Static Sound (Muke)

seven

// seven // michael //

"Are you two serious?!" I scream from the bathroom, staring into the mirror at my face. As I slept, one of them had drawn a dick on my face that had been smeared across my face from sleeping. They aren't awake yet, but once I yell again in anger I hear them begin laughing. "I fucking hate you guys!"

I walk back into the bedroom to see them rolling across the floor, holding their stomachs. Calum is nearly crying from laughter. "Stop! C'mon, how do I get it off?"

"Here, I'll help you." Luke wipes his eyes and stands up, grabbing me by the arm and pushing me into the bathroom again.

He opens the cupboard and brings out a wash cloth, then puts it under the sink and wets it down with warm water. I sit on top of the counter, and he wraps the wash cloth around this hand and dabs at my face with it. Typically, I wouldn't mind someone doing this. But Luke was starting to get on my nerves- he causes something like this, then becomes all innocent and tries to fix it.

Luke looked pretty deep in thought as he washed my face, biting his lip and squinting his eyes. His hand that wasn't doing anything was set on my thigh, holding him up right. It sort of hurt, but I didn't have the guts to tell him to get off.

Once he's finished, he gets down and stands in front of me, smiling. "Done! Sorry about that, anyway."

"Don't give me that Luke, you meant to do it and you know it." I snap back at him, hopping off of the counter and looking in the mirror, seeing the big red blotch on my cheek where he'd scrubbed.

"Take a joke, Mikey. It's over now, no need to worry about it." He washes his hands under the sink.

I roll my eyes and exit the restroom, Luke follows behind me. How could he be so obnoxious?

Once we are back in the same room with Calum, he asks us what we should do with the day.

"Let's go to the mall, walk around and whatever." Luke says, looking through Calum's closet and picking at all of his clothes. "I can get Ashton to dive us. Would that be cool with your parents, Cal?"

"Probably, I'll see what time we can go. Sound good Mikey?"

"Sure."

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We arrive at the mall around noon, dressed up in Calum's clothes he's let us borrow. I chose to wear a large Santa Cruz shirt that had the sleeves cut off and black skinnies. Both the items were too big for me, Calum was both taller and more muscular than I was.

Luke wore a dark grey beanie over his now black hair, and this red flannel Calum had. He was excited to go to the mall just to show off his eye, thinking he looked super tough with the bruise or something.

Ashton had come with us, but didn't bother us at all because he was too busy flirting with every girl we encountered. He would stand up against the wall with his sunglasses on, one leg crossed over the other, and whenever some girl walked by he would pull his sunglasses down and throw her a charming smirk.

"Oh my god, we have to go in there." Luke says, pointing to a body piercing shop on the corner. My stomach drops as me and Calum stare at him, giving him the 'You're fucking crazy, what are you even thinking?' look.

"Serious?" Calum asks.

"Yeah, I've told you guys how I've wanted a lip ring, haven't I?" He says.

"Sure, but now?"

"Why not." Luke smirks. "Ashton! Come 'ere, I need you for a minute.."

Ashton's standing with his back against the wall again, sunglasses on even though we are inside. He drops his arms and groans, walking over to us and pulling his glasses over his nose. "Can it wait? I'm bae-watching right now."

"I just need you to okay me getting a lip piercing in here real quick and you could go do whatever you want. Please?"

I wasn't sure how old Ashton was, but you needed someone over 18 and he looked pretty damn close to that age.

Ash slouches down. "Why don't you just wait four years until you're eighteen and do it yourself?"

"No.. I'm so sick of waiting 'till I'm eighteen."

Me and Calum are just sitting back and watching the argument. "It'll take two seconds, c'mon Ash."

After taking a moment to think, he rolls his eyes and says, "Fine. You owe me though, Luke."

Luke does a slight fist pump and grabs Ashton's hand and drags him into the shop. Calum and I follow.

At the front counter, Ashton pulls out his wallet and flips it open, pulling out an ID and credit card and handing it to the tattooed guy behind the table. The guy checks it over for a moment, then hands it back to Ashton and tells Luke to follow him.

Ashton waves goodbye and leaves the shop, leaving the 3 of us alone in a body piercing shop.

"Is it legal to be here without Ashton?" Calum asks me.

"I have no idea.." I reply, but ignore it and walk all the way back to a cold room where Luke hops up on the high chair and the man helping us get all his things ready.

We sit in a waiting area in the corner while Luke gives us a thumbs up with both hands and smiles with all his teeth. Calum and I both thought this was absolutely crazy and completely unoriented.

"Right or left?" The man asks, taking a bottle of cream and wiping it around his bottom lip.

"Erm, right side. Right about here." Luke points.

"Alright."

The guy puts gloves on and tells Luke to pick out either a ring or a stud by handing him a small case with multiple different styles of both. He picks a black stud, hands it to the guy, who takes it from him and gets his needle ready. He marks a dot on his skin with a marker, then tells Luke to get ready.

Luke shuts his eyes tightly, while the guy takes his lip into his fingers and messes with it. Calum and I can't see anything that is going on because the mans body is in front of him, blocking our way.

After only a minute, the man stops and walks away to get something, and we get a glimpse of him with the needle stuck halfway in his lip, he's in tears. His face is red and his throat looks as he's choking. He doesn't make any noise, just sits there in the chair crying.

The guy goes back and finishes off the job, putting the stud into his lip and backing away from Luke. "Alright, you're done buddy." He says, patting him on the back.

Luke looks like he's about to vomit. He turns his head and wipes his eyes as if he's trying to make it seem like we hadn't noticed yet and he didn't want us to. He hops off the chair and we bring him out of the store.

"Did it hurt?" I ask.

"No.." He mumbles, folding his arms and hiding his face.