Yearbook Photo - Cake

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Heyyyy sorry it's been such a long time. A LOT has happened since last time I updated... But I wrote this a couple weeks ago and wasn't sure if I should post it or not. But whatever.

P.s. Happy Valentine's Day!

Short!Calum, Nerd!Calum and Punk(ish)!Luke.

Short!Calum, Nerd!Calum and Punk(ish)!Luke

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So this is basically what Luke and Calum look like

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So this is basically what Luke and Calum look like.
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I sigh. Another day. Another hell.

I groan and roll out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. I groan again, louder this time, picking myself up off the floor and wrapping the blankets tighter around myself. I snuggle into the warmth, walking sheepishly to the stairs. Before I can reach for the wooden railing, my foot gets caught in the sheets as I go to take a step. Next thing I know, I'm falling face-first down the stairs and a high-pitched scream leaves my lips. My mum is at the bottom of the stairs as I skid to a stop.

"Lucas, what are you doing?" She asks, pulling me up by my hand.

"Mhhm," I grumble.

"Speak up."

I yawn and say again, "I fell."

She chuckles and walks into the kitchen. "Ben's taking you to school today."

I groan as he walks by, ruffling my hair. Jack bounds down the stairs, almost running me over, and pushes my shoulder back. I smack his arm, barely, before he laughs and runs into the living room.

I walk into the kitchen and sleepily make myself a bowl of cereal before taking it upstairs to get ready for school.

***

"So. Anyone special?" Ben attempts conversation as he takes a left turn. He glances at me and wiggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes. "No, Ben. Not yesterday, not today, and certainly not tomorrow."

"C'mon, bro. No one? Not even that one guy with the purple hair? Ah, what's his name? Miguel, no... Mitchell? No."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "Michael?"

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