My Famous Brother's Best Friend

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He laughed, "Well, that was fun."

"Our first time being in a pitch black forest, lovely!" I said, threading my fingers through his.

It was the middle of the night, maybe 2 or 3 am. Michael and I had an... eventful night.

We finally approached the campsite, seeing that Calum was still awake, sitting by the fire.

"I thought you both died." He chuckled, his slurring showing his intoxication.

"Cal, I think it's time for you to sleep," I laughed, helping him out of his chair, "Michael, put out the fire."

I lead Calum to his tent, Luke sleeping peacefully. I helped him lay down on his sleeping bag, feeling his hand wrap around my forearm.

"Did you fuck him?" he asked, lightly shaking his head as if he wanted me to lie to him.

"Goodnight." I whispered, leaving him answerless and drowsy.

I slid into Michael and I's tent, laying in my sleeping bag next to his.

He groaned, "I can't touch you if you're in a different sleeping bag, princess."

"I think you've touched me enough for one night," I smiled.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, to which I nodded in response.

I turned away from him and closed my eyes, hoping nothing would go wrong. Everything was so picture perfect. At this moment, I was finally happy.

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"RISE AND SHINE, FUCKERS!" Lydia shouted from outside the tents. I unzipped the front window screen, looking out to see a tired Ashton boiling instant coffee over the gas stove top we brought. Calum and Luke were still asleep.

"Baby, it's time to wake up," I cooed, straddling Michael's lap. His eyes squinted open, his hands resting on my hips as I leaned down to peck his lips.

"I like waking up to this," he responded groggily. I stood up, pulling him up with me. His white long sleeve adorned my chest, the one he had worn the previous day. The one I had put on after we had finished our affair in the woods up the road. Let's not tell the others that.

I walked out to the picnic table, slipping on my tennis shoes. Although we had two picnic tables, there was enough room for all of us to sit on the one. Calum sat on my left, Michael on my right, Luke directly in front of me, with Ash and Lydia on either side. All the people around the table grabbed a red solo cup, having Ash fill each cup with the rich espresso, excluding me and my hatred for coffee. I grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip.

I coughed, spitting out the clear liquid directly behind Calum. He collected my hair into a ponytail while I spit.

"Lydia, why did you fill the water bottles with vodka?!" I asked, capping the bottle and laughing. She chuckled, "I didn't know where that bottle went, I've been looking everywhere!"

Breakfast went on like that, sharing stories of the night before and the drunken activities. Luke apparently forgot to take his shoes off before bed, sleeping with his mudded vans on.

"I guess it's time to go home then?" Ashton suggested, having us all agree with nods.

Michael and I went to our tent, packing up the sleeping bags.

He sighed, "I don't know why he keeps hitting on you."

I turned back to him, "Who? Calum? He hasn't hit on me in years."

He laughed bitterly, "He's been hitting on you for days now, the whole hair thing, and the-"

"He's looking out for me," I defended Calum, "he's being a good friend."