Anonymous || Malum ✓

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Calum groaned, hitting his head against the table multiple times.

"C'mon Cal, it'll be fun," Michael said. Calum shifted his head slowly and saw Michael's bottom lip jutting out. It was almost to the point where Calum would've said yes but it was karaoke. Fucking karaoke.

Calum was screwed.

"You don't even have to go up and sing anything. Just come to hang out with me in the boys. Please babe?" Michael pleaded. Calum swooned and he knew there was nothing now that would stop him from saying no.

"Alex Gaskarth will be there," Michael bargained.

"Fine. I swear to god I will strangle you in your sleep one of these days," Calum grumbled, getting up from the lawn chair that was at his kitchen table and started walking to his bedroom. Michael followed behind.

"Can I not get changed in peace?" Calum asked. He turned around from looking in his closet and saw Michael laying down in the bed. He had his arms behind his head and was looking at Calum. He looked so relaxed on the bed and Calum just wanted to crawl on top of him and kiss his smug little face. But he knew Michael wanted to leave soon and they would get nowhere if that happened.

"I'm not bothering you. I'm just watching a show," Michael said smugly.

"I'm not a porno, you dumbass," Calum said.

The brunette started digging through his closet and tried to find something to wear. He glanced over at Michael quickly and looked over at what he was wearing to see what he should wear. Calum looked at Michael's jean jacket with patches and his black skinny jeans. It was obviously a casual thing so he didn't think that he should wear one of his blazers or a suit jacket. Calum grabbed his green flannel and threw it onto the bed next to Michael.

"I like that color on you," Michael said.

Calum pulled off the All Time Low shirt he had been wearing earlier and placed it in his hamper. He heard Michael wolf whistle and he fought back a blush. Calum tugged the thick, green sleeves onto his body and pulled the fabric against his torso. He slowly started buttoning it up and just let Michael watch him.

"I didn't know that you had a tattoo," Michael said, seeing the two tattoos that were on Calum's chest.

"I have a few. I just normally have them covered," Calum explained.

He turned around and went to his closet, grabbing a random pair of jeans and quickly pushed his sweatpants down to his ankles. He climbed out of the soft fabric and started pulling up his jeans. Michael was in his room but he had no shame.

"You should dye your hair emerald," Calum said, climbing on the bed next to Michael and cuddling in to his side.

"I haven't actually done that before," Michael said, thinking it through.

"Can I help you dye your hair?" Calum asked.

"I normally do it shirtless," Michael commented, a smirk gracing his lips and Calum gulped. He had to be witty about his response or else Michael would definitely make fun of it.

"Then I guess I'll have to be shirtless too."

***

Calum placed the bottle down on the table and watched as the Alex Gaskarth and the Ashton Irwin singing a song together. They were doing a song by All American Rejects and it sounded so good. Of course, they were mainly goofing around since they had a lot of alcohol in their system but it didn't matter. Most of the people were drunk anyways.