Not Interested
Chapter 19 - Memories
Jordan’s POV
I woke up in bed, cuddled up with Ashton. I slowly removed his arms from around my waist, and sat up. I glanced at the clock, it was only 3:30, we hadn't even slept through the night. I looked back at Ashton as his eyes fluttered open.
“Morning.” He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
“Ash, it's only 3:30, we didn't sleep through the whole day.”
“Aww.”
I laided back down and stared up at my ceiling. All of the memories suddenly came flooding in. I remember the good old days when my family was, well a family. Mom and dad, with Brendan and me. I remember the drum wars me and Brendon would have together. The family jam sessions the four of us would have. The stupid sibling fight me and Brendan would have. My mom's cooking and my dad's stories. It all came back to me.
A smile spread across my face and a single tear rolled down my cheek. I turned my head and looked at Ashton, turned out he was looking at me too. Then I did something I never thought I would do. I pecked him on the lips and got out of bed.
"We better get going, before the boys started inferring what we've been doing."
"Inferring?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yes, inferring. It means the same thing as predicting." I rolled my eyes and walked out, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He mumbled something I didn't quite catch.
Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had forgotten to take my pills. That explains the mood swings.
It turned out Dot was thinking along the same lines as me. She handed me two pills and a glass of water. I gave her a small smile and downed the pills. All nine boys were watching. I didn't really care, they deserve some sort of explanation after what just happened.
“Hey lovebirds,” Louis said with a wink. If looks could kill, he would be beyond dead.
“Hey Lewis,” I said with the world's fakest grin, “What did you do while I was sleeping? Did you give Harry a quickie?” I winked at him and walked back to the kitchen, high fiving Mikey and getting a murderous look from Dot.
“So what are we doing today?” I asked ignoring Louis.
“Well it's Friday so I thought you would want to record a video, and the Aussies have to leave tomorrow, so I thought you could stay here and record while we go out and get McDonalds or something.” Dot just shrugged and I couldn't believe my ears. The boys were leaving TOMORROW!
“Wait!” Everyone just looked at me, “I need six of you or one of you. If you want to do a duet then I need one of the boys, but if you want to do something deep and meaningful then I need six of you. Or you could even all stay here and the ones who aren't in the video can play the music in the background.” I gave a awkward smile and ran my hand through my hair. The boys all either looked confused at what was happening or confused if they should stay.
“I’m in.” Mikey stepped forwards.
Then it was as it was a competition of who could be next to stay. All the boys stepped forwards and similarly said, “I'm in.”
“Okay cool…” I took a step back from the small crowd, “Well, I'm going to need a few things from you guys.”
Ashton's POV
She wrote down a list, handed it to me and ran off to set something up. I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand and read it out loud.
There was footsteps running down the stairs.
“Be ready in a half an hour.”
“Okay.” Dot yelled back just before Jordan went down the stairs and into the basement.
“Well these are pretty easy to find. I mean I always carry pepper spray on me, Ashton has the drumstick, and I assuming that at least one of you nine will have a corded mic and or a guitar string.”
Dot talked so casually that it was like Jordan did this every weekend. We all kind off just stood there slack jawed and bug eyed. I shook my head and snapped back to reality.
“Let’s go.” The rest of the boys came to and we began our scavenger hunt.
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We had gathered all the things and were waiting for Luke to finish getting ready. He walked out of the bathroom and we all started to make our way to the basement. As soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs Jordan appeared and started ushering us to a large open space that, I’m amusing, she uses as a dance studio. She stood in front and faced us as we curved around her.
I'm not going to lie, she looked fit. She was wearing and blue sports bra and black joggers. Her hair was in a tight ponytail on the back of her head and she no makeup on. She was ready to work.
“Okay. So here’s the plan,” She clapped her hands together and started to pace back and forth, “First we are going to run the loop, we will stop at CVS and grab water. After that we will come here warm up, do a quick stretch and start learning. Any questions?” She let out a breath and looked at us with her eyebrows raised.
“Um..” Mikey slowly raised his hand, “Did you say run?”
“Yes Mikey, run. You will have to do physical work, if you don't then you will not get dinner. Get it?”
“Got it”
“Good. anything else?”
Wait did she really mean the no dinner thing or was she just bluffing.
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She wasn't bluffing.
By the time we got back for the run, which was 10 miles, might I add! We all walked to the kitchen or living room, expecting a break. Nope. She ushered us back down stairs. I was last in line and I couldn't help it, I leaned in to kiss her.
In response, she hit me in the privates.
I doubled over in pain and heard her mumble something before she went downstairs.
I slumped down stairs, trying not to show any sign of weakness to the boys. When I got down stairs all the boys were sipping on water, relaxing. As soon as I unscrewed my water bottle, Jordan called out saying the break was over. Great.
“All right, everyone. Spread out, we doing a follow along warm up.”
“Whoa, whoa,whoa. Did you say warm up? Didn't we just run?”
“Yes, Lewis. We did just run, and now we're going to do a follow along warm up. Then, after that, I’ll audition you guys and teach you the dance, and give the others the music. Why? Got a problem with that?”
This girls got some edge. No one calls Louis, Lewis. Twice! Like does she have a death wish? Wait. No one is retaliating, are they scared of her? Even Harry didn't say anything. Whoa.
“Alright,” Jordan clapped her hands together, “I'm just going to play my songs. Since I’m not going to skip any songs, it could very well be anything. You’ve been warned.”
She pressed play and American Idiot began to play. I saw Jordan tapping the beat on the side of her leg with her fingers. She stood in front of us and began doing jumping jacks. About 20 jumping jacks in Mikey collapsed, forcing Jordan to give us a break. While everyone made their way up stairs, Jordan said she would stay down stairs and come get us in a bit.
We all gathered in the kitchen and Dot poured us some water.
“Hey Dot.” Louis said, “Can I talk to you for a bit?”
“Sure.” Dot smiled and Louis pulled her out of the room.
They came back in. Louis wearing a smirk and Dot grinning from ear to ear. Who know what went down in the other room.
Jordan came up the stairs, just before any of us could ask what happened off screen.
“Alright you guys ready to do the dance?”
“Don't we have to finish warm up?” If we don't do we still get food?
“I've decided that, since you guys aren’t very athletic, we could leave it where we ended. Plus I don't want anyone suing me if they pass out again.”
We followed her down stair and she asked for the stuff we collected. She went down the line taking an item from each of us in turn. When she came to me I reluctantly handed over one of my drumsticks.
She then went over to the counter and put everything down, except for my drumstick. Not going to lie, I'm kinda scared.
“You don't need this for anything important, do you?” She looked at me drumstick still in hand.
“No, not real-”
“Good.” She cut me off mid sentence, looked me dead in the eyes and snapped the drumstick in two, so one half splintered into a point.
I stood in shock for a second before coming to my senses.
“What the fuck was that for?” I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me. She can't do that. It's just not okay.
“Oh, shut it. You said you didn't need it for anything important, and if you really need a new one, you can have one of mine. Plus it is going to be put to a better use now.” She smiled and looked at all of us, lined up. She walked down the line and started pulling people forward. I was the last one, our hands met and I couldn't tell if the spark was from something intimate of from the pure anger in both of our eyes. She glanced at the now two rows of boys, nodded and walked to the stereo. I looked to my left and saw that Mikey, Luke and I were the only ones pulled forwards, but, I didn't notice before, she had pushed back Niall, Harry and Louis, making a third line.
“Alright, Mikey come here.” Mikey quickly, yet reluctantly, walked over to her and she took his hand. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy, I don’t even know why.
She held out his arm and pressed some sort of gooey substance onto his pale skin. Mikey looked at his arm with pure disgust.
“Oh relax,” Jordan rolled her eyes at him, “It's just wax. If you don't want to use and and prefer to actually do self harm, feel free to wash it off.”
Did she just say self harm?
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We had just finished. I'm not going to lie, what we just did was deep. We had done the routine to Put the Gun Down by Andy Biersack. The whole concept of the piece is that we were putting on a strong face for the media, but we were depressed inside. Just as we were about to give up on life, an angel came and saved us.
It was me, Luke, and Mikey who were about to cut the cord. I had the broken drumstick in my hands and was going to stab myself, Mikey was using to guitar sting to cut, and luke was going to hang himself with the mic cord.
Standing back to back with us were us, Jordan had done some editing. The happy forms of us we taking pictures, signing autographs, talking with a friend, just going about our lives. But we had been instructed that we had to be smiling without our eyes.
Dot played the role of the angel. She performed a beautiful lyrical dance. As she passed each of us the danger would disappear, more editing. At the the end of the song, we hugged our damaged self and it faded to black, a message appearing on the screen.
‘Stay strong. You are loved, you are wanted. It will get better.’
I woke up in bed, cuddled up with Ashton. I slowly removed his arms from around my waist, and sat up. I glanced at the clock, it was only 3:30, we hadn't even slept through the night. I looked back at Ashton as his eyes fluttered open.
“Morning.” He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
“Ash, it's only 3:30, we didn't sleep through the whole day.”
“Aww.”
I laided back down and stared up at my ceiling. All of the memories suddenly came flooding in. I remember the good old days when my family was, well a family. Mom and dad, with Brendan and me. I remember the drum wars me and Brendon would have together. The family jam sessions the four of us would have. The stupid sibling fight me and Brendan would have. My mom's cooking and my dad's stories. It all came back to me.
A smile spread across my face and a single tear rolled down my cheek. I turned my head and looked at Ashton, turned out he was looking at me too. Then I did something I never thought I would do. I pecked him on the lips and got out of bed.
"We better get going, before the boys started inferring what we've been doing."
"Inferring?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yes, inferring. It means the same thing as predicting." I rolled my eyes and walked out, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He mumbled something I didn't quite catch.
Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had forgotten to take my pills. That explains the mood swings.
It turned out Dot was thinking along the same lines as me. She handed me two pills and a glass of water. I gave her a small smile and downed the pills. All nine boys were watching. I didn't really care, they deserve some sort of explanation after what just happened.
“Hey lovebirds,” Louis said with a wink. If looks could kill, he would be beyond dead.
“Hey Lewis,” I said with the world's fakest grin, “What did you do while I was sleeping? Did you give Harry a quickie?” I winked at him and walked back to the kitchen, high fiving Mikey and getting a murderous look from Dot.
“So what are we doing today?” I asked ignoring Louis.
“Well it's Friday so I thought you would want to record a video, and the Aussies have to leave tomorrow, so I thought you could stay here and record while we go out and get McDonalds or something.” Dot just shrugged and I couldn't believe my ears. The boys were leaving TOMORROW!
“Wait!” Everyone just looked at me, “I need six of you or one of you. If you want to do a duet then I need one of the boys, but if you want to do something deep and meaningful then I need six of you. Or you could even all stay here and the ones who aren't in the video can play the music in the background.” I gave a awkward smile and ran my hand through my hair. The boys all either looked confused at what was happening or confused if they should stay.
“I’m in.” Mikey stepped forwards.
Then it was as it was a competition of who could be next to stay. All the boys stepped forwards and similarly said, “I'm in.”
“Okay cool…” I took a step back from the small crowd, “Well, I'm going to need a few things from you guys.”
Ashton's POV
She wrote down a list, handed it to me and ran off to set something up. I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand and read it out loud.
- One of Ash's drumsticks.
- A ‘B’ guitar sting
- Corded micro phone
- Eye drops
- Pepper spray
- Don't wear skinny jeans
- Long hair out of eyes, no man buns
- Gym shoes
There was footsteps running down the stairs.
“Be ready in a half an hour.”
“Okay.” Dot yelled back just before Jordan went down the stairs and into the basement.
“Well these are pretty easy to find. I mean I always carry pepper spray on me, Ashton has the drumstick, and I assuming that at least one of you nine will have a corded mic and or a guitar string.”
Dot talked so casually that it was like Jordan did this every weekend. We all kind off just stood there slack jawed and bug eyed. I shook my head and snapped back to reality.
“Let’s go.” The rest of the boys came to and we began our scavenger hunt.
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We had gathered all the things and were waiting for Luke to finish getting ready. He walked out of the bathroom and we all started to make our way to the basement. As soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs Jordan appeared and started ushering us to a large open space that, I’m amusing, she uses as a dance studio. She stood in front and faced us as we curved around her.
I'm not going to lie, she looked fit. She was wearing and blue sports bra and black joggers. Her hair was in a tight ponytail on the back of her head and she no makeup on. She was ready to work.
“Okay. So here’s the plan,” She clapped her hands together and started to pace back and forth, “First we are going to run the loop, we will stop at CVS and grab water. After that we will come here warm up, do a quick stretch and start learning. Any questions?” She let out a breath and looked at us with her eyebrows raised.
“Um..” Mikey slowly raised his hand, “Did you say run?”
“Yes Mikey, run. You will have to do physical work, if you don't then you will not get dinner. Get it?”
“Got it”
“Good. anything else?”
Wait did she really mean the no dinner thing or was she just bluffing.
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She wasn't bluffing.
By the time we got back for the run, which was 10 miles, might I add! We all walked to the kitchen or living room, expecting a break. Nope. She ushered us back down stairs. I was last in line and I couldn't help it, I leaned in to kiss her.
In response, she hit me in the privates.
I doubled over in pain and heard her mumble something before she went downstairs.
I slumped down stairs, trying not to show any sign of weakness to the boys. When I got down stairs all the boys were sipping on water, relaxing. As soon as I unscrewed my water bottle, Jordan called out saying the break was over. Great.
“All right, everyone. Spread out, we doing a follow along warm up.”
“Whoa, whoa,whoa. Did you say warm up? Didn't we just run?”
“Yes, Lewis. We did just run, and now we're going to do a follow along warm up. Then, after that, I’ll audition you guys and teach you the dance, and give the others the music. Why? Got a problem with that?”
This girls got some edge. No one calls Louis, Lewis. Twice! Like does she have a death wish? Wait. No one is retaliating, are they scared of her? Even Harry didn't say anything. Whoa.
“Alright,” Jordan clapped her hands together, “I'm just going to play my songs. Since I’m not going to skip any songs, it could very well be anything. You’ve been warned.”
She pressed play and American Idiot began to play. I saw Jordan tapping the beat on the side of her leg with her fingers. She stood in front of us and began doing jumping jacks. About 20 jumping jacks in Mikey collapsed, forcing Jordan to give us a break. While everyone made their way up stairs, Jordan said she would stay down stairs and come get us in a bit.
We all gathered in the kitchen and Dot poured us some water.
“Hey Dot.” Louis said, “Can I talk to you for a bit?”
“Sure.” Dot smiled and Louis pulled her out of the room.
They came back in. Louis wearing a smirk and Dot grinning from ear to ear. Who know what went down in the other room.
Jordan came up the stairs, just before any of us could ask what happened off screen.
“Alright you guys ready to do the dance?”
“Don't we have to finish warm up?” If we don't do we still get food?
“I've decided that, since you guys aren’t very athletic, we could leave it where we ended. Plus I don't want anyone suing me if they pass out again.”
We followed her down stair and she asked for the stuff we collected. She went down the line taking an item from each of us in turn. When she came to me I reluctantly handed over one of my drumsticks.
She then went over to the counter and put everything down, except for my drumstick. Not going to lie, I'm kinda scared.
“You don't need this for anything important, do you?” She looked at me drumstick still in hand.
“No, not real-”
“Good.” She cut me off mid sentence, looked me dead in the eyes and snapped the drumstick in two, so one half splintered into a point.
I stood in shock for a second before coming to my senses.
“What the fuck was that for?” I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me. She can't do that. It's just not okay.
“Oh, shut it. You said you didn't need it for anything important, and if you really need a new one, you can have one of mine. Plus it is going to be put to a better use now.” She smiled and looked at all of us, lined up. She walked down the line and started pulling people forward. I was the last one, our hands met and I couldn't tell if the spark was from something intimate of from the pure anger in both of our eyes. She glanced at the now two rows of boys, nodded and walked to the stereo. I looked to my left and saw that Mikey, Luke and I were the only ones pulled forwards, but, I didn't notice before, she had pushed back Niall, Harry and Louis, making a third line.
“Alright, Mikey come here.” Mikey quickly, yet reluctantly, walked over to her and she took his hand. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy, I don’t even know why.
She held out his arm and pressed some sort of gooey substance onto his pale skin. Mikey looked at his arm with pure disgust.
“Oh relax,” Jordan rolled her eyes at him, “It's just wax. If you don't want to use and and prefer to actually do self harm, feel free to wash it off.”
Did she just say self harm?
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We had just finished. I'm not going to lie, what we just did was deep. We had done the routine to Put the Gun Down by Andy Biersack. The whole concept of the piece is that we were putting on a strong face for the media, but we were depressed inside. Just as we were about to give up on life, an angel came and saved us.
It was me, Luke, and Mikey who were about to cut the cord. I had the broken drumstick in my hands and was going to stab myself, Mikey was using to guitar sting to cut, and luke was going to hang himself with the mic cord.
Standing back to back with us were us, Jordan had done some editing. The happy forms of us we taking pictures, signing autographs, talking with a friend, just going about our lives. But we had been instructed that we had to be smiling without our eyes.
Dot played the role of the angel. She performed a beautiful lyrical dance. As she passed each of us the danger would disappear, more editing. At the the end of the song, we hugged our damaged self and it faded to black, a message appearing on the screen.
‘Stay strong. You are loved, you are wanted. It will get better.’
Notes
Hello people,
Sorry I havnt updated in a while. Here is a nice long chapter to forfill the void in my life. Already like the next chapter. Hope you will too. FOr all the people that dont like 5sos in the story, they are leaving soon, but not with out a bit of drama. You commenting is how I know you people are still interesed in this story. Comment who you Brendon is, and what you think will happen next. Well,
Bye :-D
The bunny is dinner
11/24/16