Masterpieces {Book 2}

Maybe i'll change your mind

Credit; Emmybazy

GuiES thiS REALLY is THE HOLiDAY SEASON, WE ARE BLESSED WiTH A LONG, BEAUTiFUL, CAKE ONE SHOT.

istg, everytime emmy writes something i fall in love with cake all over again, and i totally did with this one ((:

Summary:

"There's a funny thing about the time between two in the morning and dawn. The darkness brings a false sense of security that anything done in the night will be washed away by sunlight. That, plus the alcohol in Calum's blood, gives him the confidence to pull up the App store and search out Tindr."

Calum's never heard of Tindr when he logs on one night. He's feeling reckless, so he chooses men. No one will ever know. No one can ever know. It's just for fun, it doesn't mean anything, he likes girls. But then Luke's Hemmings face comes up as he's flicking through. Everything changes when someone knows.

Or; Calum hides and Luke helps him find himself.

[okie, I'm gonna leave part of her a/n Bc i feel like it's relevant. idk if I'm bi or what, but cal really struggles in this]

This fic is astronomically important to me for so many reasons. First and foremost, this fic is one of the ways Stella and I became friends. She has made a truly incredible impact in my life and I'm grateful to this fandom for drawing in such amazing people like her. Second, this fic is about sexuality. As a bisexual women who's had to come out as gay, take it back, and come out again, the process of letting people into your own truth is defining. I wanted to capture the struggle of grappling with labels for emotions in this fic. -her

Enjoy :D

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It starts innocently.

Calum's hanging out with his friends one night at the beginning of their last year of high school. They're buzzed, working on getting drunker on a Friday night. Apparently Ashton couldn't find a party for them to go to, and if Ashton can't find something then nothing is going down. So they opted, the few of them, to get together with a couple six packs. They're sitting in Mikey's backyard, soaking up the warmth of the fleeting summer. Mikey dyed his hair black two hours ago and Greg broke up with his girlfriend last week.

"I don't know, wasn't feeling it anymore," Greg, sat leaning up against the porch steps, shrugs. He takes a sip of the cheap beer they bought with the crumpled fives in their wallets.

"That's too bad. I liked Chrissy," Calum says. He had liked Chrissy. But she's off to college now and Greg doesn't want to do long distance.

"Yeah, so did I," Greg stares down at his phone as he speaks, flicking his thumb left then right a few times.

"Hey, what are you doing on your phone?" Mikey nods from where he's lying out on the grass, watching Greg's hand.

"Tindr," Greg holds up the phone for them to see a beautiful girl on the screen, cherry lips pouted and long hair dragging off the screen. He turns the phone back and flicks his thumb to the left.

"On the rebound there Greggy?" Ashton says from the porch steps behind Greg. His voice is already slurred. Ashton starts looking over Greg's shoulder and eventually flops down onto it.

"What's tinder?" Calum asks. He's normally the last to know about these things. He hadn't gotten a Facebook until high school and he's only had Twitter for about a year now. He's one of the most active when it comes to social media, but he misses the new ones because he's too busy instagramming a selfie.