5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Book two]

College

Ashton: You were laid all sprawled across your boyfriends crisp white bedsheets in his dorm room, messing around on your phone. He was sat at his desk in the corner, papers littering the floor around the two of you. "Fuck" he groaned out, pulling at his ash blonde locks in frustration before crumbling up yet another piece of paper and throwing it on the floor, with the others. This ordeal had been going on for about twenty minutes now, and you had finally decided to try and interfere.

You got up and went to stand behind him, your small hands rubbing at his tense shoulders, "You've been at it for twenty minutes now love, why don't we go for lunch?" you suggested, resting your chin on the top of his head, just like he so often did to you. "I can't Y/N, these have to be in on Wednesday" "It's only Monday love, plus you need a break or you're going to crack" You stated, knowing full well by now when he was about to have a break down. he got up, starting to pace around the room and let out jumbled up sentences about how he was never going to pass university and end up living in a cardboard box next to the freeway. "Babe look at me" "- But Y/N you're dad's not gonna like me if I live in a cardboard box and I-" "Ash-" "But there's also no cable in a box how am I going to watch the game-" "Ashton Fletcher Irwin, you look at me right this second" You exclaimed, causing him to finally stop his rambling and look at you, your small frame looking up at his much larger and taller one. "You will not be living in a cardboard box" you stated, taking his hands in yours and looking up into his mesmerising hazel eyes, "and you're going to pass, you're at the top of the class how could you not?"

"I guess you're right" Ashton said, letting your words sink in. "Who knew majoring art could be so stressful?" you questioned as Ash wrapped his arm around you, "Well, it's a good thing I have you then" he said, kissing your forehead. "Let's head to lunch, I'm starving"

Calum: You sat at the kitchen island, enjoying a bowl of cereal and scrolling through your instagram feed. You heard light footsteps coming down the staircase, mentally getting ready for what had became a regular part of your Saturday morning routine. Some brunette girl you had never seen before walked into the kitchen, weary only a pair of denim shorts and a Calvin Klein bra. "What are you doing?" you questioned her, not having a single clue in who she might be, not that you usually did. "I uhm- I was with Calum, I-" she stuttered, not sure who you were either.

"Calum!" you exclaimed, "You cheated on me again!?" you cried up the stairs, the brunette girl throwing on a shirt that was laying on the floor and leaving out the door without another word and eyes as wide as saucers. The door slammed shut and Cal came down stairs, only in pair of his boxers. The two of you high fiving as you handed him his cup of coffee. "Nice one" he said, laughing with you. This was something that you and Calum had established quite early in living together. It was practically written in the rulebook of best friends and roommates that you two had to help each other get rid of one night stands. He sat down next to you, now with a bowl of cereal too. "How was the party?" he questioned, "I don't remember much" you laughed, "me neither" he joined in.

"Oh shit, I have afternoon classes today" you said, totally forgetting. You almost threw your bowl in the sink as you rushed to get back up to your room and get ready. You ran back to the kitchen not even a minute later, "That means you have class as well" you said, rushing back to your room. "Shit" he exclaimed as well, rushing to his room. The both of you making it to the front door in record time, "Lunch at three?" he asked, "Lunch at three" you confirmed, rushing out the door, "And that beanie doesn't go with your jacket" you yelled over your shoulder at your best friend, "Love you too" he simply replied.

Michael: You had no idea what you were doing here. But here you were, the goody-goody of the campus, standing in front of a frat house. Not just any frat house, Michael Clifford's frat house, the one that was currently lit up by many different coloured lights and that had music blaring from the insides. You stood there, right in the middle of the path way as students passed by you on the completely trashed walkway and grass lawn. You pulled your cardigan tighter around you and walked right into the house that was reeking of alcohol.

You still had no clue why you were here as you were walking around the place aimlessly, not knowing a single soul. It didn't help at all that you were completely out of place in your pair of blue jeans and cream cardigan, arms crossed across your chest you stood at the side against the wall. That's when you saw him, Michael Clifford himself, eyeing you up and down as he was stood against the opposite wall, a beer in one hand as some bottle blonde chatted him up. He walked over to you, giving you his signature smirk as he stared down at you, you looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"Wanna head outside?" he asked you, alarm bells going off in your mind. "Sure" you agreed, choosing to ignore those sirens. He lead you past the crown and into the much quieter back yard. "You're Y/N right?" he asked, catching you off guard, "Yeah..." you replied, unsure of what to actually answer him. "And you're Michael?" you asked, more than stated. "That would be me" he said, smiling at you. "So what brings you here of all places?" he asked, knowing about your reputation as the campus good girl.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" he joked, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled with you. "Contrary to popular belief I actually do have a life" you said, chuckling as well. "Well then, would you like to go for coffee or something?". The next morning almost half the campus was buzzing about how bad boy Michael Clifford left his own party early, and not to sleep with some girl, but rather go out for coffee with the goody goody Y/N Y/L/N.

Luke: You were sat in the local Starbucks, Luke coming back over to you with your third round of coffee. It was finals week and majoring in medicine made it seven times harder, but that's why you had Luke. You had set the times to five minutes, waiting for him to come back as you went through some flashcards once again.

"And go" you said, starting the timer as you took a sip of your coffee, "Haematoma?" "A solid swelling of clotted blood within the tissues" "Correct, what does CPR stand for?" "Cardiopulmonary resuscitation" "Yes, name three uses of epinephrine" "Improves breathing, stimulates the heart and it raises a dropping blood pressure" You answered, just as the timer went off.

"My brain feels fried" you groaned, laying your head down on the table in exhaustion, Luke had been quizzing you for nearly two and a half hours now. "It was nearly nine now and your final examination was at eleven tomorrow, which meant that you had to head to bed soon. "You know this babe, why don't we go and have dinner so you can head to bed" "Just another half an hour?" you questioned, trying the puppy dog eyes.

"Nope, you're a natural at this, plus you can practically recite any medical text book there is by now" "I guess you're right" you groaned, starting to gather your notes and books as Luke stacked your flashcards back in order, just how you liked them, colour coded. The two of you were all packed up in now time, having this routine under the knee by now, as it has been nearly three years the the two of you had helped each other through the stress of med school.