My girlfriend's bitchin' cause I always sleep in. She's always screamin' when she's calling her friends. She's kinda hot though. Yeah, she's kinda hot though.
Ashton:
"Like I was saying, it's not that she isn't pretty it's the fact that she's completely famous, Luke." Just then Ashton's phone buzzes in his hands, signaling a text message had been received. "Listen, I'll back you up when push comes to shove but-" Ashton's voice cut out short and his eyes go wide.
"But what?" Luke asks looking over his shoulder and up at Ashton from the floor. "Who texted you?" Ashton just shakes his head, struggling to contain the smirk on his lips and the problem arising in his pants. "C'mon, tell me." Luke utters, getting up and flopping onto the couch. Before Ashton had time to hide the phone, Luke grabs it and takes a peek at the screen.
"Wait, no!"
"AHHHHHHHH!" Luke screams, throwing the phone down on the ground as if it were the devil himself. Luke gets up off the ground and runs around the lounge area, covering his eyes with his hands and screaming. "My eyes! My poor innocent eyes!"
Calum:
"So, you're fighting with her again?" Ashton asks from across the table at breakfast. Calum nods his head and sets his phone down on the tabletop. He'd wanted to text you, but didn't quite know what to say.
"It was only a small fight, I guess." Just then his ringtone goes off, letting Calum's eyes scan down the phone. He ignores it, part of him still not wanting to talk with you.
"What I don't understand is why you always stick with her, when all you two do is fight." Suddenly Calum's phone buzzes again. He, once again ignores it. "If you're in a relationship, shouldn't there be hardly any fighting?" Calum zones out Ashton again as his phone buzzes for a third time. This time he gives in and unlocks his phone. "Either you love her or you don't. Dude, listen to me." Ashton exclaims, batting the phone out of Calum's hand and onto the table, face up. Ashton's eyes go wide as does Calum's. No one moves for a good thirty seconds, giving the picture time to bury it's way deep into both of their brains. Ashton shakes his head and sighs, bringing his coffee to his lips.
"Now I understand it."
Luke:
"Tell her to stop texting you, we're going to be doing an interview." Michael utters to Luke. Luke bites down on his lip, wanting so badly to tell you that truth. You two were sending some hot texts back and forth, nothing more than some dirty lines and stuff.
"I know, I know." Luke utters, locking his phone and placing it on his lap. The four guys sit before the interviewer on a long couch. Luke sat on the end with Michael beside him as they waited patiently for the interview to begin. Luke's phone buzzes one last time and he, against his own better judgment, looks at it.
"What did I just tell you?"
"Holy Shit-" Luke utters underneath his breath as he tries to hide the evidence quickly. Michael grabs the phone out of Luke's hand and goes to turn it off, but sees the picture. He smirks over at Luke, Luke's cheeks burning deep red.
"Don't worry," Michael begins as he sticks the phone into his own pocket, "You'll get it back after the interview and so you can fix that very prominent problem."
Michael:
Michael's eyes were permanently glued onto his phone, where you were sending dirty pictures directly to him. He was on the other side of the world and you were missing his touch. So sexting seemed like a great plan between the two of you.
"Bro." Michael smirks at the phone and sends a dirty message back to you. "Excuse me." Calum tries again, though Michael doesn't hear it, especially after the new picture you sent to him. The latest one had fewer clothes than any of them combined. "Earth to Mikey."
"Huh." Michael utters, though he's not really listening.
"Dude, get your head out of your phone for one- AH!" Calum snatches the phone out of Michael's hands and takes one look at the screen before tossing it onto the floor. "Please tell me that that was on just some porn sight because if that was Y/N I think I'll be sick." Michael rolls his eyes and grabs his phone. "Not that she doesn't look hot-"
"You should stop talking before I punch you in the testicles."
