❝ MILES APART ❞

☼ eleven ☼

calum; 2:39 PM
luke; 2:39 AM

calum;

okay, this wasn't really what calum was expecting when luke told him he had to show him something – he wasn't expecting it to be this hot.

calum has seen him wear oversized pink sweaters before (and he looked hot every time), but not like this. not without pants and some black knee socks that, somehow, make his thighs very interesting to look at.

there really wasn't another word to describe how luke looks. he doesn't look cute or pretty, he looks hot. and fuck, calum really shouldn't be thinking this but it's impossible not to – luke looks so good in pink. the color just goes so well with his milky skin and those bloody knee socks he's wearing– fuck. not to mention that his eyes seem to shine brighter, driving calum a little bit crazy.

"do i look okay?" luke asks, a shy smile etched on his lips, a pink color painted on his cheeks that matched the color of his sweater.

he looks so worried and insecure and calum just wants to hug him and tell him he's beautiful. hell, beautiful isn't even enough. but how do you tell that to your best friend without sounding weird?

"you look," calum sighs, almost dreamily. luke just looks.. fuck. he doesn't want to say 'great' or 'amazing' or some stupid shit like that because that isn't how he looks. how hard can this be? he has asked luke for nudes (50% joking 50% not), has seen his dick; why is he so nervous?

"you look very pretty. and hot. very hot, luke." yeah, that works.

luke blushes a bit more, making calum smile and mentally hit his head against a wall repeatedly. he tries not to think too much about how weird is to think your best friend is hot when you're straight. because it is weird, right?

"thank you," luke looks down and fiddles with his fingers for a bit, before looking up at calum once again. "it doesn't look weird, right? like, it doesn't–"

"shut the hell up, no." calum cuts him off. "you look super pretty, okay? real talk here. you should dress like that more often."

calum convinces himself he's just being realistic and honest. he doesn't like luke – or boys, for that matter.

luke bites his bottom lip and nods, the pink never leaving his cheeks. he whispers a quiet thanks and brushes a strand of blonde hair out of his face. he looks like he wants to say something but is deciding wether to say it or not.

"where's michael?" he asks after a while.

"playing cod in the living room," calum chuckles. "that's all he does, i swear. and eat hot cheetos and pizza."

luke's eyes light up at the mention of hot cheetos. "i love hot cheetos!"

"i know you do." calum shakes his head and tries not to look at luke's thighs too much.

"but guess what?" luke asks, bright and cheerful. calum hums as a response.

"i love you more!" luke giggles.

calum's heart sighs. remind him why he left again?

"i love you too, luke."

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all the chapters for this are pointless but ok

there will probably be around 20 chapters in total bc ew!!!

(sorry for any errors)

– sophie :D