The Home From The 1960's

When a "loving friend" dare apparently fearless friends Sam and Abby to enter an abandoned home from the 1960's things get weird and possibly scary. Will they regret their actions or will they feel pity?


27. Getting Kicked Out

Aryana's POV

I can't believe that I walked in on those two people.

The girl has the same hair as Sam but it must of been a coincidence because her skin was more pale than Sam's.

I walked back down to the main floor and kept on searching.

I noticed a tall boy with blond hair in a quiff looking at me.

Well, what can I say?

I am pretty hot!

He was wearing black skinny jeans with a black and red flannel tied to his waist.

He's pretty hot too!

He signaled for me to go over to him so I walked towards him.

Is he going to ask me to dance?

I hope so!

"Um, why are you here?" He asked.

"Well that's no way to talk to me and what do you mean?" I sassed.

"You weren't invited, it's a private party." The mysterious boy informed me.

"No it's not. You don't own this place." I pointed out.

It's an abandoned house.

No one lives here so it can't be a private party.

"I threw this party and invited everyone here, but you. You shouldn't be here. My family used to live here."

"So, what do you want me to do then? I can do many things dude."

I will do anything but leave.

"I want you to leave because you didn't get an invitation, therefore, you can't be at this party." 

I raised an eyebrow at him.

He's not seriously going to ask a fine piece of booty to leave is he?

"Are you sure you want me to leave? I was just looking for my friends but I think that I made a new one." I sweet talked.

I know that Abby and Sam are here and I need to know that they are alive.

He's not going to kick me out.

He smiled kindly at me, well this is getting better.

He isn't going to kick me out, right?

He then walked passed me and picked me up from behind.

He started walking towards the door and threw me outside and then closed the door.

He actually kicked me out!

This is crazy!

I walked back to my car and sat in it for about 10 minutes.

"I'm gonna call Sam. I'm going to do it." I talked to myself.

I do it when I'm in need of confidence.

Sam's POV

Abby and Michael started bickering again while I'm trying sleep, how helpful.

A phone started ringing.

Well, my phone started ringing because Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides started playing.

"Pass me my phone." I mumbled hoping that I wasn't so quiet that they didn't hear me.

My phone was somewhere on the floor and I don't know where it is.

Michael passed it to me and Aryana popped up on the screen.

I looked at it with wide eyes before I passed it to Abby.

"Michael, answer it. I'm not here. Sam's not here." Abby passed my phone to Michael.

He answered it and put it on speaker.

"Why the hell did you do that for?" I mouthed to him.

"I don't know, don't you want to know what she's saying?" He mouthed back.

Phone Call.

(A-Aryana, M-Michael)

A- Sam? Where are you?

M- Um. This isn't Sam. This is Michael.

A- Where the hell is Sam?

M- Who's Sam?

A-You know who she is! Tell me where she is you creepy old man!

M- Calm down, I think you have the wrong number. I don't know anyone named Sam.

A- Is Abby there? Stop lying!

M- Who the hell is Sam? Who even is Abby? Stop harassing me and don't call this number again.

End Of Phone Call.

Michael hung up and we all burst out in laughter.

"Creepy old man!" Abby laughed.

Suddenly, Michael stopped laughing and looked at Abby with a serious face.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you a creepy old man. You are creepy and old but I'm not so sure about the whole 'man' part because you are no man!"

I stopped laughing after Abby's comment because I felt it was necessary.

"Could you two not fight and can I go to sleep?" I pleaded.

They both looked at me and nodded.

I was still on the floor so I dragged myself across the floor to get to the bed.

I finally reached the comfortable looking bed and sighed when because I realized that I had to somehow get up onto the bed.

It may have taken me a while but I was finally in the bed, snuggling into the comforter and pillows, slowly falling asleep.

Abby's POV

Sam got into the bed and then Michael and I started fighting again.

He is actually so annoying and such a prick.

"I'm not old." 

"Oh really? How old are you then?" I questioned.

He is NOT going to win this battle.

"I'm 19 and that isn't old." (A/N: I know Michael in real life is 20 years old right now but in this story, he's 19. Just go with it.)

"Oh wow. You're 2 years older than me and a year older than Sam. So compared to us, you're old. Just deal with it, prick." I mumbled the word prick just to make my statement more dramatic.

Also, when I'm fed up with someone, I mumble a 'hurtful' word at the end of a sentence.

Michael was about to say something but then Luke came in.

"Well, I tried to tell her to leave but she is very stubborn so I picked her up and threw her outside. She went to a car after that so I don't think that she will come back." Luke told us.

"Well isn't that a relief." I muttered under my breath.

"Well, Abby, we should probably leave now. I heard some negative stuff being said by both of you, so I'm gonna try to stop that." Luke said.

I stood up and walked towards Luke but not before I looked at Michael and said "I like the way you argue. Later loser!"

Thank God I'm away from him!

"So, where are we going now?" I asked Luke after we left the room and closed the door.

"Well, we are going back to kitchen so we can try to find the source of those brownies before Ashton comes home." Luke informed me.

"YAY! We're going on an adventure!" I yelled in a British accent, earning a small chuckle from Luke.

We went back downstairs, then we went to the kitchen.

I grabbed a beer but Luke took it away and gave it to a stranger.

"HEY! I was going to drink that!" I yelled.

"Yeah well you've had at least 8 and I think that you're drunk or close to drunk." 

"Why would you care?" I asked trying to win this argument.

"Um, well. I'm the one that has to watch you and if Ashton finds out that there are brownies that have drugs in them and I let a 17 year old girl get drunk, I'll get in BIG trouble. So will you." He defended.

"Are you scared of Ashton?" I teased Luke.

If he is, well then, that's pathetic.

"No! He's 2 years older than me though and he um, sort of rules this place. He's the most powerful." He tried to explain.

It sounds like he's just too scared to admit that he is scared of Ashton.

That sounds a bit confusing.

Oh well.

"What about Michael?"

I got him there.

"Oh yeah, Michael. Well really Michael is the most powerful then Calum THEN Ashton but Ashton is more mature than them, which makes him scary if he gets mad. Oh shit, I just admitted that. Whatever."

I started laughing at Luke and he just glared at me.

"LUKE? WHERE ARE YOU! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" A voice started yelling.

Ashton was pushing people out of his way and he was walking towards the kitchen.

"Luke, why is there a party in our house? Also, why are there underage teenagers drunk and why are there weed brownies getting passed around?" Ashton started asking Luke, acting pretty scary.

Ashton is surprisingly intimidating.

Luke is in deep shit!


What do you think Ashton will do to Luke?

I know but I won't tell you!

Thank you for reading and leaving likes, favorites and comments!

Just a random question but do any of you like Black Veil Brides or Fall Out Boy or My Chemical Romance or Panic! At The Disco or Green Day?

Please comment if you do!

I was just wondering!

I would ask if anyone likes 5SOS but that's a stupid question.

School for me is done so I will have more time to write chapters so I can finish this fan fiction and start working on the sequel!







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