Calum:
"Babe, I'm gonna take this call," Calum says to you, quickly answering it and disappearing. "Okay, love." You nod slightly, sighing as he's been on his phone way too often. "Okay love," you heard Luke mimic. You quickly sat up, eyeing Luke, who just laughed. You always knew that Luke wasn't fond of you, mainly because of a fight back when both of you were in school. Since then, he's never really been nice to you, and you to him. "Why do you always have to make fun of me?" You shouted, catching the boys' attention. Michael cleared his throat and awkwardly left the room with Ashton. "Why do you always have to be annoying?" Luke spat back. "I didn't even do anything right now, asshole," you yelled, not sting about Calum being on the phone. "Oh really? I'm the asshole?" Luke sarcastically laughed. "Ever since you and Calum started dating he doesn't even hang out with m—" Luke began. "Oh so that's what this about," you threw your head back, laughing at the obviousness. "That's only half of it you bitch—" Luke spoke with an angry tone. "HEY," Calum quickly entered. "What the hell is going on?" You hold your hands in fists, and Luke's jaw was clenched. "Listen, you're my girlfriend, and you're my best mate, please try to get along. You both mean so much to me," Calum pleaded. You both eventually gave in to his puppy/pouty face, and agreed to attempt to tolerate each other.
Michael:
Ashton just couldn't shut up. You had already announced that you had a headache, and he kept going on and on about irrelevant things. If it was up to you, you would have already been home cuddled up eating chocolates at home. It wasn't just your headache, you were defiantly PMSing. Waiting for Michael, you closed your eyes, and tried to relax. "I'M SO BORED GUYS," Ash yells. "For gods sake Ashton, shut the fuck up," you blurted out. "Why are you such a bitter person, (Y/N)?" He spat back. "You're just being so fucking annoying and my head—" you began, but Michael walked in and cleared his throat. "What's going on?" He says, no longer holding a smile on his pale face. "Ugh my head is killing me, and I have cramps, and I'm on my period. Can we please just leave?" You plea. "Not until the both of you apologize," he crossed his arms around his chest. "I'm sorry (Y/N), I should've been more considerate about your fragile state," he spoke, trying to be serious, but ended up giggling. You knew that was how he was, all giggly, so you blew it off. "Me too."
