That Boy With The Beanie

Pizza!

It went silent for a moment, before Ashton’s tummy started to rumble. He noticed it, and seemed slightly embarrassed, but laughing as well. We all laughed, and Ash continued laughing too.

“I’m starving” He said, looking up at Michael, as if asking him permission. Michael stared at him.

“Pizza?” Michael said, after a slightly, awkward, silence. We all nodded and Ashton did a little happy dance.

“Are you making one?” I asked. The boys all laughed and I had absolutely no idea what they were laughing at “What?” I asked, utterly confused.

“You honestly think, this guy, Clifford, can cook?” Cal said, laughing his head off.

“Yeah, I don’t think he has ever made a scrambled egg, in like, ever?” Ash added, as I started to join in with the laugh, still not fully understanding the joke.

“You know, once, I asked Mike ‘Will you make me some pasta?’ because I had gone to get him a new guitar, and he managed to burn freaking pasta, I mean, how do you even burn pasta? It’s like, impossible” Luke said, and I burst into a fit of laughter after that, because, like, can you even burn pasta?

Michael stood, near the couch, making out he was mad, but you could tell, he was really trying not to laugh.

“Do you boys mind?” He said, in a sarcastic way. He put a hand on his hip and pouted.

“Oh shut up, Mikey, let’s go order pizza. It’s on Luke!” Cal shouted, slapping Luke, hard, on the back. He didn’t even flinch, even though he clenched his fist, so I could tell it hurt.

“What? Why?” Luke shouted back, pulling a shocked face that I could tell it was sincere. Cal smirked, like he was proud that he thought of the idea. Luke crossed his arms, and Calum did shortly, mimicking him.

“Because…um…like…he…” Calum said, unsure of what to say next.

“Because he brought his…uh... girlfriend, to band practice, aha” Ashton said for him.

“Ugh, ok, whatever” He said. I dug my elbow in his side, and that made him flinch. He laughed it off and I laughed to, but not at him, at the fact he flinched.

“Pizza!” All the boys shouted, together. Ash swung open the door and jumped up the stairs, two at a time, clearly hungry.

“Do you like ‘em?” Luke whispered, as we were the last up the stairs. I nodded yes. “You sure?”  He said “They can be complete dicks sometimes; sometimes they’re funny though…uh…” Luke trailed off. He bit his lip.

“They’re great” I assured him, and I swear, at the corner of my eyes, saw him smirk. We walked up the stairs and joined the boys in the living room. It was nice, purple and beige themed, and had two sofas, a two-seater and a three-seater, with a swirly single chair.