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You Deserve The Most Beautiful Words (E)

Credit: cashcakeplz

So people are liars and Luke and arzaylea are still dating (I think) but you know what, I don't care (yes I do) because thanks to arzaylea I got this hot ass sexy picture of Luke (pic above) so thanks arzaylea (is that how you spell it?)

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Calum sat at his desk, twisting his pen through his long fingers. He'd been sitting in this position for the past hour, staring blankly at a sheet of paper, attempting to scribble lyrics.

Ever since the day he stumbled into Ashton's room with the lyrics to Gotta Get Out, he'd been labeled as the unofficial writer of the band. While all four of the boys wrote, Calum was always the sort of alpha when it came to their lyrics. When Ash, Luke, and Mikey were stumped, they turned to Calum for help, that's why when you look at their albums, under most songs it will have Calum's name along with the title 'composer'.

Calum never realized when he wrote, it just sort of...happened. That's why when John told him to go sit in his room for a few hours, and try to find inspiration, Calum considered it pointless immediately. There's no way sitting at a blank desk, along with a blank paper, will inspire his mind to come up with words that aren't Alex Gaskarth's, Billie Joe Armstrong's, or complete garbage. Just not possible.

Calum wasn't one to 'find' inspiration. He didn't lose himself in Tokyo like Michael did, or go climbing in the mountains of New Zealand like Ashton. No, Calum didn't find inspiration almost anywhere, he was transfixed by the complexity of Japan, and mystified by the beauty of New Zealand, but he wasn't inspired. In fact, when he really thinks about it, Calum can't think of anything that has ever really inspired him to write. All he knows is that the most beautiful words come to mind when he's with one person.

Luke.

Calum could think of a million beautiful words when Luke is involved, because Luke is beautiful. There is absolutely nothing more angelic than Luke's blue eyes, nothing more enticing than the way he moves, nothing more adorable than his mile-long legs.

It scares Calum a little sometimes, how easily the words flow from his mouth when Luke is in the room. Huge words that he learned from the vocab books they studied in school tend to surface in his mind, and suddenly, things just...make sense. The words link correctly, and match up with rhythms well. Making music and writing lyrics just always came easily to Calum whenever Luke was with him. Luke made everything clear in Calum's mind, all the little pieces of potential, maybe lyrics floating around in his brain, they all clear up and mesh together. And when Luke adds his own words, they fill the blank spaces in the quilt of lyrics Calum sews, and together, they make the most beautiful lyrical pieces.

And man, Calum could really use Luke right now. The three words he had written were staring back at him with mockery, as if daring Calum to continue, to add onto the mess he knows he's about to create. He really hates this, being forced to sit down, and work. Don't get him wrong, he's not one to turn up his nose to a challenge, but he's well aware of when he's lost a battle before it's begun. This is one of those times. The thirteen letters: 'it started with' are scribbled on his page, and Calum's never felt so lost. The letters are staring to jumble, and his grip on his pen is starting to tighten. Sweat is dripping down his neck and hand, and Calum begins to feel it pool in his palm. He's starting to lose it, is what's happening.

Just when he's about to flip the desk, and break the pen in half, the door to his room opens. He snaps his head towards the door, ready to tell Michael to get the hell out, when he sees who walked in.

"Hi baby." Luke says with a smile, a Popsicle in hand. Calum didn't say anything, just watched as Luke licked his cherry-red lips, artificially dyed from the Popsicle he had been sucking on previously.