Colours {punk l.h. au}

5

say hello to my little friend

aka ashton

"Happy Halloween, darling." I was suddenly awakened by someone's hot breath in the ear. I was startled to say the least, and that's my excuse for almost punching the person in the face.

"Hey, watch the swinging fist!" The voice said louder. I pried my eyes open tiredly and found myself a Michael Clifford staring down at me with a ridiculously big grin on his face.

"Mikey, it's way too early for this shit." I mumbled and rolled back over on my stomach to avoid any type of light beaming my way.

"It's 2 in the afternoon."

I quickly shot up in a panic, "What?!" I shouted. I threw the blankets from my body and scrambled up, "You mean to tell me, I slept through three of my classes?!"

Michael just laughed at me frantically running around my dorm room like a total lunatic, "Not exactly, Reba. It's Saturday."

As soon as his words registered in my head, I stopped my desperate attempt to tug a pair of skinny jeans up my legs.

"Oh."

I let them go and they hung around my thighs, almost making it to my hips.

I kicked them off, "What the fuck." I muttered under my breath and ran a hand through my hair tiredly.

That was when I realized I was in only underwear and a t shirt.

I scurried back over to my unruly bed and climbed back under the covers, "Thanks for the heart attack, Mike."

He chuckled and joined me in the tiny twin bed, "Anytime, love. So as I informed you earlier, it's Halloween. So I'm expecting you to be at the frat house by 8 tonight."

I shot him a glare, "And what if I have plans?" I playfully nudged him in the ribs. He elbowed me back, "Cancel 'em. I need my drunken dance partner by my side tonight!" He yelled.

Typical Michael, always loud.

"What about Olivia?" I tried again. I was sort of hoping to stay in tonight, considering I partied with Michael last night and had a super bad hangover. This boy just never stops!

"She'll be up Calum's ass the whole time, and besides, I like you better." He smiled toothlessly. Man, did he have to pull the cute card on me?

"I fucking heard that!" Olivia's voice was heard through the closed bathroom door. I couldn't help but to giggle. Who doesn't love being the favorite?

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Fine."

He instantly engulfed me in a chest crushing bear hug and repeatably kissed all over my face saying, "Thank you!" About a hundred times.

I jokingly pushed him off my bed, "Whatever, now get out. I need more beauty rest."

He stood up straight and pouted, "Walk me to the door at least?" He pleaded. I kicked my covers off of me once again and walked Michael to the door.

I opened it up while saying goodbye until another annoying sound interrupted me, "Woah, Mikey! I didn't know you and the freshman were fucking?"

I glanced over at the dude who had just said that unbelievably loudly, and I wasn't at all surprised that it was none other than Luke Hemmings!

"We're not fucking." I spat at the blonde boy. He held up his hands in defense, "Okay, whatever you say. Nice undies, by the way." He smiled. I smiled back, "Aw thanks, too bad you'll never see them again."