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Vol 62: Almost-skater-girl girlfriend

As Luke escorted Angie to the airport, where she met with Sarah and Izzy for their one-week trip to Fiji; Luke had highly anticipated a boys' night for the four of the boys. It was no different to their usual boys out but since they'd been busy with practising for Angie's birthday party and Angie spending all remaining time with Luke- although he loved every minute of it; their boy's night had not been done for a while. So Luke made all the boys clear out the night of Angie and the girls leaving for Fiji. Meaning no girl distractions. So the night started with pre-drinking at Calum's house- and then making their way to whatever bar or club finds their way.

"How long should one wait till the other initiates the intimacy.." Micheal said as he popped a handful of peanuts in his mouth- washing it down with his half-empty beer. As Micheal put down the beer on top of the coffee table, looking back at the boys for a response- their faces looked like they were about to slap him across the face.

"Do you mean sex?" Ashton said annoyingly like he was talking to a child as he massaged his brow.

"Yes, I mean sex." Micheal snapped at the older boy who was sitting on the couch across from him.

"Well it's not a time frame, it's when the girl is ready."

"I don't know- she's been hinting it when she left for Fiji; so I'm guessing I'll be as lucky as fuck in a week."

"Keep that to yourself, Micheal."

"Can we not talk about this shit tonight," Luke said, in the middle of the two other boys as he had his leg lazily crossed over the other one, cradling his beer leaned back on the couch without taking his eyes off of the loud TV. "The ladies aren't here, so fuck that. It's boys' night for a reason."

And with a scoff, Micheal and Ashton sculled their remaining drops of beer- Ashton getting up to leave the bathroom and Micheal going to the kitchen, anticipating that they have had enough of sitting around and eating peanuts and watching a re-run recording of football.

It was also a cue that they were leaving slowly for the bar- or wherever the night had in stall for them as Ashton returned to the living room, Luke pulled his long legs, lazily, off Calum's wooden coffee table. He then switched off the rambling loud TV- followed, quickly with an aggressive yawn, scratching his two-day-old stubble. 

Luke then curiously scanned the room around where he sat, eyebrows pulled down as if he were searching for something important. His eyes then fell on the kitchen where Micheal and Ashton were situated.

"Where's Cal?" Luke turned to face Micheal who was on one of the bar stools; leaning against the island table as he was finishing up a leftover chip packet from a couple of hours ago who then nodded towards the double glass doors, adjacent to the TV.

"He's still out there? How many has he had?" Luke asked.

It didn't go unnoticed that Calum was outside- and usually, that was only for one thing. The man's best friend since 19. Nicotine. So obviously, it was safe to assume that both Micheal and Luke thought Calum was taking his sweet time through one packet of cigarettes. And it would make sense, considering how he had dropped the bomb randomly that it was officially over between him and Amiee- and that she was now dead to him. But the bomb could be seen from a mile away. Especially, after his relapse of going back to the girl who opened his gaping black hole deep inside the pit of his stomach

"I guess the 10th break up of a toxic relationship does that to you." Micheal chimed in.

"He doesn't look sad."

Ashton cleared his throat and then stated he was going to the bathroom.

"Yeah well, since when did you see him have emotions? Fucking robot." Micheal said mid-shovelling the chips into his mouth. "Would it kill him to be sad? Honestly, I have no idea how that man has not seen a therapist in all my 10 years of knowing him."