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Michael waits in Calum's (Mum's) car, hands over the heaters to attempt to stop him from shaking. Calum had texted him a few minutes before, telling him he'd be there soon. A little while later, Calum opens the door, all sweaty and smiling.
"Hey, bub."
"Hey, dove."
Calum decides to stop telling Michael off for calling him that, because – really – he only tells him off because it gets him flustered, and he gets flustered a lot, so it's no use.
"Do you know what Ashton has planned?"
Michael shakes his head, still shaking a little as Calum turns up the radio. "You said that you would give me something after training." Michael reminds him. "What was it?"
"Um, we kinda can't do it now because we have to go to Ashton's . . . sorry."
The bleached blond nods, trying not to act disappointed as they start driving. Ashton's house isn't far, so they don't sit in silence for long. Calum parks and they get out. They go the back of the house, where Ashton's room is.
Ashton's drinking a cider with Luke, and they're laughing a little. Michael wonders how long they've been drinking for.
"Hey, guys!" Ashton yells. He's drunk. "We're having a sleep-over!"
"Okay, Ash." Calum says, laughing. "You need to be quiet, though, your Mum might wake up."
"My Mum's sleeping at her boyfriend's and offered to take Lauren and Harry with her. We're home alone." The drunk boy exclaims, head held high.
When intoxicated, Ashton doesn't bother being shy and polite like he usually does. His head doesn't hang down so he has to look at people through his hair, and he's not as gentle.
"Sit down, guys." He says, grabbing at Michael and Calum's legs.
They get into a nice conversation, and ask each other why they always get drunk on weeknights rather than weekends and figure that it's cooler that way, but what do they care? They're drunk.
"Let's play truth or dare."
Calum rolls his eyes. "Come on, Luke, that's childish as fuck."
"I don't care, I wanna play!" Luke whines, pouting.
Michael gives in first, giggling. "Alright, Lukey."
The blond boys grins, "Okay, Michael, truth or dare?"
As soon as the question's aimed at him, Michael regrets his decision, because Luke could ask a lot of things, and dare him to do a lot of things. He knows that when they're drunk, the possibilities are endless.
"Uh, dare."
The other two make excited sounds, clapping and cheering on his choice. Luke licks his lips before sipping a beer this time. "Take off an item of clothing or your choice."
Michael – taking the pussy way out – takes off his shoes. "Ashton, truth or dare."
"Truth." Ashton giggles.
"Have you ever thought about one of us romantically?"
"What a weird fucking question. But, like, I've thought about what all of you guys would be like as boyfriends, I guess." Ashton shrugs, and then smirks, because it's his turn. "Calum, truth or dare?"
"Dare." Calum says without any hesitation.
"I dare you to kiss Michael. Tongue and everything."
