5SOS Preferences

Sleep Over (Best Friends)

A lot more to come!

Skylar

 

 

Ashton:

“Amusement? Really Ash?” You look at the DVD cover and then back up at Ashton with wide eyes. You and Ash had been best friends since probably forever and you were doing your ritual of Friday night sleep overs. You were in his bedroom and he was resting on his bed while you chilled on your single bow up mattress that was always put up for you when you stayed over. You looked at the collection of movies that were laid out in front of you and frowned down at the one he wanted; Amusement.

“It’s not even supposed to be that scary,” he scoffed and you glared up at him.

“Yes it is,” you replied and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Is Y/N afraid of a little movie?” He asked in a degrading baby talk tone and you threw the DVD up at him. He laughed and protected his face with his hands as you continued to throw them at him. “We’re watching Amusement,” he said finally, starting to open the DVD case but you pounced from the floor to the bed, tackling him over, laying out over his chest trying to make yourself weigh a thousand pounds. “Get off, fatty,” he dramatically groaned and you shook your head, slightly rising yourself and smacking down so that you made him groan again from the pressure on his stomach and you laughed.

“No. Titanic,” you say pulling up Titanic and throwing it at his head.

“No. Amusement,” he replies and you sit up, hopping off his stomach.

“I will seriously peel off your skin and hang it on the walls for you to see,” you threatened and he widened his eyes in mock fear.

“If you can peel off my skin and hang it on the walls without being scared then why can’t you watch Amusement?” He asked and you poked your tongue out at him.

“Titanic,” you said, reaching over to grab the DVD but his hands wrapped around your wrists, preventing you from grabbing it. You looked up at him and glared. “Titanic,” you repeated.

“Amusement,” he replied.

“Titanic.”

“Amusement.”

“Titanic.”

“Amusement.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you more.”

“Gross, boy germs.”

You screamed as Ashton leapt on to you, pretending to wipe all his “germs” on to you.

“I’m going downstairs.” You grumbled when he finally got off, walking out of the room as he laughed.

Calum:

“Gross can you not stay here tonight?” Calum looked up from his laptop and up at you as you dumped your overnight bag on your best friend’s floor. You flipped the finger at him and he dropped his jaw in mock shock. You skipped over to him, ruffling his hair and he glared up at you, fixing it with a few flicks.

“Do you want to know how retarded you look when you do that?” You smirked and he looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. You flipped your head to the side and shook it from side to side quickly, flipping your head around for extra dramatic effect.

“That does look pretty weird…but maybe that’s just because it’s you,” he poked his tongue out at you as you scoffed and grabbed one of his pillows, whacking him in the head with it. “Y/N!” He laughed, grabbing another pillow and hitting you with it as well. You quirked up one eyebrow, smirking.