to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y t h r e e

 "So I assume you've already met Luke and Calum," Michael half-sighed, placing his hands on their shoulders.

I nodded. "They're...interesting."

"We're in a band together!" Luke shouted, a stupid grin showing all of his teeth.

"I hate you," Michael said. "But yes. We're in a band, with Ashton of course."

I stared at the three of them. "You're in a band? And you didn't tell me? I love music, Michael!"

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess I should have. Ashton didn't tell you?"

I shook my head. "Now that I think about it, it's kinda weird that neither of you told me."

"Ashton's being a bad boyfriend," Calum said, earning a smack in the head from Michael.

"Cal, that's rude."

"Is that why you write songs, Michael?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah...we're not big yet, but we will be one day." He smiled and then walked over to the counter.

"Make your move, redhead! Come on! He'll be putty in your hands!"

I sighed and stood up. "I'm going to go home now. Night, thing one and thing two."