriously.
"UGH!" He screeched, "ROOM NOW!"
"Okie dokie," you stood up, stretched, and headed toward your room.
"Y/N," Luke warned.
You stopped and turned around, "yesssss?"
"Take your work with you."
You did as he asked and it was the end of the discussion.
The next time around your 'distraction' was listening to music, and you had a textbook open in front of you.
"Don't want to be an am-ERICAN IDIOT!" You danced in your seat.
Luke walked in the room and you watched from the corner of your eye, pretending that you hadn't noticed him. He chuckled and nodded along to your dancing, watching you for a few moments with a grin, until he looked down at the table. When he saw an open textbook and completely blank assignment his smile morphed into a frown.
He marched over and pulled your earbuds out, "Y/N! Not doing your homework again?"
"Huh? No no no," you smiled charismatically, "it's all a part of my process, trust me Luke I'll finish it this time, I normally do."
"..." he just stood there, gaping at you.
"Earth to Luke," you waved your hands in front of his face.
"How much do you have to read?" He asked in a very low, angry tone.
"Uhhhh, to page 405 I think," you squinted, thinking about the assignment you had already completed the reading for.
"Page 405," he mouthed to himself, staring in horror at page 350, "that's 55 pages! How are you going to do that? There's definitely something wrong with you."
"Ah, so it wasn't a rhetorical question," you nodded along.
"Just. Start. Reading," he gritted out, irritated with your sass, indifference, and just personality in general at this point.
"Okay Hemmatron," you smiled cheekily.
"And don't call me that," he ordered, taking your earbuds and leaving.
He really freaked out the third time when you were actually working in the living room, writing on a poster.
"Now this, this is what I like to see," he absolutely beamed, as he came in and saw you.
"Yeah?" You asked, still paying most of your attention to the poster. It wasn't even an actual assignment, you made it up to scare the life out of Luke.
"Yes, I love seeing you doing your work instead of just putting it off until the last minute," he sighed happily.
You visibly flinched and stopped writing for a second, only to start furiously scribbling. You had to really sell it.
"Y/N... what is it that you're doing exactly anyway?" He asked again, this time much less enthused.
"A science project," you said hurriedly.
"Oh. When's it due?" You could feel his anxiety washing over you as you sucked in a deep breath.
"Y/N?" He asked again.
"Tomorrow..." you finally 'admitted'.
"What else do you have to do then?" He asked, this time with an underlying tone of anger.
"The science project part," you answered.
"WHAT?! Y/N! ONE TIME PROCRASTINATING IS AN ISOLATED INCIDENT, TWO TIMES IS A COINCIDENCE, THREE TIMES IS A PATTERN! YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING IN THE HABIT OF DOING THIS!" He exploded.
"Summer down," you said, trying to diffuse the tension, "I'll get it done, I'm doing it now aren't I?"
"You better get it done," he said in a much icier tone, "report cards are next week."
"I know I know," you waved him off.
"Y/N if your grades aren't up to par you will not be a happy camper," he warned you.
"Like you are right now?" You mumbled.
"What?" He snapped.
"I understand," you hurried out.
"That's what I thought," he said in a clipped tone, and then walked out. You could hear him talking to himself, complaining about how you were making him prematurely age.
The next week flew by. You did well in your classes and earned just about a perfect GPA. Luke had been dropping not so subtle hints all week about how great your grades would have to be to avoid any consequences, but you were a confident camper, and knew that even Mr. Unrealistic Expectations himself couldn't complain.
You walked home with a spring in your step and your head held high. As you approached the house you saw that all of Luke's band mates were there, you figured that he had anticipated you had failed and invited them over to lecture you. But the mail was in by now, and that just meant three more people to shock along with your brother.
As you got closer to the front door, you could hear them talking through an open window.
"Bro, you said that she failed, this isn't failing," Calum giggled.
"This was such a waste of time, I've been practicing my serious face for this," Michael whined.
"Her marks are almost perfect Luke, are you trying to push her too far? Do you really expect more than this?" Ashton sounded genuinely upset for you.
"No, it's just- she's been procrastinating on everything, like majorly-" he started to explain but Ashton cut him off.
"Like normal distracted teenager procrastinating, or Calum level procrastinating?" He asked.
"Hey!" You heard the bassist protest.
"It was like at least Calum level," he sighed, "I just don't understand."
"Maybe she cheated," Michael offered.
"OR," you could hear the dirty look in Calum's tone, "like me, she didn't need all that much time to finish assignments and so started them later."
"Calum your a high school dropout. You didn't finish those assignments," Luke chuckled.
"Hmph," Calum was again offended by his band mates comments.
You decided this was a good opportunity to let your presence be known, "hellllllloooooo."
"HI Y/N!" Michael yelled enthusiastically.
You had just enough time to drop your backpack before you were enveloped in a band hug minus Luke.
"Wow, hi guys," you giggled as they squeezed the life out of you, "what's the occasion?"
"Luke was wrong-" Michael started.
"YOU'RE AWESOME GRADES!" Ashton interrupted him.
"Yes, you managed to break the expectations set for you by the small-minded individuals who don't understand the processes that people like us employ," Calum sniffed, pulling you closer.
You could hear your brother harrumph in the background.
"Luke! Are you proud of me?" You broke out of his bandmates hold to turn around and face your brother. You smiled innocently and watched as the irritation melted off his face, replaced by pride in you and guilt. Checkmate.
"Yeah, c'mere," he opened up his arms and you walked over to give him a well-deserved hug, wells at least you felt like you deserved it.
"Are you proud enough to give me my stuff back?" You whispered in his ear.
He exhaled loudly, "fine."
"Yes!" You jumped up and down, your plan worked! Your evil scheme worked!
"Now we can expect stuff like this out of you right?"
...uh oh...
Happy early Thanksgiving to my American friends. (Unless you have to spend the day with crappy relatives, in which case, I wish you luck and patience).