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Over the Top Part 1.5

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Over the Top Part 1.5

."WHOA BUDDY!! GETTING SOME ACTION HERE," Luke screamed scaring both Calum and Michael.

"Damn I thought you were asleep," Michael said annoyingly.

Luke grinned and said, "Not anymore I'm not."

He jumped up from the couch and slapped Calum's face. He whisphered into his ear, "Goddam, Calum are you that horny? You know you could do me too..." He gestured down to his private area.

Calum blushed and said, "O-oh okay. If you want me too."

Luke pulled down his pants and boxers and he put Calum's hands on his erection that was started to form. Luke groaned in pleasure and pain.

"JORGE!"

Calum stopped rubbing his big wet sticky filled cum pink penis and raised an eyebrow.

"Who the hell is Jorge?"

"Wot?"

"Who is Jorge?"

"Just a friend thats all."

"You moaned out his name when I gave you a handjob. I'm pretty sure he's not just a friend."

"Whatever okay. I'm done here."

Luke walked out holding his ejaculated penis in one hand and the other holds a Starbucks cup.

"Oi. Did you forget I'm still here?" Michael said.

Calum looked over and saw Michael sitting on the couch with white sticky stuff all over his face.

"OH my goD"

"yEAH I know."

"Why?"

"Shut up.

-this was all by Sophie I'm so sorry you had to read this boring crap
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Calum and Michael was the tour bus together with everyone out. Calum felt nervous and scared about ruining his relationship with Michael. He was in his room scrolling through his tumblr and he was bored. He decided to go see what Michael was doing.

Calum walked outside of this room and immediately heard very loud moans coming from two doors down. Calum rolled his eyes. Boy, he rolled his FUCKING eyes.

He decided to go out for a nice walk.

Once he got out of his tour bus, a group was teenage girls around the ages of 12-15 jumped out from the bushs and started screaming at poor (oh so poor) Calums face. Calum was stiff as a rock.

Motherfu-

Calum sighed and pulled out his .42 pistol from his back pocket of his denium jeans Luke got for him on his 17th birthday.

The group of annoying teenage girls were scared and shocked! How could this be? Their favorite pop star pulled out a gun at them. Especially innocent little fluffy Calum.

They tried to run. Run as fast as their little teenage skinny bitch legs could carry them.

But they weren't fast enough. Oh Jesus Christ they weren't fast enough. They were so FUCKING slow. Slower than a 100 year old tortoise compared to Calum. Calum was fast, so much faster than the speed of light. Yes, he was that fast.

Calum motherfucking Hood took out his .42 pistol and started shooting at every girl every single girl who had his face plastered onto their shirts. God why can't these little brats understand that he was a FUCKING human being. Not God or Jesus.

He hated them so fucking much. So much more than Michael.

The thought of Michael comes back into his mind. His smile. His piercings. His wonderful dyed hair. Calum hated that fucking freak. Fucking bitch looking rat. He giggled thinking Jacob saclitoris might be his twin brother. Calum started laughing and laughing and laughing.

Michael suddenly comes out and shouted, "Jesus FUCKING Christ Calum what the fuck happened?"

Calum was hysterical.

"You fucking rat. You're a FUCKING rat. You don't care about me. You don't get to fuck around girls or guys. You're a bitch. A coward. You're afraid to face me because you're in love with me. You're totally and utterly in love with me you fool."

Michael's face softened and started to say something when Luke came out of the tour bus.

"what's going on babe?"

Then he saw Calum's face.

"Oh shit. Shit. Gotta blast."

Calum wasn't even the least bit of surprised.

That FUCKING bitch.

Calum was done with this band. Done. He walked away without saying a word. But tripped on one of the girls he shot. He got up quickly and left the scene.

It was almost 7 and the sun was setting down. He had walked for miles and miles over Chicago. He didn't know where he was. His phone died. No one was there. Then he saw a billboard. A big ass billboard.

It said, "Think you got talent? Well sign the fuck up at One Direction! We are a local band that you may never heard of. We sing mainly pop music and we would like you to be in our group! You must be a boy age over 18 years. You must be poor and have no home. You must be not named Zayn. You must be named Calum. You must be sexually active. Meet us at auditions and bring lube and some kinky shit."

-so halfway through the story I forgot it was smut so I dunno