Piercings & Lace || Mashton (MPREG) (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

[i forGOT THE FUCKING PANTIES KILL ME. Okay but they're pastel blue.]

[lower case intended]

it was like, the first day was magic and every day that followed became shit. it's now friday and every time i'd make eye contact with michael for the past 4 days he'd just scurry away. i mean, we completely hit it off in the bathroom- mind you, i'd want him to pin me against the wall but whatever- and suddenly every switch that was even the slightest on, were completely off. i don't understand anything at all. so i was basically sulking all week, grouchy and snappy to any and everyone.

when i woke up that friday i was ready to just go into work in my pj's but then i remembered i work for a corporation and not a local supermarket, meaning that i had to dress decent. i rolled out of bed with a grunt and shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. i cooled off some bad nerves that i woke up with and grabbed a bottle of pain killers from the cabinet to get rid of my raging, over thinking brain.

i went back into my room and starred at my closet just really really really wanting to skip work today because i was in no mood. i just decided to grab anything from my closet- polka dotted dress with a brown belt that i decided to put on leggings with- and searched around for a vest. once i found my jean vest that had the sleeves cut off, i grabbed one of my black bows and clipped it on- they were one of those fake clip ons because for some reason i can tie a tie but i cant do a fucking bow. i put on some light pink lipstick, slipping on my bracelet and grabbed my daisy flower crown and put it on my head.

i grabbed my phone and purse and went to the front door and slipped on my dr martens, heading out to pick up calum.

***

"you're angry?" was the first thing i heard once i entered calum's loft.

"and you're awake" i smiled with fake enthusiasm.

"it's too early for your bitchy mood" he yawned, grabbing his coffee and sandwich from my hands. "what's gotten your panties in a twist?"

"they're not twisted" i grumble, slurping a bit of my coffee. "michael has been ignoring me all week!"

"that's not my problem" he shrugged and took a bit of his sandwich, but before he could, i grabbed his food and coffee away from him and glared. "okay princess my bad. it's my top priority to fix your daddy issues. now give me my food back."

i rolled my eyes at him and handed him back his food with a sigh, taking another sip of coffee. "no you're right. michael ignoring me is not your problem it's mine. what is your problem though is my bitchy mood."

"eh" he shrugged once again, as if there were no problems in the entire world. "i'm use to it"

i slapped him up side the head and he groaned, taking another bite of his sandwich as i took a sip of my coffee. "whatever. just go take a shower and let's go to work."

"yes princess" he rolled his eyes and finished his food, taking a sip of coffee before running off to the bathroom.

***

"i need a plan" i whispered to calum, who was sitting in his rolling chair right behind me playing pinball on his computer. he just hummed and i began to speak again. "i need you to help me get michael to talk to me again."

"and how would that work?" he said, followed by a low fuck, guessing he lost or close to it anyways.

"i don't know" i whined.

he sighed and closed the tab to his pinball and turned around to face me. "seduce him?" i raised an eyebrow as if to tell him to elaborate on exactly what he has in mind and he pursed his lips but told me anyways. "this weekend we can go shopping, preferably sunday since tomorrow we have work and i just want to pass out on the couch really-"

"get to the point" i huffed.

"oh my god ashton shut the fuck up for just two seconds" he grumbled but i just rolled my eyes. "we go out to one of those sex shops dow-"

"oh my god calum i am not going to a sex shop!" i hissed lowly.

"oh don't lie to me" he whisper-yelled back. i gaped at him my cheeks completely flushed.

"shut up." i grumbled, sitting back in my chair, patting down my dress and crossing my arms.

"okay anyways. since you don't have the decency to go to a sex shop with your best friend then we cn just go to one of your stores there. what's it called? forever planets?"

"are you high?"

"having this conversation, i must be."

"right. whatever. carry one."

"buy a sexy skirt and top and knee high socks with those garters-"

"oh my god you don't buy garters at a teenage shopping store calum!"

"garter belts and when we get to work monday make sure to have him call you in his office and lift up your skirt seductively-"

"you watch to much porn."

"and like bite your lip and lick them-"

"maybe you just like foreplay when you bring strangers home?"

"fine. have fun making up your own ideas." he spun around and went back to his computer but i grabbed the back of the chair and pulled him towards me, spinning him to face me and held onto the chair handles.

"forever twenty one. you can't buy sexy clothes at a teen store, nor garter belts. you watch too much porn and do too much foreplay." i spoke sternly.

"so sex shop it is?" he grinned happily. i grunted but nodded reluctantly, feeling my body heat up from embarrassment. "great. my friend joe owns this sex shop downtown. it's actually pretty huge and i've been meaning to check a new toy he got in a few days ago-"

"so i'm an excuse for you to go to a sex shop?" i raised an eyebrow at him.

"i'd've gone with or without you" he shrugged.

"when you grow old, get yourself your own sex shop. bet the wifey would love to work at a store that you'd worship more then her" i rolled my eyes and let go of his chair, spinning him back to his computer.

"that's a great idea" he grinned happily to his computer.

of course you'd think that, i rolled my eyes but smiled anyways.