Wrapped Around Your Finger\\M.C.

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<<<Michael>>>

"Nooo," Michael grumbles, rolling into the soft hotel pillow, annoyed with his friends.

"Mikey, c'mon, it'll be fun," Luke encourages from the other bed hopping up and down.

"This wasn't part of the plan," he complains, rolling to his back and scowling at the ceiling as he crosses his arms.

"Yeah, it's better than our plan," Ashton states, excited to have received an invite to a party so they don't have to stay cooped up in the hotel. He didn't drive their asses all the way to Santa Cruz to sit in the fucking hotel room.

"It's not like there will be any walking," Calum squeezes Michael's leg, knowing he hated the last two hours they spent on the boardwalk.

"I'm not lazy, Calum," Michael huffs, shaking his leg out of Calum's grip. "I'm just fucking tired. I wanted a mini holiday to do something different. We go to parties all the time."

Calum frowns at his best friend, concerned for his mental state and wondering if this short break between tour legs is going to be enough for him. He has barely seen Mikey since they got back home in LA and they live in the same house. All of Mikey's time has been spent on his computer with his headset on, sleeping the days away from staying up until dawn breaks.

"Fine, you can stay here and pout, all three of us want to go to the party," Ashton says, going to his bag to find new clothes.

"I'm not fucking pouting," Mikey argues, knowing Ashton doesn't mean any harm, but annoyed he is being insensitive anyways.

"Whatever," Ashton mumbles under his breath before going into the bathroom.

"So you're just going to sit here and what?" Luke asks Mikey, "Sleep? Watch TV? Play more games? Live a little, Mike, damn."

"Fuck off, Luke," Mikey rolls his eyes, "If you want to be up Ash's ass and do everything he says then that's fine, but I don't want to be Ash's clone."

"Hey," Calum stands between them just as Luke begins to scoot off the bed, his face twisted up in rage. "Luke don't. Mikey, stop being a cock."

"Tell HIM to stop being a cock," Mikey sits up and flings a hand at Luke, who still glares at him.

"He didn't do anything but state the obvious, Mike. That is all you have been doing lately. But I'll stay here with you if you really don't want to go," Calum says calmly, sitting across from Mikey on the opposite bed.

"No," Mikey shakes his head contrite, feeling guilty his poor attitude is now ruining the fun for Calum, "You should go."

"I don't want you here alone, I'll stay and they can go," Calum shrugs.

"Okay, I'll go then," Mikey gives in.

"Mate, we can stay here, its cool," Calum reassures him with a smile.

"No, no. I'll go. Really," Mikey says, sliding his legs off the edge of the bed, thankful for his best friend.