❥Thirteen❥
Michael: hey babes
Luke-ass: what u want boi
Column changed their name to Cal-pal.
Luke-ass changed Michael's name to Mewkl.
😍🍆💦😘💥 changed their name to Ash.
Cal-pal: ashhhhy baby wya
Ash: workout room 3
Luke-ass: ?? how do u lift weights and text
Mewkl: i can't even lift weights and not die
Cal-pal: do u have an extra arm ballerina boy?
Ash: im working my legs
Luke-ass changed Ash's name to Sexy ass mofo.
Sexy ass mofo changed their name to Sexy a*s mofo.
Cal-pal: wait wait wait you're all sweaty and working out and we're not w you
Cal-pal: fuck
Mewkl: wait, ashy, r u shirtless
Sexy a*s mofo: no😂
Luke-ass: can u be
Mewkl: send nudes ;)
Sexy a*s mofo: :p nah
Cal-pal: y ya gotta b so ruuude
Cal-pal: don't ya know i get boners toooo
Cal-pal: im gonna get your nudes anyways
Luke-ass: get out
Mewkl changed Cal-pal's name to Loser.
Loser changed Mewkl's name to Twink.
Luke-ass changed their name to Batman🎨.
Sexy a*s mofo changed their name to SmAsh.
Twink: i tOP
Loser: and luke is actually batman
Batman🎨: i am batman with a paintbrush
Twink: yo kiddos meet me in the garden behind the school
SmAsh: y?
Twink: because. see you soon<3
Batman🎨: mwah😘
Loser: see ya there bbs
SmAsh: 💛
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"Hey, princess." Michael handed Ashton a cupcake as he spoke, the delectable treat covered with icing the colour of pink lemonade. Ashton giggled and smiled, accepting the cupcake and taking small licks of the strawberry icing. Luke, Calum, and Michael stole kisses as he did, and the ballerina smiled fondly. Ashton was clad in a silver and black skater skirt, along with a black band tee and Converse. His curls hung damply around his tanned face, darkened from a tawny blonde to a hickory brown.
"You look really good," Calum said, gently tracing his finger across the waistband of Ashton's skirt. He stole a kiss after he spoke, tasting the sugary sweetness of the cupcake melding with Ashton's vanilla-mint breath. The ballerina giggled, ducking his head slightly as he blushed.
Michael followed the movement of his head, pressing his lips against Ashton's smooth mouth. Luke quickly did the same, before Calum was moving. He tugged the other three boys to a large tree with low hanging branches. The four Australians fell into a messy cuddle, shifting around and giggling as they accidentally elbowed one another until they reached a comfortable position. Ashton was lying vertically with his head on Michael's chest, who was closest to the tree and had the most shade on him. Calum and Luke were on either side of Ash, their legs tangled. Michael toyed with the ballerina's curls whilst Luke traced patterns on his chest, and Calum had his arm around Ashton's hips.
"You got your splint-thingumbob off," Luke noted, absentmindedly grabbing the Maori boy's arm and kissing his healed wrist bone.
"All better for the school trip," Calum replied, stretching his hand and shaking it. "Where do you think we'll go?" Every year AAG had a school trip, and the students got to vote on the destination.
"Paris," Michael and Luke said in sync, smiling fondly at the giggle it received from Ashton.
"We always go to Paris," Michael added. His emerald eyes were focused on Ashton's hair as he braided it. The curls were soft and silky between pale fingers, and Michael tied each braid off with blades of grass. After he finished delicately tying a thin knot, he paused to parse his words. "Wow, that's a first world problem if I've ever heard one," he commented, before starting on another braid.
"We always stay at this fancy-ass hotel," Calum said. "I know how to get to the touristy locations from there better than I know how to get home from AAG."
"If you could pick a place other than Paris, where would you guys go?" Ashton asked, shivering blissfully. Calum had traced his finger across the sliver of skin that met with the waistband of his skirt. Luke smiled fondly at the sight, proceeding to press his lips against the ballerina's tanned neck, feeling his pulse beat evenly.
"I dunno," Calum replied, tilting his head slightly. "Anywhere, I think. I've never been anywhere but Aus. and NZ."
"Is that what you're planning to write when we vote?" Luke asked sarcastically, giggling and ducking when Calum weakly smacked at his head. Michael chuckled at the sight, and Ashton could feel the laughter in the pale boy's chest.
"I'm kinda tempted to write Antarctica," Michael said. His tongue was poked out slightly as he focused on weaving grass into a braid, using his deft fingers to keep the damp curls from escaping.
Ashton giggled at the boy's words. "I'll write it if you do," he murmured, his tone soft and relaxed. The ballerina almost sounded sleepy, and his voice was slightly deeper. Calum couldn't stop himself from staring at the boy's eyes, a shimmery hazel with specks of army green. Luke watched Ashton's mouth, soft pink lips with a faint shine caused by lip balm. Michael was focused on his hair, tawny strands that hung in loose curls and tickled Mikey's pale hands.
"I will too," Luke said, and Calum mumbled a familiar statement of agreement. With that, the four teenagers fell into a cozy silence.
a/n
story time: my 3rd grade neighbour just kinda walked into my house to "hang out with me" for over an hour until my mother made her leave so that was my day
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