5SOS Preferences and Requests (Part 2)

Roommates

Hi Floppy Dishtowels!

Sorry it's been a little while. I'm sick. Bleh. But I finally had a burst of energy to write! Yay! So I hope you enjoy being roommates with the boys! xx

Ashton: "Ash are we out of Nutella?" You called from your shared kitchen, grabbing some bread. Clomping footsteps sounded through the hall and suddenly a shadow fell over your shoulder.
"Yes. We are. I used it as an experiment." He said softly, scratching his head. You groaned and set the bread down.
"But we just got it. I just wanted some toast with Nutella-y goodness. Dammit." He gave you a sheepish smile and put his hands behind his back.
"Sorry Y/N."
"What experiment did you even use it for?" You questioned. Ashton tried to avoid your eyes but you just tapped your foot. "You gonna tell me?"
He coughed, speaking something that sounded like 'Luke's funderbare.' You raised an eyebrow and blinked.
"Sorry what was that?"
He sighed and looked you in the eye.
"Michael came over and we wanted to see what would happen if we put Nutella in Luke's underwear. We found out that it sticks. And it takes a long time to get off." He explained, keeping a completely straight face.
You took it in and considered it for a moment before you giggled.
"Poor Luke. Didn't see it coming."
Ashton grinned and ruffled your hair softly.
"I knew you'd enjoy that. But I actually need some help."
You looked at him and shrugged.
"Sure. What do you need?"

"Ok. When you said needed help with Michael, I didn't think you meant this." You spoke, staring at the half naked Michael stuck to Luke's rear end. "How did this even happen?"

"Luke sat on me." Michael grumbled and tried to push the lanky blonde off. Luke smiled victoriously and shook his butt against Michael's bare chest. Dear lord.
"Why do you need my help? It seems like Luke's content with his new home." You commented, earning a snicker from Ashton. Michael glared and flipped you off.
"Or we could just go grocery shopping and leave these two idiots to figure it out." Ashton suggested, making you smile.
"I like that plan better."

"No guys! Don't leave me here like this!" Michael pleaded, "He's crushing my will to live!"
"Should've thought of that before you filled my underwear with Nutella." Luke fought back.

"We could also go to a movie. And dinner. And a lot more places." Ashton mumbled, making you laugh.

Luke: "Ugh! Y/N you are the worst roommate ever!" Luke yelled from the laundry room. You cackled and continued to watch American Horror Story.
"You lost the bet Luke. You gotta do all of the laundry. It's not my fault you suck at betting." You propped your feet up on the ottoman and relaxed, digging into a bag of Doritos.
"How was I supposed to know that Blue was a girl? Blue's Clues is such a weird show anyway." He muttered, carrying a full laundry basket up the stairs.
"Magenta is the boy dog. They broke the gender role thing of blue being a boy color." You snacked on a Dorito. Luke dropped the basket with a loud thump to the floor.
"Well it's still confusing."
"Whatever you say Luke. Get to folding. I think I'm gonna order pizza."
He glared at you and sat down angrily, picking up a pair of your pajama bottoms.
"I will get you back Y/L/N. You can count on that." He threatened playfully.
"Uh huh. Make sure the socks are the same before you put them together."

"Ew. Girl underwear." He wrinkled his nose and flung the lacy garment across the room. You both looked at each other.

"Yes! I hit the lamp!" You yelled, watching your black underwear bounce off the lampshade.
"Well I hit the curtains." Luke pouted, taking another pair of your underwear in his hands.
"Ok I bet you can't hit the front door from here." You challenged and he raised his eyebrows.
"If I win?" He asked.
"If you hit it, I'll clean the dishes. If you lose, you clean the dishes." You suggested.
"Sounds fair. Get ready to scrub-a-dub-dub!" He shouted, slinging the pair of white underwear towards the door. It bounced off the coat hanger and landed on the floor just in front of the door.
"Son of a-!"