Nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain
When you're in outer space
When you're in outer space
- 5SOS -
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# Luke's POV
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I'm listening to the chatter sound of the raindrops hitting the window as I lean on them. It's calming to just watch the rain and listen to its lulling voice; like you're in a different time and place; when I'm here contemplating of life, of everything and nothing at the same time. Wondering about places and times. It's a nice distraction from the hectic hell I've been through the past few days. It's not that I hate it, but it'll be damn nice if I could have a small break.
I love my job. I love to play with the boys that I'd like to call brothers now and share those moments with all of our fans. I've been dreaming to reach this state for a long time, and believe me when I say that it was not easy. But when I finally did it, I could't believe it. All the dreams come true. All of my effort paid off.
I still can't wrap my head around it sometimes. Man, just one hell of luck.
It's not that we're just sitting around playing guitar, and BAM, we got the contracts. Not at all. But in a country where you have to pay for every drop of water, it was not an easy task for you to get noticed. And to be given the contracts for a chance of getting billions of dollars, luck also plays a part in it.
I might sound cocky, but hell, I'm proud of my achievements, proud of my brothers. And for all of the good things we gain, there's price to pay. In my case, it's not a small price. But I won't change it for the world.
***
"Luke, man, let's get the hell out of here! I'm bored out of my mind. Fuck. I'm going to lose my mind if I stay here for another hour." Alex barges in to my room. The fucker got no manners.
"Go away. I'm not in the mood." I answer lazily.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling so tired lately, and it's getting worse every day. I feel that I miss out on something important. I lost it without even finding what it was. I feel so trapped and restless. It's like I need to find a way out.
I feel like I need to do something—to find anything to bring back the spirit I once had and give more to people who have always supported our band to no end. I don't feel I did enough to deserve this. It's not enough. Not anymore.
"Oh, come on! I've got no one beside you. Jack and Sammy's gone already. God knows where Dylan went to. I'm going out of my mind staying in this house for days!" Alex whines, pulling his hair at the same time. I want to pull my hair too.
"You're such a whiny dork. Why don't you just text Jack and go join him? I really am not in the mood." I turn my head back to watch the rain. I don't think I have the energy to put on a mask today.
"You're never in the mood. What happened to you? You sound like a kid who did not get a present on Christmas." he says nonchalantly. I shoot him a death glare. Like the fucker he is, he continues, "Beside, I'm not going to let that dimwit mock me again for trailing his ass. Not a chance." He pouts and crosses his hand. Acting all bossy with me.
I just stare at him. Does he ever listen to himself talking? He really has no sense of self-consciousness. Talking without thinking. I wonder how girls fall for his bullshit. They probably don't know the actual truth until it's too late. Poor them.
When he realized that I don't give two shits about his problem, he started to give me his puppy dog stare and shed his unseen tears. That would work on girls. Not me. I'm not that cheap. What the actual fuck?
I can see the cobweb in his brain turning crazily, trying to come up with a reason.
Heh. I snicker with disdain. What are you going to do now, fucker?
"Come on, man, you're the only brother I can count on. You know the manager won't let me go alone now. You also know it's necessary for me to get some fresh air. You will not let me down right, bro?" He's using his ultimate weapon. He got that one point right.
God, he is so annoying sometimes I wonder how I can put up with him all these years. He knows I cannot say no to that. After what happened back then, he knows we've been really careful about letting him go out unaccompanied.
Damn it. This night just went downhill way too fast, and it's barely 8. I rub my face tiredly.
"Alright, I'll go, but on one condition." I need to set the bar for troublemaker, lest he bring more problems to solve. I don't need that right now.
"Anything you want, Lead. We will rock the world tonight!" He already walked out of my room in an instant before I even say my piece. What a dumbass.
Yeah, turns out I'm rather cheap.
"No chicks involved. And we'll be home before midnight!" I yell at him from where I sit. He better listen. Or he will be a dead meat before he even finishes spelling chick.
"Let's see how the night end, baby," He shouts back from the hallway, then cackling like a retard.
Shit. I can smell trouble cooking now. The plan to 'stay out of trouble' goes out of the window.
"Go change! Don't let me play dress up with you." He adds teasingly before closing his door.
"Fucktard!"
His laughs booming from his room to mine, triggering memories of the past. My lips curl in disgust. Once is enough for me to understand what a disaster his styling is for my taste. I should've known; he will never get things right. God forbid him to act like a real adult and not give everyone a headache every time.
I pick up my phone from the small coffee table and ring Dylan's number to tell him to head off to our usual place and hang out for a few hours. It's better to stick together to avoid unnecessary trouble. Heaven knows we've had enough problems to last us a lifetime.
It's been awhile since the five of us have fun with ourselves. Two weeks have passed since that accident, so I guess it'll be fine to let off some steam for a few hours.
So yeah, let's have some fun.
A/N :
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