milkshakes ❍ malum au

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4:30pm.

on the dot.

michael clifford looked from behind the cash register at the door, waiting for a certain, usual customer.

the pink haired boy stood there, as bells chimed, signaling he had entered. he strided in as always, radiating nonchalance and as usual, had a huge grin on his face.

calum hood.

his pitch black leather jacket dangled off his shoulders, contrasting his pristine white undershirt. his black skinny jeans and rips and tears in them and his hair was neatly and perfectly slicked back.

walking past the jukebox, changing the song and nodding his head to the tune as he strode towards michael.

calum sat down on a tall stool and grinned at the pink haired waiter. he didn't have to say anything, because michael knew.

michael had his order memorised.

a slice of strawberry cheesecake and a vanilla milkshake.

like always.

calum had been coming to mikey's small, family diner since freshman year of highschool.

even though they've known eachother for so long, they've never been more than just a customer and a waiter.

michael didn't like that.
he wanted to be more.

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sorry for the short chapter; just wanted to post an intro to the story ✌

thanks