Broken Lines || sequel • discontinued •

Chapter 8 (Seeking Help)

• Luke's POV •

"Ashton, the microwave!" I yelled.

"Did someone say microwave?" Michael said, popping his head out from the game hall.

I grunted. "These people have to be kidding me," I muttered to myself.

So three days ago, we finally got access to our house in LA. The only reason why we weren't able to get the keys and have proper access was because Justin, our manager, and Michael had a deal about the pool. Michael wanted full access on the pool even on concert nights but the management won't allow it. That's why it took long for us to get in here so we stayed at a hotel.

It's pretty flippin' cool too; getting your own house you can share with your best friends. It's just about two streets away from the hotel and the cool stuff in the city.

"Luke, I'm in the shower!" Ashton yelled loud enough somewhere in the house for me to hear. "Get it for me!"

I rolled my eyes, turning off the TV. I wasn't interested in the show anyway. I headed for our kitchen to get his super-cliché'-but-still-good mac n' cheese out of the microwave. After doing it, I placed a food cover over it and went back to the living room.

"This is fucking amazing! It's so cute! I wanna name it!" I heard Calum's voice come from the front door outside. I walked out the front door and my eyes widened at the sight I saw.

Calum was holding a black and brown colored Chihuahua with one hand and a luggage with the other. I glanced behind him and saw someone closing the gate behind her. I didn't hesitate even for a second to decide on who the girl was. It was Kristen Walsh, Calum's girlfriend; my childhood friend.

"Holy shitballs!" I exclaimed. "Walsh! What are you doing here!?"

"Nice to see you too, Luke Hemmings," she laughed. I gave her a quick hug. Calum completely ignored me because he was too distracted with the Chihuahua he was holding. He literally placed Kristen's luggage at the side of the pool and sat on the floor and played with it.

Kristen chuckled to herself and stepped inside the house. I followed her. "Oi! Ash, Michael! Kristen is here!"

Kristen's height didn't change (sorry not sorry), her hair was now cut short. Obviously, her pink hair tips were gone. They were replaced with hair up to her shoulders and they were in the color red. It was kind of blinding but my eyes adjusted to them. Currently, she was wearing a pink tank top, faded blue jeans and black high-top Vans. She sat on the couch and sighed heavily.

"Awww c'mere!" Michael said, going out of the game hall in feet and headphones hanging on his neck. Kristen stood up and hugged him.

"What's up with the 5 Seconds of Winter boys?" Kristen asked.

"Well, we just finished the last show two nights ago and now, we will stay here for songwriting," Ashton said, walking down the stairs in a towel.

"Hi Ashton," Kristen smiled.

"Hello, Kristen," Ashton said. "How was tour in Florida?"

"Oh, it was spontaneous," she said, walking towards the kitchen. "Hey whose mac n' cheese is this!"

"That's mine!" Ashton exclaimed, following her to the kitchen.

Michael went back to the game hall to finish whatever game he was playing. I shrugged and walked going to the pool area where Calum was now lying next to the unnamed Chihuahua. He was sticking his face so close to it I was afraid it might bite his cute nose off.

"Calum, you're scaring the puppy," I laughed.

"But it's so cute," Calum said, sitting up. I couldn't even believe he was able to lie on the floor with the sun directly on it. He picked up the puppy and stroked its back. "I wanna name it Molly."