I slowly advanced on my house. Paris was behind me following me. I got my keys out and silently opened the door. We stepped inside and I closed the door. We creeped along the hall and went for he stairs. “Will your dad kill you?” Paris whispered.
“Not if he doesn’t find out,” I muttered. Paris smiled and poked me in the back. I laughed and went to hurry up the stairs. My foot slipped and I fell down. Paris looked at me in shock and I started laughing. “Oh my God,” I gasped.
“Are you okay?” she asked seriously.
“Dad will ground me!” I giggled.
“Why isn’t your dad here freaking at you?”
“Good question,” I laughed. “Actually that is a good question,”
“It is?”
“Dad!” I yelled. I got no answer. I left Paris and went downstairs. I looked through the room and didn't find him. I got my phone out and dialled Dad’s number. When he answered I heard laughing and shouting in the background. “Hello?” I asked.
“What?!” Dad yelled at me.
“Hey Dad, where are you?!”
“What?!”
“Where are you?!” I yelled and rolled my eyes.
“Who is this?!”
“Effy. Your daughter!”
“Oh, I’m at this party,” he explained.
“When are you getting home?”
“I don’t fucking know. When the party is over,”
“So it’s cool for Paris to come over?” I bit my lip.
“Yeah, sure. Have fun,”
“You too,” I grinned. Dad hung up on me and I smirked.
“What?” Paris asked.
“My dad is so wasted,” I laughed.
“So, I can stay?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. I picked up the phone and threw it to her. “Order Mexican while I go see what drinks we have,” I ordered. She nodded and started dialling. I hurried into the kitchen and started to scan the drinks. Paris joined me a minute later and I handed her a bottle of Jack Daniels. “So we have whiskey, wine and a lot of beer,” I told her.
“Not bad,” she reasoned and opened a beer.
“I think my dad actually has some money in the studio,” I explained. We started walking and Paris frowned.
“You have a studio?”
“It’s not a real one. It’s just where he writes and sings and plays and stuff,” I explained.
“Oh okay,” she nodded. I opened the door to the studio and we walked in. I went to his desk and found some money in the draw. Paris looked around and I smiled at her. We left just as the door bell rang. I went over and we paid for the food. “Like Mexican?” Paris teased. I rolled my eyes and we went into the kitchen.
“Not before I came here. But I don’t really have a choice. I’m living with people who have turkey burritos for Christmas,” I joked.
“Good point,” she laughed. I took a gulp of Jack Daniels as I dished up. Paris took a few gulps and took her plate. We sat up on the counter and started to eat.
Once we’d finished we leant against the cabinets drinking. I looked over at Paris and pulled a face. “What?” she asked.
“This may just be the fourth shot of JD talking but I really want to bake a cake right now,” I said easily.
“Really?!” she asked excitedly. I jumped down and went over to the fridge. I pulled out a few things and got some more from the cupboard. I laid them all out on the counter. Paris got a bowl and we started to pour things into the bowl. I added come cocoa powder and we watched the mix turn chocolatey. We poured it into a cake tin and I shoved it into the oven. We sat for a while on the counter as the cake cooked, eating the leftover mix.
“I might be going back to the UK,” I told her.
“What? No!” she frowned.
“No, I mean my dad is touring there maybe,”
“Don’t scare me,” she laughed.
“It isn’t confirmed or anything. But if I do, do you want to come?” I asked carefully.
“Really?!” she gasped excitedly.
“Yeah,” I laughed.
“Oh my God, yes!” she giggled.
Then we heard people talking and laughing loudly. They all came into the kitchen and I grinned. I saw Dad, Mike, Jaime, Tony, some of their techs. But I saw All Time Low and Of Mice and Men follow in as well.
“Effy!” Dad yelled.
“He’s so pissed,” Mike told me. “What the fuck have you done to the kitchen?”
“What?” I muttered. I looked and saw the counter was littered with cake mix, empty beer cans and a empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Then I saw Jack Barakat step around Tony. Paris saw him and gasped. She fell back from where she was sitting, right out of the kitchen window. “Shit!” I exclaimed. I rushed to the window and saw her laughing with pieces of bark and grass in her hair. “You okay?” I called.
“Yeah,” she nodded and got up. I saw the guys all watching us and laughing. “My friend has problems,” I explained. Then there was a bleeping.
“What’s that?” Jaime asked.
“My cake,” I smiled. I hopped down and got it out of the oven.
“Did you put the JD in it?” he asked.
“No, we drank it,” I sat awkwardly. “So, why is everyone here?” I asked.
“That UK tour has been confirmed,” Tony explained and Paris walked in, grinning sheepishly.

Notes

Hey! How was this? What do you think about them going to the UK? Shout any questions or opinions or predictions at me! Thanks everyone for all the support! :)