cake oneshots || book two

Party Animals

Credit: unknowndecay

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I leaned casually against the bar top, a small smile lighting up my face as the lights of the club around me jumped with the music. It was easy to lose yourself in the middle of a huge party, the bodies around you consuming your every last thought until all you could do was dance. Of course, sometimes the bodies around you decided to try to pull you in with them, their intentions always clear from the way their hands traveled a little too far down and the flirty smile that never seemed to change, no matter what face it was plastered across.

Knocking the last shot on the bar top down my throat, I stepped away from the corner I had just glued myself to and threw myself back into the moving bodies. It wasn't easy navigating your way through such a tight space, but one thing that was easy was finding my best friend's blue head peaking above the crowd. I shoved my way past people, not caring about the amount of party fouls I caused with spilt drinks. At this time in the morning everyone still here was too plastered to care.

I finally burst through the last stretch of people to be slammed against Michael's back, causing him to let out a very unmanly screech and whirl on me. "God damnit, Luke! For the last time you cannot keep doing that!"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Mikey?" I flashed him a lopsided smile, the liquor running through my system upping my game tremendously. Which is saying a lot, since I still didn't know how to properly flirt.

"Shut the fuck up, you pansy." Michael rolled his eyes before they latched onto a girl slightly to his left. She was grinding against another girl, throwing her hair over her shoulder as gracefully as she could without spilling her drink. Michael glanced sideways at me, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "I think I'm in love."

I scoffed, "If I had a dollar for every time you said that in a club I'd have enough money to support your hair dye addiction." Michael paused, taking what I said into consideration before nodding his head in agreement.

I jerked forward as I felt a large hand slap into the middle of my back just before a shaggy head popped up in my peripheral vision. "Dude, this party is fucking sick! I am so glad Cal dragged us out of the hotel for this." Ashton sighed blissfully, tilting his beer back to drain the last of it in one swallow.

The sound of Calum's name immediately dropped my mood by 200 percent. It wasn't the man himself that pulled out the depressed teen in me, though. It was my own fault, really. I was the one who continues to let myself stay up at night, my thoughts preoccupied with how glorious it would be to see my pale hand slide across that perfectly-tanned skin of his, possibly even glistening with sweat that we could work up doing some...interesting activities.

"Damn it, Luke." Michael's amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts and he couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled out of him as he watched the blush bloom across my cheeks. Michael was the one person I had actually indulged my deep little fantasies to, and ever since then he wouldn't let up on the teasing. All in good heart, of course. Michael shook his head lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes that gave me an uneasy feeling. "Why don't you just fuck the boy already?"

I choked on my spit about the same time that Ashton choked on his beer. His head swiveled towards me, making me freeze and shoot a glare towards Michael. "Luke, what the hell? You're crushing on someone and you didn't tell me?" He threw his hands up in exasperation, smacking some girl's beer all over her without even noticing. "And you told Michael. Of all people, you choose Michael Clifford."

"Hey!" Michael shoved said boy, glaring at him. "If anything he made the right decision in telling me because I'll actually help him get the damn guy instead of talking about his feelings." He rolled his eyes so hard I had to laugh at the two.