❝ ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ❞

✧ everyone deserves a kiss.

guys think i may actually be deteriorating (i hope)

also this is legit crap so im sorry D:

BUT MY BDAY IS IN 3 DAYS SO YAY !!!

enjoy :-)

(this is a request but it's too long that's why i didn't write it up there ^^ like i usually do bc im lazy)

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Calum never liked parties, in fact, he hated them. He hated parties and everything about them; the people, the alcohol, the crappy music, everything. So when Michael bursts through his bedroom door, throws the covers off him and tells him they're going to a Christmas party, he wants to kick him in the balls. He doesn't even celebrate Christmas!

See, he was so comfortable laying in bed; wearing nothing but boxers and a loose t-shirt and watching Polar Express on Netflix while drinking hot chocolate. But of course, Michael had to come and ruin his fun. Asshole. Plus, it wasn't like he was the most social person ever, he was actually very awkward. Cringing-worthy awkward, full of stuttering and sweaty hands – really embarrassing.

So now, wearing a black fluffy sweater along with his favorite black skinny jeans and his Docs, he's walking down the main entrance of Brad Connors house. He tries not to gag at the disgusting smell of alcohol and at the sight of several teenagers puking all over the place. One of the many reasons why he hates parties.

Michael drags him to the dance floor (the living room) where he's met with another sea of sweaty bodies and red cups everywhere. He sighs, he'd much rather be alone in his room than instead of with a lot of people who don't even care about him or his existence in general.

Michael groans beside him, and Calum turns to look at him. "What?"

The blue-haired boy rolls his eyes. "Could you atleast pretend you're enjoying this?"

Calum huffs, his thick brows furrowing as he gets out of Michael's grip. "But Michael, I am not enjoying this! Fuck you."

Michael opens his mouth to say something but then closes it immediately as his eyes take notice of something behind Calum's head. "Oh my god! There's Ashton! Calum, c'mon!"

He whines as Michael wraps his hand around his wrist and drags him to the back corner of the room, where a boy with curly hair is grinning back at them – or at Michael. Beside him, a blond-haired boy hides behind his long eyelashes. His head hangs low but Calum can still catch a glimpse of his face; high cheekbones, perfect defined noise, thin lips and shiny blue eyes.

He watches as Ashton nudges the boy, making him hum and look up. And shit. He's even prettier when Calum can look at him properly. And it's embarrassing how much he's staring, but the blonde boy has him like a deer caught up in the headlights – unable to look away.

He nods towards the blonde boy. "This is Luke."

Luke gives them a wave and a small smile, before returning his attention back to the red cup on his hand, as if it was the most interesting thing in the whole room. He's cute. No, not cute – it doesn't fit him well. He is handsome? No. He settles with beautiful and very blonde.