Shh...It's A Secret [Luke Hemmings]

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**Only half edited so.....👀 sorry!**

-Elena-

"Call me when you land okay?"

"Yes Ellie I will alright yeesh, even Izzy isn't this worried."

"Oh shush Calum." I took my keys out of the ignition and watched Aud laugh at her phone. Probably Michael.

"So tell me again, how many shows do we have in Dublin?"

"Three, the 23rd, 24th, and the 25th."

"Ok well I gotta go so, see you soon El, bye!"

I hung up and walked into Audry's house. "Hey mum, hey dad." Aud kissed her mum's cheek and put the groceries on the counter. "So what's for dinner Ellie?"

Evelyn turned to me and I shrugged. "I bought some pasta and sauce, but I also got some chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries so I don't know. We'll figure it out though."

"Can't wait for either of those." Daniel smiled and turned back to his newspaper.

"Are you sure you wanna go back to your house?" Audry asked once we got up to her room with Cheetos and sodas from 7/11.

"Hell yeah I need clothes and plus I'd rather get all of my stuff out before graduation."

"When does the devil work again?"

"From 9am to god knows when."

She flipped her hair and made a face. "Well I hope he goes out for drinks and passes out in the bar and then never makes it to work the next morning."

"Audry!"

She held her hands up in defense. "I'm just saying, that bastard doesn't need to be in that house, it's your mothers."

"Thank you." I turned over onto my stomach and grabbed the remote from her.

"I was using that," she took it from me but I snatched it back. "Hey! Get! This is my house bitch!"

"And this is my show bitch." I pointed to the television which was playing season 2 of Pretty Little Liars. "What episode is this?"

I shrugged. "They're still trying to blame Spencer for shit because she was taking drugs so maybe 8?"

"Good point, but Mona's not in Radley yet right?"

"I don't know." We both watched laughing at Hannah's bad jokes and Spencer's mother's awful sense of style.

"She dresses like an old woman my god."

"She's only as old as my mother and she looks like she could be Mrs. Parish."

She was our Grade 9 math teacher who always tried to get us to join the mathletes and was about 90 years old with a humpback and a crotchety old voice that sounded like a witch. "Oh my god you're right, except Mrs. Parish was short."

"No she was probably the same height just bent over cuz she's old."

"You know, she retired."

I looked at her. "Really?"

"No she's dead," she shoved me. "Yes she's retired!" I threw a cheeto at her. "Audry!"

"Hey! What!?"

"She's not dead you idiot!"

"She could be, damn."

"She's probably in Florida with her husband and kids dammit now watch team Sparia at it's best."