Carry On

Zoe gets sent on tour recollect herself and to change a group of boys. Or will they change her? let the good times roll.

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1. ~Chapter 1~

Zoe's P.O.V

"Mom! Please don't make me go!" I raged, just taking my things out of the suitcase. "Zoe, this is our only chance to stop your depression!" She yelled at me as I rolled my eyes. "A. Depression isn't a problem, it's a disease and B. I'm not depressed!" She gave me a glare. "I see it in your eyes." I groaned and hopped face first on my bed. "What the fuck do you mean?" I screamed into the pillow, being slightly muffled. "Zoe, your sister found your blades yesterday." I rolled into my back. "So? What did the little brat do?" My mom sighed. "She broke down in tears." I laughed. "Sure." She picked me up by my hand and pulled me into a sitting up position on the bed. "She's 13, and knows what blades are." I bit my lip. "Katie didn't see them, right?" She shook her head. "No, your lucky." I let out a sigh of relief. Katie is my 4 year old little sister, and she means the world to me. If she found them, she would be devastated. "By the time you come back in September, your senior year will be great. You'll be happy." I rolled back into a ball. "Bullshit." She laughed. "I promise." I pulled my phone out of my jeans pocket. "Whatever. Can you just finish packing?" I asked her, opening up google. "What's this band called?" She grabbed my phone. After two seconds of typing, she handed the phone back to me. In the search bar it said "5sos." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, you had to pick this band. All the girls in my school are always like "oh em gee it's 5 es oh es! The blonde guy who sings she looks so perfect is like an angel!" My mom let out another laugh. "Well, I know their manager from my work and I was talking about you to him. He said how fun the boys were and said you should join them for their three month summer tour." I was looking at a picture of them, and didn't see anything I liked. And I had to spend three months with them. Fun. "Why don't you know all time low's or twenty one pilots manager?" I whined, sliding my phone back in its place. "Be happy that your going with them? Do you know how many girls would be selling their souls for this?" I let out a loud groan. "I'm not 13! And they aren't even that hot!" I pushed my blonde hair out of my face. "I have to make your last dinner at home for three months, and it's gonna be good. So just finish packing." She said to me, as I finally got out of the bed. "Sure. Can we have pizza?" She ignored me and walked out the room. Okay, you are probably really confused right now. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zoe Mandell and suffer from extreme anxiety and depressed. No one knows though. It eats my insides. I hate human beings, and they hate me. I always think it's my best bet to stay out of harms way and write music. But, I'm sorta an activist. I talk about bullying and am great with solving problems, except mine. I run a small youtube channel, but no one cares. Its just where I sing and talk about some real ass shit. It's June 15th and tomorrow I have to go to tour with some group of losers. You're probably thinking "what a brat! I would love to tour with 5sos!" But, I HATE boy bands. My mom keeps trying to tell me  that they are "punk rock" to please my approval, but one of them had GALAXY HAIR. Yeah, honestly, they're  green day. Next year, I start my senior year in high school. My mom thought this band would distract me from being "emo." I feel like she knows I'm depressed, but for the rest of my life, I'll just deny it. I started to shove more band shirts in my bag. I walked over to my desk and plugged my phone in the AUX and started to blast some bring me the horizon. Thoughts blasted through my head. I didn't want to go with them! They probably suck! I've never hear a song by them, beside the one about the American Apparel underwear. The radio was the death of that band. Drown, my favorite song, came on and I blasted it through my house. I finished sticking all my clothes in three suitcases, until I heard a knock on my door. I paused the music, which was now Weightless, my favorite All Time Low song. My dad came in the room and sat on my bed. We were really close, so maybe he could get me off the hook. "Hey, sweetie." He said, as I hopped right next to him. "Yo." I laid my head on his shoulder. "Dad, I don't want to go with complete strangers for 3 months! They're boys!" I whined out, like a lost puppy with no home. He stroked my hair. "It's gonna be okay, Zo. I heard that they are really nice and love their fans." I groaned. "But I'm not a fan!" I laid back down again on the bed. "You might after you watch every show and tour the U.S with them." I grabbed a pillow and covered my face. "I could tour the U.S here in San Francisco! I'll just go on google maps!" I mumbled into the pillow. I heard him laugh. "You don't know how lucky you are. There is a man that I work with who's daughter would die to meet them. She's seen them twice and he said she gave them a good review." I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry I'm being so resistant about this. I know I'm lucky and stuff, but I just want to enjoy my last summer before  college next year." He stood up. "Well, you'll have more fun with them then sitting caved up in your room with cheese its and Mountain Dew, writing Phan fiction." He laughed out, walking to the door. "You did not read that!" I giggled out, putting the last pairs of shoes in my bag. "Every month we buy a hamster...." I slammed the door on his face. "Your so weird!" He let out another chuckle. "I don't write them! Dinner's done by the way!" He said, walking down the upstairs hallway. I grabbed my suitcases and bags and walked  down the stairs, struggling. I dropped them off by the front door. I walked into the kitchen, the sweet scent of cupcakes hitting my face. "What's for dinner? Cupcakes?" I asked, pulling a chair out and sitting down. "Yes, I made cupcakes for your last dinner with us for a while, but mainly we are having Filet Minoan and salad." My mom responded, setting a glass of ice tea on the table for me. My sister, Chloe walked in and sat down right next to me. "This is going to be a great summer." She evilly laughed, trying to steal the small piece of meat my mom gave me to try. I stabbed her with a fork. "Why is that, shit face?" I said, biting my lip to not show my smile. "Dork." "Ass hat." "Loser." "Fuck face!" "Reject!" My mom cut out roast off. "Girls! Be nice!" She shouted, tossing the salad. "So answer me, baby face." She groaned. "You're so stupid! It's because you won't be here, and I'll have more time to spend with my Eric!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Your 13, Chloe! You don't have a boyfriend!" Her eyes raged. "Your jealous because you haven't had a boyfriend for over 4 months!" She growled out. "Then how long have you and bitch tits been dating?" I snarled, my voice with a cocky tone. "Our two week is soon!" She squealed. "Whatever." Katie came waddling in, my dad not to far behind. "Hi, Zo!" She giggled. I lifted her on my lap. "Hi, Kate!" I laughed out, tickling her ribs. "Stop it!" She squeaked, as I pulled her into a hug. "I'm going to miss you, Kat." I said to her, as she wrapped her arm around my neck. "Why do you have to go?" She asked me, as her little tone made my heart shatter. "I have some problems to fix, love." She squirmed off my lap. "Ok. Be back soon, okay?" I smiled. "I promise." My phone buzzed in my back pocket. "Youtube: B. Nather commented on your video: wow! Your so a good singer! Another sub earned!💚" Shit, I forgot. I needed to shoot a video telling about my new schedule, not knowing what these boys were like. "Mom! I'll be right back! I need to make a video!" I heard her sigh. "Be fast!" I darted up the stairs and grabbed my guitar and laptop. I sat on my bed and set up my Nikon Camera in my studio I made out of two lamps. I sat on the stool, and started to search through some 5sos songs. I kept seeing songs called "wherever you are" and "don't stop", but after scrolling deliriously through lyrics, one song set my heart. It's called "gotta get out." I practiced the lyrics once, which were honestly easy, and learned the chords. I turned on the camera and started the video. "Hi guys, it's Z! So, my video schedule is probably going to change drastically. I bet you guys know the band "5 seconds of summer or 5 es oh es. Well, my mom is sending me on tour with them. I should have said something to the 9,567 of you guys earlier, but it has been such a rush. So I guess I'll sing one of their songs. This one is called "Gotta Get Out." I started to strum the guitar. "Even when the sky is falling down
Even when the earth is crumbling 'round my feet

Even when we try to say goodbye
And you can cut the tension with a knife in here

'Cause I know what'll happen
If we get through this

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out
And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out

'Cause I feel so damn lost
And it comes with a cost of being alone

Everything is falling down
We're suffering, helpless thoughts and
Out we sing, prayers go to the sky

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out
Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get out
And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out

And if we fall
It's not your fault
Shadows covering
Our selfish foes
And as our love,
Can go out on a high note

Even when the sky is falling down
Even when the earth is crumbling 'round my feet
Around my feet

And if the earth ends up crumbling down to its knees baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out
Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get out
And if the skyscrapers tumble down and crash around baby
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out

We just gotta get out
We just gotta get out." I took a deep breath and set the guitar against the wall behind me. "Thanks for watching! Make sure to like comment and subscribe! Love you guys!" I shut off my camera and plugged it into my laptop. I was letting it upload, and my mom walked in. "What's up?" I asked her, as she sat me on my bed. "Zoe, I've been lying to you." She said, almost whispering. "What do you mean?" She sighed. "This also isn't just about your depression. My boss was complaining about how bad the boys and the band were and how they needed a role model. So, I said I have a perfectly normal daughter who was a senior and could change them." My mouth dropped open. "You set me up! This is selfish for you! You don't even care about me! You just wanted me out of the house! So I have to babysit for three months!" I yelled, voice raging. "Well, sweetie, kinda. But I wasn't lying about the fun part." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not hungry. I need to get up at five tomorrow, so goodnight." She just stood there. "Leave." She let out another sigh. "Fine. I'll wake you up tomorrow. Goodnight. Love you!" I ignored him and screamed into the pillow. My family doesn't care! They just want me to babysit a group of teenagers! I thought this would help my fucking depression, but right now it's only making it worst! I shoved my head under the blankets and waited for vision to fade. I'm so *not* excited for tomorrow.

*later that night*

Luke's P.O.V

    "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" The room roared. Michael was holding a beer keg over my head, as I just kept guzzling it down. The nauseous feeling that I usually get was starting to come around. I just ignored it, and get kept drinking. All the people in the Nice Guy were all cheering until I felt someone pull on the collar of my black shirt. "Luke! What the bloody hell are you doing?!?" Our manager, and bus driver, Mark yelled his loud voice shaking the migraine already occupying in my head. "Having fun! How 'bout you and me go get some more drinky-drinky?" I slurred as he rolled his eyes. "Luke, you're drunk as fuck. I'm talking you guys back to the bus." I groaned. "Whyyyyy?" I whined, with a pout to my face.  "I have someone coming tomorrow to hang with you guys. We need to pick her up tomorrow morning in San Francisco, so hurry up." He told me as I smiled. "Is the girl purrrrddddyyyy?" I giggled out, slowly stopping after feeling the alcohol start to rise up my throat. "Luke?" Mark asked me, as my face was just pale. Before I knew it, I puked up everything I drank and maybe ate on him. He gave me a revolted look. "Sorry. Let's go." I mumbled, as Mark sighed. "You're a mess." He walked over to Calum, Michael and Ashton were talking to a group of chicks. They were talking about some bass or whatever when Mark grabbed my hand like I was a preschooler. "Mark, I'm not a baby!" I whined, as he rolled her eyes at me again. "You act like one." I felt too sick to make up a comeback, knowing I would probably puke on him again. "Boys, we're leaving." Mark demanded. "Why so pissed, old man?" One of the girls asked, as the other girls on the group giggled. "Well, because this guy is drunk as fuck." I faced the floor. "Well, then take baby Luke to the bus, watch him puke on more people and leave us here. I know how über works." Michael said, leaning up against the wall. "I'm not a baby." I murmured, as Michael's eyes flared at me. "Yes, you are." I pushed him. "Leave me alone." I said, him lifting me by my shirt collar. "No, Luke! You ruin every night! All you do is over drink! Grow the fuck up!" He punched me really hard in the eye. I landed really hard on the floor. I could feel my eyes well with tears, but my black eyes was not letting anything escape. Michael gazed at me and helped me up. "Shit, Luke. I'm sorry. That was so un needed and---" And of course I puked on him. Great going, Luke. Mark told the girls to leave and Michael, Ashton, Calum and I walked out of the club, instantly being stormed by paparazzi. Mark had a jacket on, so you couldn't see my puke on his front. I staggered to the tour bus, taking a few photos my fans and then slamming the door after me. I sat on the couch and pulled out my phone. On twitter, my feed was blowing up. "@luke5sos seen outside naughty boy club, not exactly his happy self. What's going on with the boys lately?" I grabbed my puke bucket and kept spitting beer left in my throat into it. The other boys sat next to me as Mark began his speech. "Luke, take your head out of the bucket and listen up." My eye squinted in the light. "Luke! Your eye!" Calum exclaimed, making my head shake. I pulled out the mirror on my phone. Mike hit me so hard that my eye was turning a horrible shade of purple, almost black. "Sorry, Luke." Michael whispered, as I spit up more fluids in the bucket. "Boys! Your behavior lately has been horrible! All you guys do is stay out late clubbing and then get horribly hungover! It's effecting your friendship! Sober Mikey would never hit sober Luke!" I shrugged. "He probably still would have hit me." Mark groaned. "You're not listening! You guys never do! It's like a toddler farm in here!" Ashton started giggling. "What if toddlers lived on farms?" He giggled out as we all laughed with him, beside Mark. "So, my friends daughter is going to help you guys." Michael smiled. "Is she hot?" He asked, teeth glaring. "I don't know! All her mom told me was she made youtube videos that helped with problems, and you all have problems!" My stomach convulsed and my head ached. "Can I go to sleep now? I don't feel good." I asked, letting out a yawn. "Sure, get out. Put ice on your eye." I staggered over to the freezer and grabbed a ice bag. I wrapped it in a towel and grabbed my bucket. "'Night guys." I whimpered, rubbing my aching stomach. I really need to stop after 3 beers. "Goodnight, Luke. Feel better." Calum said, as I walked to the beds in the Winnebago. I laid down and tried to close my eyes, but my head hurt like hell and so did my stomach, so I started to listen to the conversation the guys were having outside. "It's all his fault!" Ashton whisper-yelled, probably aiming for me to not hear it. He failed. "Guys, he is the baby of the band. We need to cut him some slack." Calum added in, being interrupted by Ashton. "We can't cut too much or he'll just puke on it!" He yelled. It shook my head, making more bile rise up my throat. I spit into the bucket and laid my head on the pillow. I can't tell them what I'm going  through. They'll just ignore me and call it a phase. I'm so depressed. I really hope that this will be help. I closed my eyes. Maybe she'll be my guardian angel.🔸

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