Being Carter Hood (5SOS)

My brown eyes flicker open gently to the wave of wind from the now open balcony door giving me a rush of slight chills.
"Good Morning, gorgeous." Michael whispers calmly standing in the balcony door frame with a smug smile on his face.
"I didn't mean to wake you up, it just got a bit stuffy in here." He apologizes and I look him up and down and give him an innocent look.
Its been a week since we arrived at the vacation house and its been filled with some precious moment and boring ones. Everyone has been bonding alot, but I'm not going to lie and say I haven't been isolating myself to drink something secretly but I like to think I'm trying to get better, even if thats a lie. Obviously I only drink a smidge other wise it would be obvious in my face what I was doing. I feel guilty.. I really do, but doesn't everyone have their own grieving process?



"Its okay." I sigh while letting my hair fall against my shoulders from my tight pony tail. Standing onto the hard floor. "Its kinda cloudy out." I observe as I gaze out the balcony door wrapping my arms around his cold bare torso. "Yeah, it gave me a weather report on my phone that its suppose to rain around night time tonight." Michael says looking down at me. I release a gasp. "Were still all camping outside tonight, right?" I ask anxiously. "Of course, it probably won't even rain, you know the weather predictions aren't always right." He chuckles at my quick panic. "Good." I sigh. Then began to walk to my side of the bed and pick up the freshly made cup of coffee Michael made me everyone morning and took a sip. I raise an eyebrow at him as he chuckled once again. "Your so cute." He laughs while kissing my cheek sweetly and takes the warm mug from my rosy hands to steal a sip. "Hey that's mine!" I grunt and pout my lips jokingly.
"Your coffee is my coffee and my coffee is yours." Michael smiles before setting it back on the nightstand. I let out a low yelp , not expecting to be lifted by my sides so my legs wrap around his waist. I cling to him and he begins to chuckle more. "Dont do that." I harmlessly slap his shoulder while his chest shakes against mine from laughing.

I lean back to press our foreheads together then begin to smoothly run my relaxed tangled fingers through his recent changed, bright red hair. As we look at eachother Michael's face softens into a beautiful seriousness. I grow lovely Goosebumps from his hands gripping my lower back firmly.
"We s-should probably go help with the camping stuff."
I mumble while I suductively bite onto his lower lip and softly pull, making him let out a low grunt. "I guess we should, but if you keep doing stuff like that. I won't be able to." He responds giving me a sense of pride in a way.
"Lets leave now, because the moment I kiss your lips I don't be able to stop." I giggle and he smiles then starts to walk out the bedroom door with me still in his arms.

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"Tents?" Stella curiously asks as she looks down at her list. "Check!" My brother announces, gesturing to the only two tents we could find in town. Since its not really camping season, but they are a decent size. We wandered around all day gathering everything to have a fun night.
"Lighter?"

"Check." I confirm.
"..And Smores. Which I have in my hand, looks like were ready to go." She grins and tosses her pen and paper on the kitchen counter.

"Oh wait what about the waters?" Ashton looks at Stella. "I got them." I say and hold up the blue ice chest filled with water bottles, keeping the one filled with vodka in my backpack to myself.
"Great. Lets go then." Luke says bluntly while glancing at me before walking out the front door with everyone following.
I squint my eyes at him. Was it just me or did that seem weird?..
Now that I think about it, hearing him talk felt different. We haven't hung out since.. Two weeks I believe. There's not really a reason why.. Its just so much has happened that I kinda forgot about it, whenever we talk its been simple things like 'whats for dinner?' or 'Do you want anything from the store?'.
"You okay, baby?" Michael asks from my side, snapping me from my thoughts. "Yeah." I force a smile and look away.
Once we arrive at our spot on the beach and with the sun setting we begin to unpack our supplies and set up camp. As Michael builds the fire Stella and I start to build the tents while the rest find logs for us to sit on in the group of tree to our far, far left.

"Shouldn't we read the instructions?" I chuckle and hand the paper to a struggling Stella. "No way, Carter. Its simple." She argues and shoves the metal sticks into the loops. I role my eyes at her stubbornness and begin to work on the other tent.
"Hey Stells?" I call her and she looks at me to continue.
"Have you noticed anything weird with your brother lately?" I ask and for some reason bight my lip, from anxiousness.
She gives me a not so confused expression and looks away to work on the tent. "Why do you ask?" Stella raises an eyebrow.
"Well its just Luke and I haven't talked in a while and something seems off and since you guys tell eachother everything I thought you might know.." My words come out concerned and sloppy. She finally looks up at me with a sad and knowing expression. "So, something is up." I mumble. She looks me up and down and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Carter but thats something you need to ask him."
With that her tent was finished and set up perfectly before she silently walked away.

I gathered the blankets and made bends in both tents, then set three pillows in each. It grew officially dark outside once we had everything set up and the fire was lit.

Notes

This chapter is finally done.

On to the next ;) <3