insecurities » malum

twenty three

"have you seen the very low quality picture of larry kissing that i sent you?" luke asked as they walked towards their locker.

"i have! larry is real as fuck but you can't trust these low quality pics because larries can literally edit anything from everything." michael pouted and luke was about to respond when he crashed into a bigger frame.

"fuck, 'm sorry." a familiar voice apologized, but nervously fiddled with the string of his hoodie when ashton realized it was luke.

"it's fine." luke grumbled, rolling his eyes and walked away but was tugged back by ashton.

"hey um, can i talk to you?" ashton asked luke. luke nodded and michael took that as sign to leave the two, making his way to his locker.

michael stood on his tippy toes, looking for calum but huffed when spotting calum with a girl. she was very beautiful, in michael's opinion. her pearly white teeth really did compliment her dark skin and she owned perfect plump lips that michael was most definitely jealous of.

((a/n; im sick of white ppl being in every fanfic im sorry dont be offended.))

calum kept talking to the girl before turning his head and caught michael staring. michael blushed in embarrassment when being caught, bowing his head so he avoided eye contact with calum.

calum politely excused himself from the girl and made his way over to his kitten, quietly wrapping his arms around michael's small waist, making him yelp in surprise. calum chuckled, pressing a soft kiss onto michael's cheek before michael spun around to meet the maori.

"hey mikey." calum whispered, grabbing both of michael's small hands into his large ones compared to michael.

"hey calico." michael giggled, lifting one of calum's arm, just high enough for him to twirl around underneath but blushed when he realized he did that on public.

"aw, that was so cute, babe." calum beamed, raising michael's hand to his lips and kissed the back of michael's hand, "i missed you so so so much."

"i missed you more." michael sighed, wrapping his arms around calum's waist and buried his face into calum's chest, breathing in his scent that michael missed so damn much.

"are you busy after school?" michael asked. he wanted to invite calum to come over because michael just missed him so much. it made michael upset that they rarely spend time together anymore.

"'m sorry mikey, i have football practice." calum apologized, his finger rubbing the back of michael's hand. michael frowned but nodded anyways.

;

"i'm so fucking tired." luke complained, rubbing his eyes, "mrs mae literally gave the whole class a lecture about not wasting time for the whole fucking period."

michael bit back a giggle and rubbed luke's back sympathetically, standing on his tippy toes to press a kiss on luke's forehead, "there, there. we can go get coffee after school."

"but i want coffee now." luke whined, stomping his feet like a six year old.

michael rolled his eyes, slapping luke's arm jokingly to which luke pouted and rubbed his arm as if it hurt.

"you're so whiny i-- luke, watch out!"

"what?" luke knitted his eyebrows before looking to his right and saw a soccer ball flying towards him but he was quickly pushed to the ground by ashton before the ball could even touch him, hitting michael's stomach harshly instead.