5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

28- College AU

*recently, I went on a college tour of my dream college and decided to write a little something about it. This is my first AU set and I hope they're not terrible and kinda good.*

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ASHTON: You turned the page of the book you had to read for English, enjoying the serenity of the library's second floor. It was quiet, making it ideal for reading conditions--and listening to the soft scratches of the pencil in the art-major's hand. He'd been going at it in his sketchbook since you'd sat down at one of the round tables.

You closed your book after a little while longer, clutching it close to your chest as you walked over to the boy with the glasses. "Whatcha drawing?" You asked, sliding down the wall beside him.

"Oh, uh, nothing," he said, quickly closing his sketchbook.

A little piece of you--the piece that read too much fanfiction in your high school years--hoped it was you he was drawing. You wouldn't have minded. He was cute afterall, with shaggy curls and a hipster style. "Pleeeease can I see? You art majors never seize to amaze me with the work you guys create."

"Fine," he sighed, then mumbled, turning the cover on his sketchbook.

Your hopes of them being you were crushed and replaced with absolute awe when you saw the designs he actually worked on in his sketchbook. He had so many doodles scattered around the page and elaborate designs taking majority of the space on others.

"Wow... you're amazing! Can you draw me something for my dorm walls--I mean, when you have time of course? They're still kind of bare," you confessed.

"I wouldn't mind doing that for someone like you."

You beamed. "You're awesome! I'm in room 2-30. Just knock and ask for Y/N."

MICHAEL: "Aww, shit," you muttered, pressing the cardboard box you were carrying between the wall and yourself, lifting a leg to steady it on your thigh.

"Here, let me help you with that," a tall boy said, Australian accent thick. He had a couple streaks of colored hair popping out against the black color it was, and that was the only thing you could see of him when he took the box from you. "What's your dorm number?"

"7-22," you replied. You glanced the boy over as he turned to walk down the hall, adjusting the shoulder strap of your purse before following him to your room, unlocking the wooden door and holding it open for him. The protruding muscles in his arm relaxed when he carefully set the box down on your side of the room. "Thanks for helping me with that..."

"Michael."

"Y/N."

"Y/N. That's really pretty. It would, uh, also be pretty cool if you came with me to the dining hall for a quick lunch. You've got the meal plan, right?" He asked.

"I do, and I would love that. Just let me grab the last box from my car and we can head over," you said, smiling up at him.

CALUM: "Go Calum!" You cheered from the stands, fingers curled around the sleeve of your boyfriend's college sweatshirt. You adored going to his soccer/football games, he was always so adorable when he was focused and not stressed (which was the difference between his sport and school focus).

He pointed to where you stood in the stands as if to say "this one's for you, babe!", the time on the clock ticking away. He lined up the shot, kicking the ball and watching it spiral towards the goal. If he made it, he won the game and your school--and boyfriend--was headed to the championships.

It went in slow motion; the rolling of the ball across the turf. The crowd bit their nails in nervousness before they all began to roar.

You jumped over bleachers, running down onto the field to hug your boyfriend, shut out by the team at first until Calum asked them to let him see you. He picked you up, spinning you in circles before pressing a kiss to your lips. "I promised you a goal, baby. I had plenty, but the winner was just for you."

"I am so proud of you, Hood. I love you so much, Calum."

"I love you so much more, Y/N," he said. He kissed you quickly once more, before leading you to the rest of the team. "Would you be my date to the celebratory dinner?"

"Should I wear something nice?"

"My jersey looks good on you, babe, and who wears nice clothes to McDonald's? This is the one time Coach let's us eat junk food," he said and you laughed.

LUKE: "Luke, I have an exam tomorrow. I need sleep!" You said, reluctantly keeping up with your long-legged boyfriend as he pulled you across campus at two in the morning.

"You'll do fine, Y/N," he promised, looking up at the sky while pulling you behind him, your fingers tangled among each other's. "Besides, you texted me in a stressed panic. You need to take a breather if you're not going to sleep yet."

"Yeah, but--" you began, stopping when the running stopped.

You stood on the grass in the center of campus, still holding Luke's hand. The stars glimmered from their places in the sky and he layed down, you following suit. His hands supported his head, you laying yours on his chest. One of his hands found your hair, twirling it on his finger, relaxing you as you stargazed, body's connected with your touches.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Luke said after a few moments.

"Wow," you managed to say in your awestruck state, resulting in him giggling. "It's--it's beautiful. I'd love the sky so much more in the city if it looked like this all the time. I haven't seen the Orion's belt since I was a child."

"Enjoy it now, baby," he whispered. "I see it every day in your eyes."

"That was cheesy, Hemmings," you smiled, yawning. And before you knew it, you were fast asleep, relaxed for the first time since you started studying hours before. Little did you know a little sleep and a lot of love (plus a last minute drilling on all the key vocabulary terms on the way to class) were all you needed to ace the exam.