5sos interracial preferences ❋ imagines

On Tour With 5SOS

You climbed onto your top bunk and slid under the blankets. It was another long day on the road.

It was about 7am and you had just gotten back from using the bathroom. You were extremely tired, and cold, maybe because you were sleeping in only your underwear and a long shirt. You tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable enough spot on your plushy bed. The bus was shaking slightly this morning, which made you unable to sleep.

You pulled your curtain and looked at the rest of the guys, who were sleeping soundly on their bunks. You hated that they were so used to this tour life and you weren't.

You suddenly had an idea.

You got up and ran over to the drawer in the bathroom, where you kept random things. You kept a lot of "party items" in there for those dry times on the bus. It was a lot of stupid stuff in there though. You had confetti, balloons, and even party horns. You guys hardly even used these things, but for some reason, they've been in this drawer from since you could remember.

You grabbed a balloon before heading out to the refrigerator. You grabbed a can of whip cream, but you realized it was empty.

Michael-fucking-Clifford...

You grabbed a spare can that you guys luckily had and walked back to the "sleeping hall", as you referred to it. You carefully climbed onto Luke's bunk, finding him soundly asleep. His hand lied cupped open as he slept unfashionably. You carefully and quietly sprayed whip cream in his hands, and just for the fun of it, you drew a little mustache on his face with the nozzle. You hopped down, now climbing onto Michael's bunk. He was sleeping like a cute puppy, but you giggled to yourself once you realized what you were going to do. You put whip cream all over his face, and his hands, and tried your hardest to keep from laughing.
Calum had been sleeping soundly too, but you had no mercy; not even for Ashton. By the time you were finished, you hopped down from Ashton's bunk, quietly, and you began to blow the balloon up.

They're gonna hate me forever after this...
You thought, as you kept blowing air into the balloon. It grew dramatically in size, and before you knew it, it was bigger than your entire head. You held the lips of it closed as you tied it, and you went over and grabbed toothpicks from the top of the refrigerator, and ran back to your position. You held the large balloon stiffly between your arm, and then, as you firmly grasped onto it, you stabbed the toothpick into the balloon, jumping as it popped.

They all shot up, there eyes wide as they gasped. The whip cream on their face made the moment even more priceless. You erupted in laughter at the sight of them.

"Y/N..." Luke groaned, rubbing his hand over his eyes, which put more whip cream on his face.

Ashton still remained shocked, but he actually began giggling along with you. "You're going to pay for that," he smirked.

And with those very words, all four of them hopped down from their bunks and tackled you. As Michael held you tightly, Luke put whip cream all over your face as Calum and Ashton laughed. You kicked and screamed, pushing them off.

By the time they were finished, you had whip cream all over you. You groaned as you wiped it off in the bathroom sink. All of you had washed up now, and you were sitting around talking.

"You guys are so annoying," you mumbled, giggling afterwards.

"Hey! You started it!" Ashton laughed.

"And are you wearing any pants under there?" Michael smirked, looking at your brown legs as if they were the most sexiest legs he had ever laid eyes on.

"The world may never know," you smiled cheekily.

Luke yawned, rolling around over you, trying to get your attention. You looked down at him and chuckled. He was clearly getting jealous of the way you had been talking to Michael.

"I'm heading back to sleep," Calum said, looking at you. "care to join me, Y/N?"

"Don't push it. There's still some whipped cream left," you threatened.

"I like the sound of that," he winked.

You rolled your eyes as you made a duck noise with your moth. You weren't quite sure what you would do without these four idiots on tour with you.

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this was short and crappy... but I will say this will be like a mini series in this book, if ya know what I'm sayin'. Which means they'll be multiple parts ig lmao.

Anyway, I'm gonna go back to being a depressed, lonely rat now. Buh bye.

~zonnieboobookinz (there ya go skepticalnarry )