Oh, Baby Baby ☾cake au

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luke: i actually hate school with a burning passion

michael: sucks for you. my grades are honestly the best they've ever been atm

luke: THAT'S SO GREAT!! YOU ALMOST FAILED LAST YEAR

luke: i'm really happy for you seriously

michael: anyway what annoyingly cute thing has calum done today? 

luke: nothing

luke: absolutely nothing

luke: it's like he's deliberately ignoring me or something

michael: maybe he's like in a bad mood or something are you guys working on the project later?

luke: yeah

michael: then just talk to him tonight but relax. stress causes wrinkles

luke: fuck off

michael: ;)

•••

calum sits on luke's bed typing stuff on luke's computer. he arrived a little over ten minutes ago and the only thing he's said since he walked through the front door is "hey" and "can i borrow your laptop?" which is more than what calum has said to luke all day.

luke feels like ripping his hair out as he watches calum actually get work done, typing away on the keyboard. each key that's pressed is starting to sound like nails on a chalkboard and luke can't take calum not trying to get him flustered like he always is.

"cal, i got a new skirt. you wanna see it?"

"maybe another time," calum replies without even looking up, making luke huff.

the blonde climbs off of the bed and goes to his closet, pulling his new skirt out. he stands right in front of the bed and boldly drops the skirt he is already wearing, leaving his bottom half in only his tiny, thin, underwear, before slipping the new skirt on. all the while, calum doesn't even glance up once.

luke lays back on the bed but this time, he lays on his stomach with his head at the foot of the bed, a position he knows puts his ass on perfect display in his short skirt to calum who's leaning against the headboard.

luke innocently flips through pages of a textbook before he feels the bed sink a little lower, indicating that some weight was taken off. he turns his head to see calum stuffing his notebook in his bag and he sits up with his legs crisscrossed. "you're leaving already?"

calum still doesn't look at luke. "yeah, it's getting kinda late. see you tomorrow." and with that, the dark haired boy leaves luke's bedroom.

as if on cue, luke's phone dings and he snatches it quickly from his pillow and angrily unlocks it.

michael: how's it going? anything happen?

luke: he just left and no. nothing happened

luke: he didn't touch me or speak to me he barely even looked at me

luke: i'm so mad and frustrated i'm gonna fucking punch him

michael: okay woah cool it, tiny ball of rage. he's playing with you. he wants you to act this way

luke: michael god dammit i would know if i was being fucked with

michael: it took you three months to notice i got my eyebrow pierced

luke: fuck you it's hard to notice things on facetime

luke: i'm upset i'll text you tomorrow