IMAC/IRWIN

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"push it harder, michael." i grunted while supporting my own weight against the furniture.

michael exerted a lot more effort than the last attempts but it still wasn't enough.

"it won't budge bro." he wiped off the sweat that's starting to collect on his forehead, then brushed it against the sleeve of his top.

"let's push together. ready?" he simply nodded before going back to position and placed both of his hands in front of him. "one. two. three!" we pushed at the same time, making the task successful before dropping to the carpeted floor.

"jesus guys, all you had to do was move the sofa. only you managed to make it sound like you were having sex." luke suddenly said while munching on potato chips noisily.

i stood up from the floor to pull michael up as well. the heat getting to me urged me to roll up the sleeves of my shirt and tie my hair in a bun. a man bun.

"how dare you. we wouldn't have done it if you didn't challenge us in moving the sofa with you on it. and the floor has a carpet so it makes it harder for us." i pointed out to him yet he still seems disinterested.

michael and i shared a look with each other briefly, smiling deviously at our mentally formulated plan. we returned our gaze at luke before we marched up to him, still clueless of our similar intentions.

or at least i thought was similar.

michael ended up body slamming luke while i tried pulling luke's feet off of the sofa, which was the original plan. unfortunately, this concludes that my mental connection with michael will have to be on hiatus for a while.

"whut har fyew guysh doingh?" luke mumbled under michaels stomach that's placed directly on top of his face making it hard to understand what he's saying.

"well ashton here didn't get the memo that we were supposed to dog pile on you my little noodle." michael glared at me then proceeded to stand up sit on the arm of the sofa next to luke.

"little noodle? why wou-"

"what memo? my plan was to pull him of the sofa so we could sit there instead of him. which part of my eye language did you not understand?" i placed both hands at waist and tapped my foot, awaiting his answer.

"hmm, i don't know ashton. maybe it was the part when your eyes didn't even tell me something in the first place! body language could work so much better but no. you would like to spice things up like the little spice girl that you are. now i feel bad for slamming on my little noodle." michael huffed and started to stroke luke's blonde hair.

"seriously, where did you get little noodle from-"

"you know what, i'm going out for a walk!" not waiting for their replies, i stormed off and left our place to the park.

it's the perfect place to cool off without any expenses and none of them could even notice.

so i strolled down the pavement and headed off to the park.