Michael’s Pov-
“Fuck!”
“Michael you are yelling!”
“Ashton shut up this is a crisis!”
Feeling Jess’ arms wrap around my shirtless torso I straightened up from where I was doubled over rummaging through my suitcase and ran my fingertips through my hair.
“What’s the matter?” she questioned, resting her chin on my shoulder and kissing my cheek.
“I don’t know what to wear!” I snapped, wriggling out of her grasp and flopping down on our bed.
“Are you a twenty-three year old man or a thirteen year old girl?” Calum laughed from where he was sat on the floor coloring with Cooper.
“Child protective services are dropping the kids off any minute!” I snapped, “None of my clothes are appropriate.”
“What do you mean?” Luke asked, flipping through a magazine with his face on the front.
“I can’t wear these!” I cried, crossing back over to my suitcase and holding up a handful of shirts with the words ‘Sex Pistols’ emblazoned across the front, “They say Sex!”
Picking up more I threw them on the floor.
“These say Idiot! This one says whisky! This one has a penis on it! This one says fuck! This one has a middle finger! This one is scary!”
“Wear a sweatshirt over it.” Luke suggested.
“I would.” I replied, “If you weren’t wearing it!”
His eyes widening, Luke looked down at the sweatshirt he was wearing before taking it off and handing it to me.
“What the hell!” I shouted, eyeing his shirt beneath.
“What?” he questioned innocently.
“Your shirt!” I yelped.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.
“It says stupid, dumbshit, Goddam Motherfuck!” I snapped.
“What?” he laughed, looking down at the front of his Offspring t-shirt, “No it doesn’t, it says Offspring, and it has a guy on it.:
“The back wise ass.” I grumbled.
Looking confused Luke tried to swivel his head around to see his back and failed miserably.
“Forget it.” I snapped, pulling the khakis and red polo we’d recently worn when selling our album at Target.
“You’re wearing that?” Ashton questioned slowly.
“Yeah.” I snapped, chucking my shorts at his head before pulling on the pants, “I am.”
“I think you look really good.” Jess laughed, smoothing out her dress.
“I think you look like a dumb ass.” Calum snickered.
“I think you look like a member of the Shang Dynasty!” I spat.
“Michael!” Jess gasped.
“It’s fine.” Calum snickered passive aggressively, “I’m significantly better looking.”
“According to who your Mom?” I snapped.
“No.” he laughed, “Yours.”
“Calum!” Ashton cried.
“Don’t you dare talk about my Mom.” I warned.
“You started it.” Calum snapped.
“I’ll fuck you up Hood.” I warned, “I’ll get you, it’ll look like a bloody accident.”
