Ashton:
"Well, that was fun." You state as you walk Ashton towards the door of your flat. You two had spent the last two hours watching the Katy Perry movie, talking endlessly about things you loved, and eating too much pizza. You open the door and watch as Ashton steps out into the hallway.
"It really was. I think we should do it again Y/N." You nod your head, liking the idea of hanging out with this guy again. Ashton and you were just friends, nothing more considering you've known each other since you both were in nappies (or diapers if your American like me). He had been out living the dream so the two of you hadn't hung out in approximately 9 months 14 days and 22 hours, not that you were counting or anything. "I've missed you."
"Awe, well I've missed you too." You say, pulling your best friend into your arms. His large muscular arms wrap around you and hold you close to him. The two of you stand pressed together for quite sometime, mostly because you were too weak to pull away. "Okay, this takes the prize of being the longest embrace ever."
"Sorry." Ashton says, pulling away.
"Night Ash." He looks as if he's close to walking away, but stops. "Yes?" You two could always read each other's expressions.
"Y/N, I can't stop thinking about you." A deep blush runs across your cheeks. "It's killing me inside and I know if I don't just- damnit- Will you go out with me?"
Calum:
Staring down at the phone in your hands you finally decide to make the move. The amazing man you had met at a local club last night gave his number to you. As much as you tried to fight off the urge to call, you just couldn't beat it. You listened to the dial tone mesh with the beat of your heart, which was rapidly speeding in your chest.
"Hey."
"Hi, uh Calum this is Y/N from last night." You start off nervously, afraid he may not remember.
"What's up Y/N? Couldn't resist the urge to see me face again?"
"Well, funny you say that." You take a large deep breath. Fuck it. "I don't usually do this but would you maybe wanna get dinner tonight or something?" Releasing the air in your lungs takes away some of the butterflies in your stomach as you wait for a response.
"No." You feel your heart drop in your chest, knowing that all the confidence you had mustered up earlier just left your body. "Nah, I'm just kidding." You groan loudly into the phone and stomp your foot.
"For that you're so paying."
Luke:
You were tired of waiting around for Luke to finally ask you out. It had been three months since the sexual tension between the two of you had been addressed. Neither of you ever spoke of it again after that frightful encounter of what happens solely behind closed doors at the Hemmings household, most importantly Luke's bedroom (if you catch my drift). But today you were done. Just f-ing done. You stomp over to his house, ignoring the fact the rain falling from the sky was ruining your hard work to look somewhat nice for him. You bang on his front door, praying Liz wouldn't answer. Thankfully she didn't.
"Hey- jesus you're soaking!" Luke exclaims, holding the door wide. You stumble into his house uninvited and stand in the entryway dripping rain water on the hardwood floor.
"We have to talk."
"About?" You groan loudly, for some odd reason you thought he'd known the exact reason you were here.
"This! Us! I can't take it anymore. I know you like me Luke, I mean you know I know this! I walked in on you-" My voice drifted off as my memories sprung back to that awkward sight. "Anyways, I'm done ignoring that awkwardness! Will you just ask me out already!" Luke stood back, staring at you with wide eyes.
"You feel the same way?" You nod your head wildly, having no clue how he didn't notice.
"Of fucking course!" A smile grew upon Luke's lips as he stood up a bit straighter.
"Fine then, will you, Y/N Y/L/N do me the honor of going on a date with me?"
"Do I even need to answer that silly question?"
Michael:
"I could go All The WAY!" You scream as you score the winning goal in FIFA against your friend Michael. He mumbles a string of curse words before slamming the controller down on the coffee table. "Fuck Yes!" You exclaim, standing from the couch and doing happy dance. You never win against Michael so this was a new feeling.
"Shut it Y/N!" He grumbles.
"Awe! You gonna cry about it?" You pout your bottom lip out and laugh. Your laughter is soon gone win the boy grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. You scream loudly and pound on his back, this caught you completely off guard. "What are you doing Clifford?"
"I'm taking you on a date!"
"What! No!" You yell, continuing to pound on Michael's back. He had asked you out several times, each time you shot him down. It wasn't because you didn't like Michael, it was just that you didn't want to ruin what you already had with him. "This isn't cool!"
"Too bad. I feel like we both need to win something today, maybe we both could go all the way." He says, stopping halfway up the stairs from his man cave. The idea cumulates in your brain and you give in. Secretly you were growing fonder to the idea of going on a date with Michael. You slump heavily on his shoulder and rest your face against his back.
"Fine. But we're not going all the way. You'll just have to play your cards right."
