cake oneshots || book one

And Now Hes Devoid Of Color

Lol apparently we aren't the only ones who don't particularly like arzaylea HAHAHAHA (if you think it's fake go check their likes)

Ashton and Bryana are so slick I love it

That also kind of brings me back to the Bali trip, did you realize that arzaylea was only in the group pictures? Like the pictures the girls took of just the "girls group" I guess...arzaylea was in none of them. Ha...haha

Well I guess it could maybe be because Luke was like the only one who knew her (besides the boys of course) BUT they still could've involved her in the pictures so I think that's saying something lol this makes me happy

Anyway this is a sad one, soz

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•• You need to take it into your hands, hold it close, protect it with everything you have, because Love is a fragile thing, and once it breaks, it falls into so many pieces that even if you try to put it back together again, it's never the same. ••

"I didn't ask for this, you know?" That was weak. A futile attempt at some sort of self-satisfying "it's not my fault," when he knew they were both to blame. They had treated it like it was easy, durable, like it could withstand anything. And for a while, it was. But then it got weak, there wasn't as much motivation, as much happiness, as much effort in it. Calum tried so hard to pick up the pieces, but he'd gotten cut in the process, dropped them, and broke them even more. It was so fücking hard, he loved Luke so much, and Luke probably loved him even more, but with everything they've gone through, Calum doesn't see that warm, loving glow in his blue eyes anymore. He doesn't get to feel the protection of strong arms around him while he slept, to hear the steady heartbeat with his head pressed against a solid chest. It didn't happen. And that was probably the worst part.

"You think I did?" Luke's tone was harsh. He was hurting too, they had built up so much together, a future, even. He never expected them to break like they were. He didn't expect Calum to wake up on his side of the bed crying at night, didn't expect himself to feel like there was nothing he could do about it. Didn't expect himself to feel alone either. When he was with Calum, he was supposed to feel like there was nobody else he'd rather have by his side. He loved Calum, he still does, but as Calum started to tear up, crumbling under the heavy weight of the fact that this just wasn't going to work anymore, that they couldn't keep this up, it hurt. His heart clenched because, fück, he loved Calum so much, but this was just so hard. It was misery.

"You promised, Luke. You promised you'd never let anything take it from us."

"I just never expected it to end like this. I never really expected it to end, either." Luke sounded tired, slumping down the wall beside Calum. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"What?" Calum snapped, rearing back. "You have the balls to say I'm making this harder? How am I making this harder? Are you not as torn as I am? I fucking love you, Luke, I love you so much, I... I don't know if anything would be harder than it already is. You know you're really fücking unbelievable."

Luke scooted closer to him, reaching out and pulling him to his chest. Calum resisted at first, before giving up and falling into him, crying into his flannel. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he was whispering through his tears, his body shaking a bit with the force of his sobs. Luke couldn't bring himself to cry, though he knew he should be. He had to be strong for Calum, for this to be easy. "I know, Cal, I know, I love you too, so much."

"We weren't careful enough, Luke."

"I know." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Calum was sitting up now, staring at him with glassy brown eyes full of sadness. Luke's felt his heart break. "Can we fix this? Ever? I don't want to lose you forever."

"You know it won't be the same, babe."

"I'll always love you, I will, Luke." Calum was gripping Luke's arms like a lifeline, eyes wide. "I know, I will to, I will, Jesus, stop crying, I can't keep watching you cry like this."

Calum whimpered, trying to stifle the cries coming from his mouth.

"Kiss me one last time?" He whispered, his thin, fragile hands coming up to cup Luke's cheeks. Luke gave him a sad smile before pulling Calum into his lap, closing the distance between their lips. It was soft, slow, and passionate, as if they were trying to drink up the last bits of what they had, as if they were afraid of never having it again. Truth is, they were terrified.

Truth is, they wouldn't ever be the same.

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qotd: ...I got nothing. Idk put whatever you feel like saying, express yo self. OH WAIT! Put your favorite Michael quote!

aotd: "shït-dïck-fück-balls"

"I'm pringle. That's kinda like single but hungry"

"For my birthday, I want everyone to grab someone else's butt."