"i'm so fucked up," ashton exclaimed, from the backseat of calums car.
"i'm sure you are," calum muttered, as he read the street signs, looking for the name of ashtons street.
and he probably really was. once calum and i got there, he had at least four more beers, a couple random cups full of god knows what, plus whatever he had before cal and i arrived. and i saw him holding at least three blunts, but i wasn't sure if he had really smoked anything.
"ash, what's your apartment number?" i asked.
"who really knows," ashton replied, looking out the window.
"apparently not me, that's why i'm asking," i stated, rolling my eyes.
"i don't know maybe eighty nine," he suggested.
"is there even eighty nine apartments?" calum asked, sighing. he pulled into a parking lot and parked, apparently we had arrived at ashtons aparetment building.
"i think i'm going to be sick," ashton stated, not bothering to answer his question.
"not in my car you're not, get out," calum demanded.
i stepped out of the car, and opened ashtons door for him. he fumbled around trying to take his seatbelt off for a few moments, before finally succeeding. he tried to get out of the car, and fell onto his face.
"jesus christ," i muttered, grabbing his arm and helping him stand up. and just my luck, there was blood around his mouth.
"why the hell is he bleeding?!" calum asked.
"he probably bit his tongue," i sighed.
calum rolled his eyes, and grabbed ashtons arm, leading him towards the door to the building, so he couldn't injure himself anymore.
i walked ahead and opened it for them.
"thank you," calum said.
"what apartment do you live in ashton?" i tried again.
"eighty nine," he replied, and of course blood dripped down his face.
"hey, stop talking," calum said.
luckily ashton obeyed.
"i'm pretty sure he lives in twenty eight, but i can't remember," calum said.
"then where the hell did he get eighty nine from?" i asked, genuinely confused.
"who knows," calum replied, walking over to the elevator, "but there's only 38 buildings in here.
once the elevator doors opened, i pressed the button for floor three.
"why am i bleeding? am i dying?" ashton asked.
"yes," i replied, earning a look of horror from ashton.
"don't be such an asshole," calum scolded.
at that moment the doors opened, and we stepped out into the hallway, walking to room twenty eight.
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authors note !!
okay, so i know this is starting off really slow, but it kinda has to for the plot to go right. it'll start getting a lot better soon though, i promise!
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Exception [M.Clifford)
Fanfiction" you are the only exception... " ••• in which michael is an asshole who doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself... until taylor comes around at least.
