Masterpieces {Book 2}

Gold (Part 2 & 3)

Part two and three sort of go together so i am gonna put them together, aYe.

i tried posting this a while ago but wattpad's being a lil hoe?? What's new??

Enjoy :))

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Soft yellow light illuminates blondies face every 50 meters or so. Calum is sitting on the backseat of what is apparently Michael's car, and old beat-up fiat, trying not to stare too obviously at the boy next to him.

Luke.

He told Calum his name is Luke. And he doesn't even need the music and the club lights and the damn golden shorts to look mesmerizing.

Ashton and Michael are talking about something they did earlier this week, which helps Calum remember what a terrible friend he actually is since he hasn't even bothered to ask Ash about his personal life in the past months. He knew Ashton liked Michael but he had no idea they were actually starting something. He thought it was just blind desire, but as he watches Ashton absentmindedly play with a thick silver ring on Michael's pinky he figures the urge to sleep with Michael might be build-up tension from a way longer period of time than Calum initially assumed. And it might be way more than "fucking" too.

Luke though. He's just sitting there, his head against the window, his eyes half-closed. The boy has barely said two words, and it's not like Calum is dying to start awkward conversation, so they've been extremely quiet. He's probably really tired as well.

Calum sighs softly. He needs this to stop. It is in no way smart for him to start obsessing over a guy right after the break-up he's had with his asshole of an ex-boyfriend two months ago. It left him a freaking train-wreck, and he most certainly doesn't need that heartache in his life anymore.

But the way Luke's nose scrunches up when he yawns almost makes him want to risk it all again.

What? No. Stop it. Your life is not a fucking John Green novel.

'This is it, right?' Michael breaks the silence as he pulls over in front of Calum and Ashton's apartment building.

'But this is our apartment?' Calum comments right when Luke says 'Michael this isn't our apartment.' The boys briefly make eye-contact before looking back at their friends in the front seats.

'Luke knows how to drive.' Michael states, pulling his keys out of the contact and throwing them over his shoulder between Calum and Luke onto the backseat.

'Dude!' Calum says, giving Ashton's chair a kick. The boy turns around and throws him an apologetic look before getting out of the car and getting Michael's duffel bag out of the trunk.

Calum want's to say something, maybe punch and yell at his friends before realising he's been a burden for the past two months, and that if Ashton wants to finally have some fun of his own he should have the right. His friend build up enough good karma to screw Calum like this. Besides, it's four in the morning and Calum really doesn't feel like arguing over where Ash and Michael should go to have sex. And Luke looks like he wants to go to sleep as much as Calum does, maybe Calum can crash on his couch.

'Jesus fuck.' Luke curses under his breath before getting out of the car. Calum doesn't really know what to do so he gets out as well. Him and Luke look at each other over the roof of the car and he smiles a little while rolling his eyes.

'I swear he pulls shit like this on me every other week.' Blondie says. 'Get in, you can sleep at ours. I mean, I'm assuming you won't enjoy hearing Michael make the moST DISGUSTING SEX NOISES ON THE PLANET!'