Masterpieces {Book 2}

Nothing but trouble together

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The last thing Luke had been expecting when he and the rest of the boys had gotten back to their house after getting drunk at a club was this.

Ashton was excitedly searching through one of the closets near the kitchenette for what he had assured them would be "the greatest celebration of an album release ever," practically tripping all over himself. Plus, they were all collectively terrible at stacking things, so as soon as Ashton opened the closet door, half of the board games within collapsed at his feet.

A look of honest-to-god desperation filters onto his face, and it makes Luke giggle, high-pitched and squeaky. He tries to hide it behind an arm weakly thrown over his face, but nothing ever passes by Michael, who points it out with a vigorous slap on the shoulder.

Ashton hobbles over to Calum, complaining about one of the sharp edges of a freefalling board landing on his pinky toe, clutching a box to his chest. He whispers in the younger boy's ear, who just shakes his head. Ashton laughs, and Luke is instantly jealous of the private moment he's not a part of. He's always had a small crush on Calum and doesn't like sharing. Even if they're not together, Cal is still his.

"Okay," The curly haired boy claps his hands against the game after a few seconds of pouting at Calum, "can I get a drumroll please?" He dissolves into more giggles while everyone else stares blankly. "Wait, that's my thing! Nevermind."

He uncurls his lanky arms from around the box he's holding and twists it around so the name of the party game is visible.

Twister.

Michael instantly groans. "Like I want to play a game meant to get people laid with you sweaty, tipsy lot."

Ashton opens his eyes comically wide, looks like Mikey just insulted his mother. "I'll have you know this is an internationally acclaimed party game, embraced by millions of individuals in its short history!"

Michael rolls his eyes and throws his arms open before sloppily resting his body weight on Luke. "You agree with me, don't you, Lucas?"

Luke forgets he is supposed to respond when people talk to him, comfortable with being a spectator. "Um, I don't know." He says cautiously.

The redhead currently relying on him to avoid falling over starts to mumble words that sound suspiciously like "no fucking backbone" but doesn't attempt to move away.

During this time, Ashton and Calum have started setting up the mat and the spinner. Ash has taken it upon himself to spread his entire body out onto the floor to flatten the wrinkles at the middle of the mat, mimicking snow angels. Calum sits cross legged nearby, absentmindedly playing with the spinner.

"It works," He informs the group, not sounding particularly impressed.

Ashton seems excited by the news, however, and jumps up, rulesheet in hand. He begins to read off the recommended age of players, length of game play, etc before Michael interrupts.

"We know how to play the game, fuckface."

"Stop swearing, Michael!" Ashton whines, before continuing down the list, then interrupts himself. "Don't be such a curmudgeon."

"A what?"

Calum adds his two cents, nursing a bottle of Grey Goose that he hadn't been holding two minutes ago. "He means stop being a lame ass, Mike."