"We're taking this easy
'Cause darling that's what dreams are made of
This story is probably made up."
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Laughter was in the cafeteria when I was sat at the usual table and recieving my usual congratulations from everyone about how well mine and the guys performance was the other day. At the moment, it's only me Calum and Michael in the band and we really need a drummer, but we don't know any in our year. It was the dilemma that we were stuck in at that moment.
"You guys really rocked Greenday!" Curt yelled sticking his hand horns up in the air, pretending to know what he was talking about. Thing was, we didn't play any Greenday songs at all in the last gig, we mostly played Mayday Parade. Kids in our school weren't exactly up to date with music and just listened to the electronic rubbish that's played on the radio to rot our minds.
"Thanks, mate!" Michael yelled back smiling wide, just enjoying the fact that people liked us. Michael was probably the most attentive to the 'fans', if you'd wanna call them that. We don't really get that many viewers on youtube but that's ok, it only takes one view to make things happen.
"I think we should actually play Greenday in the next gig just so Curt won't be wrong next time he says it." Calum chuckles biting into his balony and cheese sandwich. I know, discusting concoction right? He hasn't added vegemite to complete the meal, but Calum never takes in any of my suggestions for food.
Both me and Michael nodded in agreement to Calum before Michael then went on to saying that we need to get a gig before we can plan our setlist. Of course, I agreed because there's no point setting our hopes too high.
"But I think we should find a drummer before we set up a new gig guys." I mentioned. I throwed a grape at Calum's forehead laughing as he just caught the fruit and ate it.
"I agree with Luke," Michael nodded pointing in my direction. "But where the hell are we supposed to find a drummer that's around our age?"
"There's always the good old reliable facebook?" Calum suggested. We were well known throughout town because of our gigs, so we knew plenty of kids from other schools too, but we would add people that we'd maybe seen a couple of towns walking around shops. "Someone out of the thousands of people that Luke's friends with will be a drummer right?"
"What if we get a female drummer?" Michael perked up, "That'd be hot." he nodded his head excitedly grinning from ear to ear.
"You'd be too distracted dude," I disagreed. My food didn't seem as appetising as what it did earlier when I bought it, so I pushed away my tray and crossed my arms, resting them on the table.
"But so would you with a male one." Michael whispered lowering his head so no one could hear.
"I don't get distracted with you do I?" I smirked. Michael knew that I was joking but pretending to act hurt to pull out this little charade that he started. Ever since Calum and I told him I was gay two years ago he's been really chill about it, but he likes to tease me about it sometimes and to be honest, it's not hard to tease him back.
"Guys, I have history with both of you next, can we not start this argument now?" Calum moaned standing up from the table as everyone else started to empty the cafeteria for next lesson.
"We'll continued this later Hemmings, I'm not gonna let this go this time." he pointed to his eyes then towards to me, as if he was saying that he's watching me. We both knew that I won that, he just didn't like to admit that he lost an argument.
When we left the cafeteria, Georgia ran up to us and grabbed ahold of my arm. This sort of became a normal routine, Georigia would try way too hard to get my attention and I would try and let her down softly. Georgia was actually a very pretty girl, she just tries way too hard. She had natural brunette hair, however she dyed it blonde, and she drew her eyebrows on so she looked like she had two large slugs above her eyes. Her mascara and eye make up was that heavy, she couldn't open her eyes properly. I felt sorry that girls felt like they had to try this hard to impress guys.
"Luke! Oh my God! You were amazing on saturday!" Georgia squealed making me wince in pain.
"Georgia, I'm glad you liked it." I smiled slowly pulling my arm out of her extremely tight grasp. Even if she didn't think so, I needed blood circulation in my arm, it's kind of vital to play guitar and do normal everyday activities.
Georgia pouted, "Luke, are you free tonight? I need help with my english homework." she smirked walking beside me as I tried to make my way quickly to history.
"I'm afraid that I have to go and visit my mum's friends, sister's, cousin's, boss's, son's, girlfriend's hamster has just died and I promised to help them bury it." I excused myself cringing at how bad my excuse actually was. I had to think of something complicated didn't I? I couldn't think of anything simple like my brother asked me to go see a football game or something. "I'm sure Calum is free though."
It's was Calum's turn. The guys designed a rota where everytime a girl hits on me and I turn them down, I say that maybe Calum or Michael could help them. I go back and forth between the two, last girl I put down I said Michael, so of course it's Calum's turn.
"Oh, ok.. Well I hope your fake friend's girlfriend's fake hamster is happy in fake hamster heaven." Georgia spat rolling her eyes at me. "You could've just said you weren't interested." she said in a 'duh' voice before walking off letting me give off a loud sigh of relief. I wasn't embarrassed, she embarrassed herself with all the throwing herself at me. I just turned her down, I've done nothing but tell a terrible excuse to be embarrassed for.
I walked into history and sat down next to Emily, giving her a quick hello I pulled out my history and lyric book sitting them ontop of the table. Usually in history I didn'tt listen, especially when learning about the World Wars. I didn't find it interesting, I knew most of what Mr Small was telling me.
Yes my history teacher is called Mr Small. The story behind his name is actually quite comical, he told us it the first day of our history lessons. Basically his great, great, great, great grandad moved here from Italy and didn't speak a word of English and he didn't understand a word of what they were saying. Now Mr Small's grandad was an extraordinarily small man, so the Australian goverment gave him the surname Small. This small gene has gone through the generations as my history teacher was 5 foot 2 inches. Which I found cute, I'm over a foot taller than this guy and he thinks that he has more authority than me.
"Now class, you can't just think that you don't need to know history, like the good Churchill once said. 'Those who don't learn about history, repeat it.'" Mr Small paused for a moment and thought, "at least, I think that's what he said."
The class chuckled, Mr Small was a bit of an airhead, he was all over the place. It was kind of like all the try hard girls at this school in one man. Pulling off his glasses he puffed air onto the follicles and wiped them clean with the bottom of his white shirt, making it turn a nasty brown colour. Seriously, what did he do to make his glasses that dirty?
In looks Mr Small reminds me of Mr Happy. He was round and he was always smiling, he loved his job, there was no other way to put it.
"Sir, what did God say?" Michael chuckled knowing this'll get a kick out of him.
"Well, Michael. God is not as inspiring with quotes such as 'Let there be light'. I mean what did you learn from that? Your religion teachers really need to go and check themselves, no one can just create light." Mr Small started, and well, once he starts there's no stopping him.
I zoned off when he started talking about the first chapter in Genesis. Our history lessons always at some point end up being Mr Small judging how badly The Bible was written. Honestly as a Christian myself, I was slightly offended, but everyone is allowed their opinions so when this point of the lesson came around I always opened my lyric book and worked on the original songs.
We only had one completed song, that Calum wrote. It was actually good to say it's our first original song. He didn't do bad for an amateur. We're not doing bad for amateurs.
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Luke, Jack's out with friends, Ben should be around the house somewhere, Dad should be home soon and I'm just nipping out for some bread and milk. Mum Xx
"BEN!" I shouted up the stairs, knowing exactly what he's doing and not wanting to walk into my brother whilst he's in the middle of a session.
"LUKE NOT NOW!" he shouted back followed by a thud. Yep, I knew exactly what he was doing.
I flipped him off from the bottom of the stairs, then walked into the kitchen to get the packet of Kettle Chips I knew my mum was hiding underneath the sink. I felt like I needed some 'girly time' my mum called it. So whenever I was craving crisps, biscuits or ice cream my mum would say that I wanted girly time. Honestly, I just thought that I craved that specific food.
I flipped open my maths book and finished all the Arc Length equations. It literally took me about 3 minutes to do, ever since I was little I've been good with maths because my mum always helped me with it and she started teaching me it before reading and writing. Numbers were the first things I learned to write, it's kind of like maths is my language not English. I try and explain this to someone and they don't understand what I'm talking about so usually I like to stay clear of my academic advantages.
My house wasn't anything special or different. It was like any other house in my neighbourhood, two stories, but I don't really ever go upstairs, everything I needed was downstairs. Only Ben and Jack's room was upstairs, the bathroom, my room and my parent's room was all downstairs. Which is better for me because that's not exercise going upstairs, I'm not the biggest fan of sport, never have been.
My living room only had one coat of paint on the walls because my dad hadn't finished painting the whole room, we had brand new leather couch's which weren't exactly the most comfortable things to sit on. Our box television was sat ontop of a big cabinet, like what you'd see in Monica and Rachel's apartment on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. My dad didn't like the new flat screen TV's and refused to change our old and battered television, so we were stuck with this one. I wasn't exactly complaining, I wasn't one for watching TV I was mostly on the laptop, plus I could watch How I Met Your Mother on my laptop easily.
Closing my book I heard the front door close at the same time, obviously signalling someone has entered the family habitat. "Luke?" I heard my mum shout from the kitchen, I stood up from my place and walked into the kitchen to find her standing with a box of Chocolate Latte Machiatto Sundae ice cream. "At least let me have a tiny bit of this, yeah?I don't actually buy this for you."
I chuckled nodding my head, but the problem is I will probably eat all of that aswell because not only is it my mum's favourite ice cream, it's also mine. "Yeah, just hide it somewhere I won't find it then I won't be able to eat it."
"I thought you'd say that," mum sighed trying to mask the giggle she wanted to let out. "So I got you some of them Maryland gooey's, where the biscuits are soft in the middle or something." she picked up a red packet with pictures of chocolate chip biscuits on the cover halfed showing the melted chocolate ooze out of the biscuit. Quickly I snatched the packet from my mum's grasp giving her a quick thanks before racing into my room.
"To Thing 1: Ok, dude i officially have a feast! :-D *image*"
I took a picture of my bottom drawer in my chest, which was now filled to the brim with chocolate bars, biscuits, crisps and all different assortments of gooey sweets.
My room wasn't anything out there, it was dark blue and have white furnishing to make the room look 'lighter' my mum said. I only had one wall covered in band posters and magazine posters, they were all overlapping and a couple managed to reach up and go over the joint between the wall and my ceiling. I only had the one chest of drawers for my clothes, I didn't own anything other than black skinny jeans, flannels and band tops, so there was no point for any more storage. My bed was against the right wall facing opposite the window. Another bonus of having my room downstairs is the fact that Michael and Calum and just climb through the winow, or I can just sneak out of the window at night for parties. Not that I go to many parties. I am slightly too socially awkward for events like them.
"From Thing 1: Lukeeee, why don't you ever invite me over to feast?!"
"To Thing 1: Never, none of this food is for you cherrub ^.^"
I threw my phone on my bed hearing the thump before opening the packet of biscuits and chowing down. The taste in my mouth, I'm not going to lie, it was orgasmic. Better than what I could ever imagine sex to be like, nothing could be better than food, right?
Whatcha think about Luke then?
-Eliza
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