#fire fic

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Chapter one: Here.

Sorry this chapter sucks.. It's kinda a filler. But I have a good idea for the next chapter so hang with me okay ily. <3 Btw, what are your thoughts on Emmaleigh???

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“Lex!” I heard a voice yell. I groaned and buried my head further in my pillow. “Lexus!” They said again. “Wake up!” I groaned, and sat up, looking over at whom the voice belonged to. It was Calum.

  “Jesus, what do you want?” I groaned.

  “Hey, we’re going to get some lunch. Do you want to go with us?”

  “Yeah sure.. Give me a little bit to get dressed.” I yawned. He nodded, and closed my door behind him as he walked out. I sat up, and walked over to my closet. I pulled out an outfit and got dressed. I pulled on the jacket that Calum had bought me for my birthday last year, and then walked down the hall to the bathroom. The door to the bathroom opened as I reached it. Michael walked out, and as he walked past me, he glanced back, raising an eyebrow.

  “Leather? Never would have guessed.” He scoffed.

  “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Clifford?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “I just didn’t think you’d be the type. I mean, it doesn’t seem like your style.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

  “Yeah? Well being a complete and utter asshole doesn’t seem like your style, but there’s more than what meets the eye, yeah?” I asked, flipping him off, and walking into the bathroom. I plugged up my curling iron and curled my hair into loose curls, and put on my makeup. Then I ran down the steps, to see all of the guys and Emmaleigh sitting on the couches and in the recliner. Emmaleigh shot me a look, but after being here for three days since I told her off when I met her, I had grown accustomed to her bullshit.

  “Ready?” Ashton asked, looking around the room. Everyone mumbled their ‘yeah’s. We all walked outside and to the cars. I got in the car with Calum, and much to my dismay, Michael and Emmaleigh got in too. So Luke and Ashton got in Ashton’s car.

  “Fuck can’t I ever get a break.” I groaned to myself as Emmaleigh climbed in the front by Calum, and Michael had no choice but to slide in the back beside me.

  “Oh shut the fuck up.” He spat, quietly. I clenched my fists, and turned around, raising an eyebrow.

  “The urge to punch you in your god damned face is growing every fucking time you speak.” I snapped, rolling my eyes.

  “Whatever.” He scoffed.

  “Stoooooop.” Calum whined from the front, glaring at us through the rearview mirror.

    Although the car ride was bad, actually being at the restaurant was way worse. I sat in between Luke and Calum, and across from Michael and the whole time I just wanted to punch him in his face. When we got back to the house, Calum was pissed.

  “Why can’t you be nice?” He snapped, glaring at me as we walked into the house.

  I scoffed, and raised an eyebrow. “Me? He’s the asshole!” I spat.

  “You’re both rude.” He said, sighing.

  I sighed, and walked into the living room, but before I walked in, I heard Emmaleigh talking. I peaked around the corner and she was talking to Michael.

  “Give me your credit card.” She said, smiling widely. I raised an eyebrow. What the hell?

  “For what?” He hummed, looking over at her, but pulling out his wallet. No. Stop.

  “I need new clothes, and a new purse or two. You wouldn’t want your girlfriend to go without clothes, would you?” She giggled, batting her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes.

  “You just went shopping, with my credit cards might I add, three days ago…” He mumbled, biting his lip.

  “Too bad.” She snapped, grabbing his card from his hand, and standing up. I scoffed, a little too loud, and both of their heads shot in my direction.

  “What?!” They both spat. I raised an eyebrow and flipped them both off.

  “What a relationship you two have, yeah?” I asked, smiling fakely. “The love is in the air.” I smirked, rolling my eyes and turning to walk up the steps.

  I knew there was something off about their relationship… And as of this moment I knew what I thought it was. She was using him. That much was clear.

  I had to fix everything. Not because I didn’t hate Michael, because I did… but because I absolutely hated that bitch.

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  Luke’s Point of View ((oooohhh, changing it up, don’t hate me ily xx))

  “What’s wrong with Lexus?” I asked Calum as I walked into the band room. We were rehearsing, later that day.

  “I dunno… Her and Michael have been at each other’s throats for the past three days. It’s starting to make me mad.” He sighed, shooting Michael, who was sitting on the couch, looking down at his phone, a look. “They both need to just chill… Lex is an amazing girl. She’s sweet and nic-“

  Michael scoffed, cutting Calum off. “She’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. Nice? Sweet? Maybe she used to be, Cal. But not anymore, she isn’t.”

  “Then clearly you don’t know her very well, Clifford.. Lexus is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. We’ve ben friends since we were like six. You just have to spend time with her, and get to know her… That’s usually how you are… What’s made you judge her so quickly? What’s gotten into you, Mikey?” Calum said, standing up, and rolling his eyes.

  Mikey frowned, and looked up at Cal, and then glanced over at me. I frowned, and then Ashton walked into the room. “I’m here, let’s start!”

  ~~~

  Lexus’ Point of View

  “Lex.” Cal hummed from behind me. I was grabbing something to drink, and I turned around.

  “Cal.” I mimicked, smiling softly. He smiled and walked over to me.

  “So what do you want for your birthday?” He asked, draping his arm over my shoulders.

  “Nothing, Cal.” I said, looking up at him. “Nothing. Being here is plenty.” I assured him.

He opened his mouth to speak but a voice from the doorway made up both look up.

  “When’s your birthday?” It was Michael.

  “July 24th..”  I mumbled, biting my lip. He nodded, and smiled softly.

  “Good to know.” He smirked, turning on his heels and walking away. I groaned, and buried my head in Cal’s shoulder. He chuckled, and rubbed my back.

Those were the words that Calum used to describe Michael Clifford. He used the very words from Stephen King himself. But I never realized how accurate they were, though. That is, until I met the boy for myself. Calum had just told me that even though so many people surrounded Michael, that he was just alone, and all he really needed was someone.

  “Guys! This is my friend Alexus.” Calum said, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

  “Ahh! The infamous Alexus! Hi, I’m Ashton!” Ashton chirped. I already knew who they were, because of how fond I was of the band, and how close I was with Calum himself. He practically only told stories of the tour when he was around me.

  “I’m Luke.” He hummed, opening his arms for me. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around him.

  “Michael.” The last one said. My eyes flickered from Luke, over to the tall boy with the skunk hair. I bit my lip, and noted his expression. He had a very small and fake smile playing on his lips. It was kind of like he didn’t really want to be here right now. I bit my lip and smiled at him. I could already tell that what Cal said was right. That Michael was alone, despite what appeared.

  “Yeah, and I’m Emmaleigh.” A blonde mumbled from behind Michael. I glanced over his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. There stood a girl, about five four, with (clearly) dyed blonde hair, and green eyes.  She was pretty, yes, but in a fake way. Plus, something in the way she glared at me over his shoulder showed me that she wasn’t as pleasant as she seemed to be, and she didn’t seem to very pleasant at all. “Michael’s girlfriend.” The word slid off of her tongue like turpentine.

  I nodded, and bit my lip, stepping back from Luke, and back towards Calum. “Oh, really? And why would you feel the need to inform me of that? I know who 5 Seconds of Summer are, considering my best friend is in it, so that means that I would ultimately know who they’re dating. So unless you sensed me as a competition, you wouldn’t have found it necessary to fill me in on that, would you?” I hummed, smiling innocently. Her eyes widened, and so did everyone else’s. Calum’s jaw dropped and he elbowed me in the side. I glanced over at him, and smirked. “Anyways, good to meet you boys.” I hummed, waving simply to Luke, Ashton, and Michael as I walked into the kitchen of their LA house. 5 Seconds of Summer were in LA for a month and Calum invited me, since my birthday was during that month, and he said he wasn’t missing it again this year. Also, I hadn’t met the boys yet, despite the years of them being friends, so I finally got to do that, too.

  “What the fuck was that?” I heard from behind me, as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I turned around, and saw an amused Calum standing in the doorway of the kitchen. I glanced behind him and realized that nobody was behind him and I let out a giggle.

  “Oh please, I saw through Emmaleigh Vaughns’ bullshit the very first time I saw a picture of her. She’s not as perfect as everyone thinks.” I mumbled, shrugging.

Calum bit his lip and nodded. “Ya know, you’re right. Emma’s not the best person, whenever Mikey’s not around… She’s fake. When Mikey’s around, she acts like she’s the spawn of Jesus.” He groaned.

  “Poor Mikey...” I muttered, sighing softly. “Anyways… I’m going to get dressed, I’ve never been to the US, and I really want to go explore. Care to join?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head.

  “Nah, I’m just going to take a nap or something.”

  I nodded, and frowned. “Fine… I’ll go ask Luke.” I said, walking into the living room. “Hemmings?” I hummed, taking a sip from my water.

  He looked up from his conversation with Ashton, and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, Smith, what’s up?” He asked, smiling softly.

  “Calum’s being a loser. Want to go hang out?” I hummed. He smiled and nodded.

  “Yeah, sure. Where?” He asked, standing up.

  “Dunno.. You just wanna go walk the streets of LA?” I hummed, shrugging.

  “Yeah sure, of course. Just let me go change.” He said, smiling softly at me, and jogging up the steps. I walked up behind him, walking into my room, and changing. It was mid-July so it was mid-summer in the states, while back home it would be mid-winter. So I had to remember to pack warm clothes. I changed into a pair of high waisted jean shorts that showed off my long legs, with a Nirvana muscle tee. I brushed through my naturally dirty-blonde hair, and slid on my black vans. I grabbed my black sparkly backpack from Pink, and made sure I had everything I needed. I ran down the steps and into the living room. Michael and Emmaleigh were sitting on the couch, cuddled up. He looked so fond of her... if he only knew. Ashton was asleep in the recliner, and I smiled, softly. Luke came down a few minutes later, a Ramones’ tee, with a pair of dark jeans, and black vans.

  “Ready to go?” I hummed, smiling. He nodded, smiling.

  Luke and I walked out the door, after getting a look from Emmaleigh. We walked down the street, towards downtown LA. We decided to walk since it was such a nice day. When we got closer to downtown, there was already a mob of fans waiting. I groaned inwardly.

  “How the hell did they know we were going to be out here?” Luke groaned. I pulled out my phone, and checked twitter.

  And of course,

  @EmmaleighVaughns: ‘Guess who’s in downtown LA, shopping right now? Luke Hemmo and his new girlyfriend Lexus James (; It’s a date, ya feel?’

I groaned, and showed Luke the tweet. “Fuck, she’s a bitch.” He sighed.

  I wasn’t known very well, but I still was, simply for being Calum’s best friend. We dated for a while but we ended up just staying friends, so I guess people knew me from that too.

  “Luke!” Everyone started screaming, along with a few, “Lexus!” screams.

  “Luke are you dating her?”

“Lexus are you and Luke dating?”

“Luke, where are the others?”

And suddenly we were surrounded by hundreds of screaming girls.

    “God, that was fucking torture.” I groaned, as I walked into the house, dropping to the couch when I made it in the door.

  Luke chuckled and shook his head. “Not so much, I enjoy that.. but the shopping, yes. We couldn’t even look at something without one of the fans trying to buy it for us.” He chuckled, siting down beside me.

  “Mhm, today was fun though.” I hummed, laying my head on his shoulder.

  “Very fun.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

The next thing I knew, my eyes were closed, and I didn’t remember a thing.

  When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed because I heard the guys talking. My head was in somebody’s lap, and whoever was above me was playing with my hair.

  “I think somebody likes her.” I heard Calum say from across the room.

  “Nah.” Luke said, with a small chuckle. Wait, were they talking about... me?

  “You’ve been looking at her like she’s pure fucking gold.” I heard Ashton say, from a distance. So either my head was in Luke or Michael’s lap. Hopefully it was Luke’s because I wasn’t sure if I even liked Michael yet. He didn’t make an effort to talk to me, but then again his bitch ass of a girlfriend was always around. So there was probably no way my head was in his lap.

  “She is, though..” I heard a small whisper say from above me. Luke. Good. “I just mean that, she’s special, I can already tell... But we’re only friends. I just met her today.” He chuckled.

  I groaned, sitting up sleepily, rubbing my eyes, so it looked like I just woke up.

  “Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” Calum said, smiling widely at me from the recliner.

  “Hi, Cal.” I muttered softly, stretching. I looked back at Luke and smiled.

  “Hey..” He said, smiling. I nodded and smiled.

  “Hi, Lukey.” I said, standing up. I looked over at Ashton who was sitting by Michael, who was looking around the room, uninterested in my waking up. “Hi, Ash.”

  “Hi, Lex.” He laughed. Michael glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow.

  I sighed as Michael got up and practically ran up the steps. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

  “Be ready for a fun month, Lex.” Calum chuckled.

  “Oh, I’m ready.”

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"You're late, Brock." Halvo shrugged at Kennedy, not even looking up from his copy of AP Magazine. Kennedy noticed You Me At Six was on the cover. "Man, I'd kill to tour with them." Halvo looked up and lowered his voice. "Did you get the stuff?" Truth be told, he was just as excited for this as Kenny was. "Yeah, man. Where's John?" "In the studio working on vocals for My Heroine. He has no idea." He jumped (no literally, jumped) in excitement. "Awesome. Let's get him in the car so we can put this plan to action." They went through the plan one more time.

At one point, their voices were so loud John could hear them from inside the studio. "...NO, GARRETT SHOULD SET HIM ON FIRE." "...LISTEN I THINK IT WOULD BE BEST IF KENNEDY WAS THE ONE THAT TIED HIM TO A CHAIR." "CAN'T WE DO IT AT SIX FLAGS OR SOMETHING?"

When they finally got John in the car, they couldn't stop smiling at each other. They'd been planning this for a while now. "Could you fuckers tell me where we're actually going first?" He exclaimed from the back seat of Garrett's car, the Hulk. "Sorry, John. But it'll be really fun. Honest." "Better be. Is your bitch of a girlfriend going to be there?" Eric frowned at this. "She's not a bitch, and she's going. You're just jealous because I'm boning her and not you." John didn't reply. Truth be told, this was real. He's had a crush on Halvo for... forever, and this bitch stealing his spotlight didn't exactly give him the time of day.

"We're here," Kennedy yelled as he opened his car door. John was about to open his when a piece of white cloth attacked his face.

That was all John could remember when he woke up in the middle of an abandoned storage place. The guys mist be pulling some mean trick on him. he stood up to leave and- wait, what the fuck? "I'm tied to a chair?" Rage was slowly entering him. "YOU JACKASSES TIED ME TO A CHAIR?" No replies. He tried to grab his swiss knife from his shirt pocket but- hold on, he was shirtless too? In fact, all he had on were his purple boxer shorts (Justin Bieber. Hard to explain) and some socks. He contemplated jumping out, but he's been seen shirtless before. Girls would tear him apart before he even reached two blocks. "Damn it, guys. Just show yourselves." He couldn't help but notice a pool of... something on the floor. Clear. Water, maybe? Pee? He didn't really want to know.

A few moments later, Pat emerged, and John couldn't be happier. If anybody could get him out of here, it was nice old Pat. "Hey, man. Get me out of here." Pat just smiled at him and fished something out of his pocket. A matchbox? "Pat, quit fucking around and get me out of here. I'll get you a sundae." Pat's face lit up at this, but no. He can't. He was talking one for the team. "Sorry, bro." Pat whispered as he lit a match from the box. John suspected that the liquid pooling was probably gasoline or something as flammable.

He kicked and yelled, but at this point the flames were spreading and he could feel a twinge of heat creeping up his bare leg. Just then, Jared walked in. "DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK IT'S NOT FUNNY." Jared just looked at him and unbucked his belt.

What the hell was this guy going to do- rape him?