"LOOK A UNICORN!!"I yelled as I downed another shot.Charity giggled uncontrollably and downed another shot as well.Dylan and Derek chuckled before grabbing our hands and leading us to the dance floor as Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky started.Charity started to grind on Derek and I did the same to Dylan.We heard police sirens outside of the house but we thought nothing of it.Soon the front door came slamming down and in came the cops.People started running out of the house but the cops seemed to come our way.We tried to make a run for it,but it was too late.They handcuffed us,including Dylan and Derek,and lead us to the cars.
"I'm going to murder the both of you."Mum stormed into the police station.She looked over at Dylan and Derek and rolled her eyes.She never really liked them.Well,she basically hates them. She thinks they're a bad influence on us.When really,we're a bad influence on them.
"You two are lucky I bailed you out this time.Now,we'll talk at home."She said with a blank expression.
"You guys gonna be okay?"Charity asked the twins.(Dylan and Derek)
"Yeah we'll be fine.Our uncle is bailing us out.He'll be here any minute now."Derek smiled slightly.We leaned down and kissed them on the cheeks.
"See you around."We winked before walking out of the police station and into our mothers car.
"Shotgun!"Charity yelled.I rolled my eyes and opened the backseat car door.It was an awkward ride home.Mum didn't say a word.Or even glance at us.We finally made it home.We rushed into the house trying to get to our rooms before mum stopped us.
"Not so fast girls.Come down here.This instant!"She yelled at us.We cursed under our breathes and walked back down.We sat next to each other on the couch facing our parents.
"I've had it with all of your bullshit! You've lost all trust and faith we had in you girls."Dad spat
"But dad-"I tried to argue but was cut off by mum.
"That's it! We've had enough of this! Pack your bags,you're leaving."She yelled at us.
"Where are we gonna go?!"Charity yelled.
"On tour.With your brother.No partying,no drinking,nothing!"She yelled back.
"Fine,when do we leave?"I asked while crossing my arms.
"Tomorrow morning.Here are your tickets and passports."Dad sighed and handed us the tickets and passports.
"How long will we be gone?"Charity sighed.
"Until the end of the tour.Now go,pack."She said not looking at us.I rolled my eyes and stood up with Charity.We walked up stairs and started to pack everything. We packed everything from shirts and jeans do dresses and from boots to heels, our room was pretty much empty but it did take four bags each. I sat down next to charity on her bed where she was using the laptop.
"watch ya' doing?"i asked
"looking up their tour,"she mumbled. Out of us two Charity is the most responsible, she still is crazy as fuck and very bubbly but she knows when to be responsible.
"the tour lasts for a year and three fucking months!"she yelled
"on the bright side,"i said "there might be hot boys!" and she laughed at me
"i know i just don't wanna see michael again,"she said and i mumbled an agreement