Scrapbooking Club// Cashton & Muke// COMPLETED

Scrapbooking Club: Chapter 1- The Hot Dog and the Strawberry

So this is my first chapter to my Cashton fan fic! I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it! Btw, for all those Malum shippers reading this, theres some Malum in here too<3 No need to thank me;)

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"Michael! Get your lazy bum in here and come play Fifa with me!" Calum whined impatiently.

"You're calling me lazy? Did you not just hear yourself?" Michael replied, sighing and walking over to his radio and hit play on his radio, blasting Blink 182 through his room.

It had been a day since Calum and Ashton had met in scrapbooking club. Currently, Calum and Michael were at Michael's house, wasting their Saturday away by listening to meaningless screaming on full blast and playing virtual sports games while they could be doing something productive with their lives, according to Karen Clifford, Michael's mom.

"Whatever, sit down and pick up the controller so I can beat you at Fifa," Calum smirked.

"You mean, attempt to beat me at Fifa?"

"You wish," Calum said, rolling his eyes.

"Your mum," Michael responded, not thinking through what he said.

"What the he-... that doesn't even make sense, Michael, and don't talk about my mum."

"That's what she said," Michael said, smiling at Calum's annoyed expression and finally picked up the controller.

They played Fifa for a while, not talking much as they both were too intent on winning the game. After three hours, they had finished playing, Michael winning nine games out of twelve.

"I beat you so bad, Cal," Michael  boasted, standing up from his chair and stretching his arms, a big smile planted on his face. He went over to his bed and laid down, Calum pouting and laying down next to him.

"That's just because I was distracted," Calum said truthfully.

"Oh really?" Michael asked doubtfully, thinking Calum was just trying to think of an excuse for his loss. Calum nodded and Michael could tell he was being honest.

"What was distracting you then?" Michael questioned, playing with Calum's hair while Calum laid his head on Michael's chest. Most people who had ever encountered Michael and Calum thought they were dating, when they actually were just close friends who can flirt and act 'couply' but never have romantic attraction towards each other. They're playful best friends, and that was how their relationship had always worked.

"I met this guy yesterday, in the scrapbooking club that I told you my mum took me to with her," Calum said, looking at Michael to see if he was listening to him. Michael nodded, telling him to go on and that he had his attention.

"Well, he's a senior and he goes to our school. His name is Ashton, Ashton Irwin. Have you heard of him?" Calum asked Michael.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard his name go around, never heard anything special or exciting going on with him, just that he's a weird kid that sits by a tree and talks to some tall guy, Luke I think? Oh and I've seen Ashton taking pictures of flowers or something." Calum thought about it for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like Ashton.

"Oh, yeah, thats Ashton. Anyways, he really enjoys scrapbooking, like, a lot, and he takes pictures of the things that make him happy. He doesn't take pictures of himself though, Mikey, that's the thing. I looked at every single picture that he had in his scrapbook and he didn't have one that showed his face. He doesn't make himself happy and that kinda gets to me. I want him to find happiness in himself and I told him I would help him but I just don't know how to do that." Michael looked at Calum for a few seconds, thinking it over.