5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

8- Studying

ASHTON: You sat at the little wooden table by the window, nibbling lightly on the back of your mechanical pencil as you waited for your boyfriend to come back with your hot chocolates. People would pass by the glass, bustling down the sidewalks in hopes of making it to work on time.

"For my lovely lady," Ashton said, sliding into the seat across from you. "Any inspiration yet?"

You shook your head. You loved making up stories, but as soon as it becomes a college creative writing assignment, you've got nothing.

"What if you write about the really awesome superhero who bought you coffee today?" He winked, accepting the fact that you shot down the idea with the smug look you gave him. "Why don't you make up a story about one of the people passing by?" He suggested.

"Go on..." you encouraged.

"What'd they do last night? Where are they going this morning? Stuff like that."

"Ash," you said, astonished, "that's actually not a bad idea."

"Start with that lanky idiot over there," Ashton said, pointing to a table a couple places behind you.

You turned around to see who Ash was talking about. "Aww, Ash, I'm not writing my piece about Luke! But since he's here by himself, go over and invite him to sit with us," you said. You ended up writing an "A" assignment inspired by the superhero who bought you coffee and the lanky boy anyways, documenting their goofy ideas on the people outside the coffee shop in a completely fictional way.

MICHAEL: "When are you going to close your textbook and come to bed with me?" Michael whined on the hotel bed behind you.

You sat at your desk, biology book lit up by your small lamp. "Not for a while; genetics is a really cool subject and I'm being tested on it as soon as I get back from your tour. Did you know the cell mitochondria is only given to you by your mom? And your dad actually determines what gender you'll be born. So the ancient guy who killed all his wives because they never bared him a son had himself to blame."

"What was his name?"

"I like biology, Mike, not history."

"Okay, well, that's all cool and stuff, but it's late and I can't sleep without you beside me."

"You slept fine without me before I came here. Ooh, get this! Every cell in your body has 46 chromosomes except the reproductive cells. 23 comes from each parent, and problems in the chromosomes can cause genetic disorders like down syndrome."

"I cuddle with Luke when you're not here. Babe, just come to bed," he drew out. "You need sleep for the adventure I have planned for us."

"Can we go to the Philadelphia museum with the beating heart exhibit you can walk through tomorrow?"

CALUM: "Caaaaaaalum," you whined from your upside down spot on the couch. He was on the floor right beside you, thumbs fiddling with the remote as he battled Michael in a hardcore game of FIFA.

"What is it, babe?" he asked, pausing the game and earning a grunt from his colorful-headed friend.

"You travel a lot; can you help me with my world history assignment?" you ask, sitting up.

"I mean, I can try," he says, taking the prompt from its place on the arm rest and letting his chocolate eyes skim over it. "Just to clarify, what the hell is this asking?"

You laughed. Michael snatched it from Calum's grasp and glanced over it. "You're so stupid, Calum!" Michael exclaimed.

"I never finished school; that's my excuse."

"But I'll finish school so we have a talented and intelligent relationship," you smirked, kissing Calum's cheek.

"Hey, Y/N?" Calum said. When you looked him in the eye to show him he had your attention, he replied "Google it."

LUKE: The identities in your notes jumbled up and became a trigonometric mess. You could feel yourself slowly giving up, stress giving you a headache and frustration bringing tears to your eyes. You shoved the notes between the pages and slammed the orange textbook closed, throwing your head into your hands.

"Y/N! I'm home!" Luke sang, dropping his duffle bag by the front door and heading into the kitchen for a snack and bottle of water.

"I'm in the office," you replied, trying to hide the struggle in your voice.

You could hear Luke jog up the stairs to the office and felt his hand on your shoulder. "I may be going on a tangent here, but I think this is a sine."

"How do people even do this?! It literally makes no sense," you groaned. Luke picked you up and sat down in your chair, pulling you into his lap and securing his arms around your waist. You nuzzled into him. "I don't understand why your mom wanted to math for a living."

Luke flipped to the page marked with your notes. "This is easy! You just have to manipulate the problem so you can get it the way you want it," he said. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and wrote down all the steps. "First, you set the equation equal to zero, so the negative cosine becomes positive, but on the left side of the equation," he explained, pencil scratching marks onto your lined page. Every step he showed you made it so much easier for you to learn, and you went into class the next day understanding it much better than your peers.

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*Dear Luke Hemmings, if you're good at precalc/trig, please come and help me because my GPA is about to be lower than the gas prices. thanks, love you, bye*