❥Nineteen❥
"French money is confusing as fuck," Calum announced. He stood with his boyfriends and possible boyfriend, along with Monsieur Girad and a group of fellow "VIP's" as Michael put it.
"Are you just a meathead soccer player?" Luke teased, slinging an arm around Calum's neck and kissing his cheek. The slightly shorter boy knocked his head against Luke's.
"Careful!" Michael said, feigning dramatics. "You'll lose more brain cells." He grabbed Calum's head protectively, rubbing the spot where he'd hit Luke. The footballer pouted at both of them.
"You're so mean to me," he said, though it was clear that he was joking. "I'll just hang out with Ashy," he added, theatrically hiding his face in the ballerina's chest. Ashton giggled, winding his arms around Calum's shoulders. Michael and Luke forced their way into the hug, uncaring of the strange looks they were getting from passing Parisians and tourists.
"Boys, I hate to interrupt," Monsieur Girad said, awkwardly chuckling, "but I need your attention." The four teenagers laughed slightly, detaching to look at the teacher. They still kept their hands clasped and stayed close enough so that their shoulders were touching. As the teacher explained the plan for the day, they playfully bumped against one another, releasing hushed giggles like joy-filled kids. Even so, they managed to retain understanding of most of what Monsieur Girad said. They would be going shopping for two hours, and then they'd meet up with their group and go to the Eiffel Tower to eat lunch in the grass. "Alright," the teacher concluded, "go run free."
The four teenagers did just that. The younger three quite literally dragged Ashton towards a destination he didn't know, though Calum, Luke, and Michael all seemed to be on the same page. Giggling as he stumbled along with his best friends, Ashton's hazel eyes flicked over storefronts as he attempted to figure out where they were going. He'd barely glanced at the pink neon letters of a building with glass walls before he was being dragged sideways and through a door with grey and pastel pink stripes across the glass.
The boy was met with a blast of warm air that carried the scent of roses and mint. Ashton looked around, his gaze brushing across a wall of lingerie, rows of shelves and racks with expensive clothes that were more "feminine," and a second wall with bags and accessories. The lighting was a complimenting white, and an artificial waterfall made of glass covered the back wall, filling the shop with the sound of burbling and cascading water. Cheery employees walked around, clad in varying shades of grey, powder pink, and white. A man walked up, wearing light pink jeans and a grey button up shirt. "Hi, I'm Leo," he greeted, speaking with a thick French accent. "Are you searching for anything in particular?"
"Just browsing," Luke replied, smiling at the bleach blonde man.
"Alright," Leo said with a bright grin that brandished pearlescent white teeth. "Just so you know, we have panties and bras that are designed to fit men comfortably over there." He pointed towards the back half of the lingerie wall. Neon reddish-yellow letters reading BLAZE glowed above it. "Have a beautiful time," the man said, waving with a neatly manicured hand before walking away on pale grey heels.
"Why are we here?" Ashton asked confusedly as Leo disappeared into the store. The ballerina knew that he was the only one of the four who dressed in "feminine" clothing.
"To buy pretty French clothes for you," Calum said, and the younger boys were once again dragging Ashton along with them. They pulled him into the middle of the store, ordering the boy to pick out clothes that he liked. With that said, the teenagers spread out to look for garments for Ashton. The ballerina looked around tentatively at first but slowly started to relax into the act of shopping as he stacked clothing on his arm.
By the time Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum met back up, Ashton had a fairly substantial stack of clothes. Even so, the other three had twice as many and were practically drowning in fabric. Ashton blushed brightly at the sight of lace panties mixed in with the skirts, dresses, and shirts. "Changing rooms," Michael said, and the four boys carefully weaved through the store and towards a glass double door next to the artificial waterfall. A woman with wavy brown hair pulled it open, her grey and white polka dotted dress ruffling as she did. A pink belt matched her to the aesthetic of the other employees.
Michael led the way through the doors, followed by Ashton and then Luke and Calum. The rectangular changing room was large, making Ashton feel like he'd stepped into a whole other store. Plush chairs went in a line down the centre, varying in design and matching the colours of the employees' attire. There were a few large beanbag chairs and visibly squishy armchairs that sat back to back. Fluffy blankets and pillows were thrown across a few of them. A round, glass chair hung by the back wall, suspended by thin grey wires.
Against the left and right walls were the actual changing rooms, covered by billowing pink, grey, and white curtains. They were sheer, but the fabrics were layered so that they couldn't be seen through. Ashton walked towards one of the rooms, pulling back the curtains to reveal a shiny white bench, and one wall was covered with glittering silver wire and mesh that clothes could be hung on. Calum, Luke, and Michael crowded in alongside the ballerina to fill the room with clothes that Ashton was going to try on.
When the clothes were all stacked up and covering the wall, the three younger prodigies exited the change room. Once he was alone, Ashton carefully dressed. He tugged on duckling yellow panties and a baby pink dress. A pale yellow belt wrapped around his middle and the ballerina pulled on matching thigh high socks. Stepping into cotton candy-coloured booties, Ashton pulled back the curtain.
Calum and Michael were sprawled out across three armchairs, facing the suspended chair. Luke was sat in it, swinging recklessly and kicking against the wall with his long legs to avoid smashing the chair into it. As soon as their gazes fell upon Ashton, the boys practically flew to their feet—or in Luke's case, he slid out of the chair and his momentum caused him to hit the carpeted floor and roll into a standing position.
"You look so good," Michael said. Ashton blushed and giggled, toying with the hem of the dress absentmindedly. The rest of morning went like that, and by the time they left the store Ashton carried multiple giant bags of clothes. The four boys stopped at a few stores on their way to meet with the group, grabbing some souvenirs.
When they finally found Monsieur Girad and the rest of their group, the teacher chuckled at just how much his students had purchased. "Alright," he said, smiling. "Who's ready for the Eiffel Tower?"
a/n okay remember the 2 tests i had, well i got a 95 on one of them which was the highest in my class so go me (lol im so annoying sorry)
also happy late holidays<3 how were your festive celebrations?
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