Scrapbooking Club// Cashton & Muke// COMPLETED

Scrapbooking Club: Chapter 2- You Wanna Hear a Pick-Up Line?

*Edited*

"Michael!" Calum yelled through the phone. He was sitting in his bed, wrapped in his baby blue covers and holding his stuffed animal.

Calum sat up as he heard the phone stop ringing and heard Michael say hello.

"Michael! Help me! I really need some advi-"

"Haha, got ya. This is a voicemail you idiot. Don't call back! Peace," Michaels voicemail said. Calum groaned and rolled his eyes, hating those types of voicemails.

He waited until the machine said the "beep" and began his 11th voice mail to Michael.

"You're being a jackass, you know that? Answer my calls soon, I really need some advice on talking to Ashton and possibly even flirting?" Calum awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah but really help me. Call me back when you have ti-," and that's when the voicemail cut Calum off.

Calum sighed and got out of bed, pacing around his room and turning on a random station on his beat-up radio he got for his thirteenth birthday.

His room had light grey walls with blue accent pieces, like a blue comforter on his bed and blue curtains covering his windows 24/7 because he didn't want random strangers looking in on him changing.

Calum also had a lot of band posters, like Blink 182 and Green Day and All Time Low, and he had nerdier ones like Batman and Robin. There was a nightstand with random books on it next to his bed and he had a desk that had never been used.

The room was an average size, nothing too big, and his house was the same way. It was a normal brick, two-story house with a garden in the backyard and flower pots lining the front window cills.

Calum played some video games, glancing at the clock on his nightstand every once in a while. As he saw that it was 4:30, Calum sighed and paused his game. Michael still hadn't called him back, and he had no idea what to say to Ashton when he would see him in thirty minutes.

When the hand on his wall clock moved to 4:45, he knew he would just have to wing it. He made sure that he at least looked decent, ruffling his hair and pulling down his long sleeve Nirvana shirt so it would go over his bum. His mom called him downstairs, telling him it was time to go, so they got in the car and headed towards the church gym.

Joy and Calum arrived to the club meeting just as the clock hit 5:00, and when they walked in, it took everything Calum had in him to not run away when he saw Ashton. Calum had absolutely no clue what to say to him or how to act around him, and the thought of embarrassing himself in front of Ashton, a senior, the guy he might have a tiny crush on, seemed like the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

Calum tugged at his sleeves, a habit he tends to do when he's nervous. He timidly walked over to Ashton and smiled shyly when he got to the table where Ashton typically sat.

"H-hi," Calum stuttered, earning a chuckle from Ashton.

"Do I scare you? I'm wearing a 'My Little Pony' t-shirt, so I don't know what would intimidate you," Ashton laughed, pulling out the seat next to him.

"Can you sit here? I wanna show you something," Ashton asked Calum. Of course, Calum automatically agreed, grinning and taking a seat.

"What do you want to show me?" Calum asked.

"Well, I need your opinion. What color of ink should I write with that would go better with this picture?" he asked Calum, showing him a picture of Luke smiling with a bright blue sky and trees in the background.

Calum thought for a second and then answered, "black. It contrasts, I think." Ashton nodded and grabbed the black pen that was laying on the table.

"So your favorite color is black?," Ashton questioned, not looking at Calum while he waited for his answer and wrote some words on the polaroid of Luke with black ink.

"No actually, its um, baby blue," Calum said. Ashton nodded and looked at him, as if he was interested in why baby blue was Calum's favorite color. Just as Calum was about to explain why, his phone made a 'ding', causing him to jump slightly.

Calum blushed sheepishly as Ashton looked at him with an amused expression on his face. Calum mumbled a quiet 'sorry' before looking down to see who had texted him. He realized it was Michael, who had finally texted him back, at, of course, the most inconvenient time. Michael had just sent him a winking emoji and pizza emoji. Calum had no understanding what that meant, but knowing Michael, knew it probably meant something disgusting.

Calum responded with a question mark, only to have Michael respond with more emojis. He laughed a little and rolled his eyes, looking back at Ashton to realize Ashton had been staring at him the whole time.

"What is it?" Calum asked Ashton. Ashton realized he was caught staring and quickly looked back at his pictures, grabbing a glue stick in an attempt to look busy.

"Oh, um, nothing. Are you and that person you were texting, um, are you dating?" Ashton asked, with a curious but pitiful expression written across his face.

"Me and Michael?! Oh god! No way! There's not a single day, a single minute that I have ever, ever liked Michael Gordon Clifford. Good lord, you're disgusting, Ash," Calum grimaced, shaking his head.

Ashton sent him a confused look, obviously thinking that Calum and Michael were dating.

"We're best friends. I'd never date him though, he's not my type," Calum said, avoiding Ashton's interested gaze.

"What is your type, then?" Ashton asked.

Calum thought for a moment, and then he looked at the curly headed, glasses-wearing guy in front of him.

"I like brunettes, specifically wavy or curly hair," he started to say, glancing up at Ashton as he was twiddling his thumbs. "And I like someone who I can be dorky with. Someone who can make me laugh and smile and just make me happy. I dunno, I think I'm more of a submissive person relationship-wise, so someone who's more on the shy-but-not-too-shy side of things, you know?" he told Ashton, looking at him to see if he understood what he meant.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, that sounds like an okay person to be with," Ashton smiled a little. Calum saw this and added, "oh! And of course, he has to be hot and cute all at once. Especially hot," Calum smirked, looking at Ashton who looked at the ground and frowned.

"Oh. Yeah I could, I could see why you would want a guy who's like that," Ashton sighed. Calum furrowed his brows, not sure as to why Ashton was frowning. But then he realized; Ashton didn't think he was attractive. But why would it even matter to Ashton what type of guy Calum liked? Calum didn't know, but he didn't want Ashton to think he wasn't attractive or cute, because he definitely was.

"So that means you're already my type!" Calum announced without thinking, his face going red, along with Ashton's.

"W-what? Did... um, did you just call me hot and cu-," and before Ashton could finish that sentence, Calum blushed and changed the topic.

"Hey! Wanna hear a pick-up line?" Calum asked. Ashton nodded his head, his cheeks still coated a light pink, a smile not leaving his face.

"Are you a baker?! 'Cause you've got great cake!" Calum said, laughing at his own pick-up line, laughing even more when Ashton told him to "never say that to anyone ever again as long as he lived." Scrapbooking club soon ended after that and Ashton and Calum went home, both smiling and thinking about those two hours they had just spent together.