roommates ♢ muke ✔️

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"are you alright?" calum asks, sounding slightly annoyed.

i don't answer until ashton shoves my shoulder lightly and glares at me.

"uh, yeah. i'm great." i lie, looking around the campus for a certain purple haired boy.

"you're lying," calum announces. "i'm a philosophy major, i can read you like an open book."

i shrug my shoulders and rest my back on the large tree trunk. i rest my legs on the scratchy grass that looks more yellow than green and smile softly to myself.

i can't get the image of the angelic lilac haired boy on his knees, just for me. his big emerald green eyes staring at me with lust, his pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick, his soft grunts and moans. everything.

"stop being such a dick," ashton rolls his eyes when i start tuning them both out again.

when i hear ashton say 'dick', i can't help but blush.

ashton rolls his eyes again, and diverts his gaze to calum. calum appears to have forgotten about my presence and starts chatting about the coffee he had this morning.

even though everything calum is saying is dreadfully
boring, ashton still hangs onto his every word with wide eyes.

as quiet as possible, i lean into ashton's ear and whisper something that calum wouldn't be able to hear. "you're obsessed."

his reaction is immediate. ashton breaks eye contact with calum and stares at me with a slightly wild expression.

"shut up!" he hisses quietly so calum wouldn't notice.

"you like him, don't you?" i continue teasing him.

ashton tackles me to the ground and straddles me down. "shut up! shut up! shut up!"

if calum wasn't paying attention earlier, he's definitely watching now.

"get off, you fat oaf!" i scream, slapping his muscled arms

"i'm not a fucking fat oaf!" ashton retorts, sounding offended and amused at the same time.

"well drop a few pounds and you'll just be a regular oaf," i glare at him.

ashton opens his mouth to reply with an insult or threat but luckily calum speaks up.

"michael! hey," he squeaks in an unusually high voice. calum fixes his messy dark brown hair and smiles.

i struggle to look up under ashton's weight but i manage to tilt my head slightly. i notice michael towering over us, casting a shadow over ashton and i. his expression is neutral but the tiniest bit of anger peeks through his facade.

"looks like you're having fun under there," michael states coldly. i know he's talking to me but his eyes are resting harshly on ashton.

"not really, no." i answer truthfully, kicking ashton off.

michael sits down. his porcelain skin is coated with a red liquid. i bite my tongue, thinking that he's bleeding but i calm down when i realize that the liquid is way too vibrant and thick to be blood. it must be paint.

i notice how michael squeezes himself between ashton and i, using his body as a barrier.

from the annoyed grimaces and occasional death glare being thrown at ashton, i can tell that michael is jealous. i know i shouldn't be feeling this way, but i feel elated and i want to figure out how far i could push him before he snaps.

after all, jealous michael is pretty fucking adorable.

"wow ashton, your biceps are looking good. have you been working out lately?" i lie, looking at michael from the corner of my eye.

michael looks downright furious.

"i mean, yeah. i guess." ashton replies unenthusiastically.

"can i have a feel?" i smirk.

ashton flexes his arm and i reach out to touch his muscular arms. before my hand can make it, michael slaps my hand back down.

"no, you can't have a fucking feel. if you want to touch muscles, you can go ahead and touch me all you want." michael clenches his jaw, his green eyes looking extremely annoyed.

"what if i want to touch ashton's muscles instead?" i ask innocently, fully aware that i'm treading dangerous waters.

"why on earth would you want to touch his muscles instead? i bet he only got them from masturbating too much, he's the most unfit guy there is!" michael shouts, glaring at ashton so harshly, ashton himself shudders.

"well that's kinda mean," ashton murmurs.

"i don't know what kind of games you're playing at irwin! just because i stole your dream guy once, doesn't mean you get to steal mine!" michael yells at the top of his lungs.

he's standing now, he looks more intimidating.

michael continues ranting as loud as humanly possible but i tune it all out when i recall his most recent statement.

'just because i stole your dream guy once, doesn't mean you get to steal mine'

it's clear that ashton's dream boy is calum and it's common knowledge that michael dated calum solely to hurt ashton. that part i understand. what's got my mind all muddled, is the second part of his speech.

'doesn't mean you get to steal mine'

steal mine? meaning michael's dream guy? meaning me?

i'm michael's dream guy?

it seems like it finally dawned upon calum as well and the information doesn't seem to settle all that well with him. his honey coloured face contorts with fury, he looks like he might deck me.

michael falls silent; maybe noticing the look of hurt on calum's face.

calum doesn't say another word and runs away at full speed. a small glimpse of his now-red face shows me that the tanned boy is crying. ashton shoots an angry look at michael before running after calum.

i stare at michael and he stares back. before i can utter a word, he calmly walks away too.

leaving me all alone.