Legally Blonde | Lashton AU

9 ; legally blonde

yall are welcome to shove a pineapple down my throat my body is ready

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Michael had seen a lot of attractive men in his life. He'd traveled a lot in his youth, from Australia to America and America to the UK. He'd been hoping to reach Scotland, but because of financial issues, he only reached England— then, it was either go to Scotland and hopefully find a sugar daddy or go back to America and live his life normally. While the idea was enticing, Michael didn't feel secure about it. Boring as it was, he'd rather a more permanent, hard-earned income. Sugar daddies could drop him any time. And he thought that no sugar daddy would've been interested in him, anyway, so what was the point in trying to find one?

Thankfully, Calum Hood was no sugar daddy (at least Michael didn't think so) and therefore qualified to be interested in Michael. Awesome. Michael thought he was fucking hot, and he was precious, too, which was a bonus. (Though Michael would rather Calum be fucking him rather than fucking hot. Just saying.)

Calum had offered to take Ketchup on a walk— Michael didn't really need him to, but he wanted him to. Ketchup would be like their little baby. Calum would grow attached to the dog, and he'd have no choice but to marry Michael because they had a child together: Ketchup. If you had a dog-baby with someone else, obviously you had to marry them. Or so Michael's logic went.

The aforementioned delivery man pushed through the glass doors of the Hair Affair, Ketchup's leash on one arm and a squirrel plushie on the other. The little dog yapped up at him, and he crouched down with a smile to offer the plushie. "Here you go, Ketchup."

When Calum stood, Michael's eyes met his with a twinkle. "Hi," greeted the bleached blonde. He had a goofy grin on his face. "Thanks for walking Ketchup."

"Hey," Calum said. "It's all good. Least I could do for you after you kept me company at the hospital."

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," Michael replied. "Are you okay now, though? I am sorry for breaking your nose."

"Michael, it's okay." Calum playfully rolled his eyes. "I'm fine now, and you didn't mean to."

Michael scratched his neck. "Are you sure? If there was some way I could make it up to you..."

"...You know what? There is," Calum said with a grin. "Take me out for dinner and then I'll forgive you."

Michael did a double-take. "Sorry, what'd you say? I think I hallucinated. Did you just ask me out or...?"

"Yes, Michael. I asked you to take me to dinner," Calum said. His smirk faded. "Unless you don't want to?"

"No! No, I want to," Michael sputtered. "I mean, yeah. Yeah, I'll take you to dinner."

"Nice." Calum adjusted his hat. "Just text me the details?"

Michael couldn't believe it. Calum was asking him out, and giving Michael his number to top it all off! Today was a good day— he couldn't wait to tell Luke!

Right on cue, Luke entered the salon in a black parka, Molly in tow. Michael finished exchanging numbers with Calum, blushing when the tanned delivery man gives him a wink. The bleached blonde watched him go, silly grin on his face.

"What was that?" Luke asked with a smirk. "What did I just witness?"

Michael opened his mouth to retort, but when he met the blonde's eyes he stopped. There was something— something wrong. They were still blue, but they weren't bright anymore. The typical Luke-cheer was gone, and it was so unnatural and wrong that Michael noticed immediately. Those eyes didn't look like Luke's.