Calum:
You cackled in the corner of the sofa, legs pulled underneath you and sides already aching from laughing at your boyfriend. He and Ashton were currently bopping around the bus to some pop song, snapping their fingers and shaking their hips as they mocked the singer, lip-syncing all the words with flamboyancy. Calum started to shimmy his chest, belting out the lyrics to the chorus, and you were gone, your head lolling back and you laughed without noise, tears leaking from your eyes. You wrapped an arm around your middle, trying to suck in breaths as Ashton shouted at him to do the 'thing', and Calum didn't hesitate before hitting the floor, rolling his hips down to mock Grind on Me, sending you into more bouts of laughter before whooping and clapping at him, Luke joining in and whistling before cat-calling at him. Calum just rolled on his back, lifting his legs in the air as Ashton came around, placing then on the ground in some odd position, arching up and flailing their arms. Luke was recording all of this, and you were still dying with laughter, wondering if you could even take any more nights like these on the bus with the boys.
Michael:
Naturally, on long nights between cities in the US, Michael's favorite activity was commandeering the television and playing video games until he couldn't feel his thumbs. Everyone else was stuck trying to find something else to do, but you wanted to spend time with him...even if it meant killing things on a twelve-inch screen. "Which button do I press Mikey?" You said frantically, jabbing all the different colors in hopes that something would happen besides you just swinging around in a bazillion different directions. "The one, press the one I showed you!" He shouted back, bullets firing rapidly from his own gun as he bounced in his seat, moving all over the screen with finesse. You squealed as your life level bar drained faster and faster, and then finally something happened on your bottom screen that had people dropping all over the place and you finally staying in one spot instead of spinning like you were in a tornado. You distinctly heard the laughter of the boys, but you were more focused on trying to figure out what each button did on the controller. "I'm dying, why am I dying?" Michael asked, body moving as he punched buttons at the speed of light. "I dunno!" You shouted, busy trying to control the rapid fire, your heart racing. "Shitfuckfuckfuckshitfuckfuck I'm fucking dying shit holy fuck oh my God fucking fuck-" He continued his mantra as you squealed, rocking side to side. "YOU'RE SHOOTING ME STOP SHOOTING ME!" Michael shouted, spurring you on to start freaking out, only stopping when Michael did, both of your screens going black as he dropped the controller in shock. "You killed me. You shot me." He said blankly, turning to stare at you with wide green eyes. You couldn't help but giggle at his expression, screaming as he launched himself at you, pinning you down. "You killed me!" Was what he shouted before he started attacking your sides with quick fingers, reducing you to screams and laughs and tears.
