maybe a couple years from now | muke au

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original idea by thelifeofpablo
cover by thelifeofpablo
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This story will involve mature themes, so if ur a little pussy who can't handle it then shoo!

michael observed the weird little watch in his hand slowly, twirling it round between his fingers and sighing. "are you still bothering yourself with that watch?" calum sighs at the blonde boy and michael sighs, looking up at calum. "i just don't get it, why would she leave behind a fricking watch? why not, like, seventy five million pounds?!"

michael exclaims as he fixes his thick fringe and calum shrugs. "maybe it's got some rare stone in it, try and pawn it." calum suggests and michael shakes his head, rotating it between his fingertips. "it's my grandma's, i can just go sell it." michael sighs and sets the time forward. "whatever, i'll deal with it later."

michael sighs before dropping his watch, turning to calum. "oh my god, luke hemmings just posted an ugly ass pic on myspace." michael gasps in horror and calum quickly goes online and bursts out laughing at the picture. "you hate luke way too much." he hums and michael rolls his eyes as he sends a link of it to his friends.

"i don't think there's a limit to the hatred i can have towards luke fucking hemmings." michael remarks in wonder as his flip phone excitedly buzzes with texts. calum's phone buzzes a little and he looks down and groans in annoyance. "my mum says i gotta come home this instant, do you think she found out about the pot?"

calum asks as he sits up, shrugging on his hoodie as michael shakes his head, replying to texts. "there's no way man, that secret's safe between us." michael tells him and calum nods, leaning over and fixing his fringe in the mirror. "i'm gonna go, don't stare at that watch all night, it's kinda weird."

calum tells him and michael sighs, looking over at the watch on the thin, gold chain. "bye asshole." calum yells as he walks out and michael flips him off, leaning back and grabbing the watch from his bedside table. he wanted to test if it moves or not, so he forcefully moved the clock of it but nothing happened.

the only thing he could do with it was move it's arms. so he did, spiralling them round a few hundred, even thousand times in boredom. finally, on the 5,600 spin, he yawned and put it down before resting his head against his pillow and closing his eyes sleepily.