Cashton Oneshots

Movie Night

Word Count: 406 (I think)

Warnings: tfios spoilers

I sigh in relief as the credits for Mean Girls appear, while Luke whines.

"Can we watch it again?" he asks, pouting his lips at his boyfriend, Michael. I could tell he was about to agree (so whipped) when a voice cut him off.

"No, it's Ashton's turn to pick," Calum says, "there is no way we're watching Mean Girls again." I smile down at my lap softly at that, knowing he always had my back.

Mikey looks like he's ready to argue, but just shakes his head. "Sorry babe."

Luke pouts again, but nods, and pecks Michael's lips quickly. "Go ahead Ashton."

My grin widens, and I hurriedly rush to the cabinet where we kept all our movies, already knowing what I wanted to watch. The Fault in Our Stars.

A few days ago, me and Cal were watching an animal abuse commercial (there have been a lot of those lately). While I was a sobbing mess at all the poor kittens and puppies, Calum didn't seem affected at all. It shocked me. Who wouldn't cry at something so sad. He said it's because he's just not an emotional person, but I want to prove him wrong. So, I got the idea that tonight, we'd watch this movie. I would get the younger boy in tears.

My eyes quickly scanned through the collection of movies, before landing triumphantly on tonight's poison. I pulled it out, showing it to the guys quickly, before sliding it into the DVD player.

"Ash, please tell me we aren't watching some chick-flick."

I smirked in reply. He has no idea.

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The plan completely backfired.

We made it to the part where Gus told Hazel-Grace he had cancer, before I started sobbing. Everyone was crying really, except for Cal.

I still had some hope that his death would get him in, but no, he didn't even look upset.

"How can you be so heartless?" I asked hoarsely, my voice sore from crying.

Calum furrowed his eyebrows at me, before a look of realization crossed his face.

"This is about that commercial, isn't it?"

I look down ashamed, nodding.

"Oh Ash," he said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his chest.

"I mean, what if I die or something. Would you even care?"

"Of course I would. It would kill me if I lost you. I told you, I'm not a very emotional person. Only for you."

I feel tears running down my cheeks, and groan. "Fuck you Hood."

"Gladly."

Super short one. Just a quick filler. And super cliche, sorry.

The next one is gonna be longer, super excited for it.

Emily