Blue's pov
"You know, we still haven't heard you sing," Ashton points out. I shrug and take another bite of pizza.
"Oh come on, Blue. We let you hear us sing," Luke says.
I roll my eyes, "You guys are in a world famous band and I went on tour with you. You didn't really have a choice about whether or not you let me hear you sing, unless you locked me in a soundproof room and gave me no access to the Internet."
"We didn't though," Michael replies.
"Well I appreciate the generosity," I sass. Calum laughs wraps one arm around my torso, pulling me closer to him. He had made me sit on his lap while we ate and watched tv. Luke was not happy about it to say the least.
"We'll eventually get you to sing. Just give it a little time," Ashton promises.
"No you won't. I can't sing," I say.
"Says you. I don't believe it for one second," Calum tells me. I shrug again and lean back against his chest, turning up the tv.
"What are we watching?" Michael questions.
"The Flash. Season two got added to Netflix while I was away. That means you guys need to be quiet because I have some binge watching to do," I answer, pausing the episode.
"You are obsessed with that show," Ashton says, stating the obvious. I don't even try to deny it.
"So which would you rather have; Luke or the Flash?" Michael questions.
"Really Michael? You know she's going to choose me. I'm her brother afteral-"
"The Flash," I say, cutting him off. Michael, Calum, and Ashton laugh loudly as Luke starts at me, his jaw dropped.
"Blue!" He exclaims, "I can't believe you just said that! I'm your brother!"
"Yeah, but brothers are annoying. And it's the Flash. I mean, have you seen Grant Gustin?" I ask, defending myself.
"Fine. I'll remember that," he says, not really hurt. He knows I'm not really serious. If I was really put in a situation that made me have to choose, I'd at least think for a few minutes before saying The Flash.
"What about Calum or the Flash?" Michael tries. I hesitate.
"I'm not sure," I answer, "I'm mean, I love my boyfriend, but I also love me some Flash."
"You literally just read what is on your shirt," Ashton points out, gesturing to my shirt.
I nod, "Exactly. Why do you think I bought the shirt?" The boys laugh.
"You still have to choose," Luke reminds me. I grimace, not looking forward to this.
"I plead the fifth," I state.
"We're Australian," Calum says.
"So?" I shrug, "I grew up in America."
"Just answer," Michael groans, tired of my procrastination.
"But I can't! I mean, it's Calum, or it's the Flash. It's like trying to decide between breathing or living. You can't do one without the other," I explain.
"I see how it is, babe," Calum whines, resting his head on my shoulder. I roll my eyes.
"You're being so over dramatic," I tell Cal.
"Says the girl who can't make up her mind between a television show and her boyfriend," he fires back.
"I'm proud of it too," I say. Calum, Luke, Ashton, and Michael just laugh.
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Fanfiction"What's your name?" The boy with curly hair asks, kneeling down in front of me. I sit there, watching him carefully. His three friends stood behind him. I swallow, then hold up a piece of my blue hair. He looks at me confused. They all do. "Blue,"...
