5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Weird Things Seen

MICHAEL:

You continue to wonder aimlessly around the boys’ apartment, having decided not to stay and watch their live stream.  Soon though, your boredom gets the best of you, and you decide to check the time. You pat your pocket, groaning when you don’t feel your phone. You left it in the same room as the damn live stream.

You make your way back to the room the boys are in. Cautiously, you open the door, sticking your head in before taking a hesitant step inside.

You freeze at the sight in front of you, not even knowing what to say. The boys sit on the couch, Mikey wearing a pig mask, Luke in a tutu, Calum taking a selfie with an afro on his head, and Ashton nowhere to be seen.

“Can we help you?” Michael asks sassily, voice muffled by the mask.

“Um…I just…” you say, still at a loss for words, “Forgot, um, my phone…”

You quickly grab your phone off of the coffee table before turning back to look at Mikey.

“Just carry on with whatever…this is,” you say with a laugh.

“Will do,” pig Michael nods, “Love you!”

CALUM

“No,” Calum moans as you try to stand up.

“Calum!” you protest, trying to wiggle out of his grip, “I need to go get a cookie!”

“No, you’re staying here!”

“No! Cookie!”

You quickly flip the two of you over, but before you can stand, Calum traps you underneath his tall frame once again. The two of you continue to wrestle until you find yourself in a position neither of you can move from.

Calum’s lying across your abdomen, diminishing your movement to basically nothing, as you tickle him, immobilizing him as he laughs loudly.

“Stop!” Calum manages between giggles, sighing when your tickling stops.

“Will you let me get up?” you ask.

“Hmm…no,” Calum says, laughing as you begin to tickly him one more. This carries on for quite a while until you hear your bedroom door open.

“Hey, Calum, I am-” Luke says, freezing at the sight of you two, “going to come back later.”

As he shuts the door you and Calum turn to look at each other, and you ask in a hopeful voice, “Cookie?”

Calum shakes his head, and the two of you continue.

ASHTON

“You look so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear!” you sing as loud as humanly possible, dancing around your and Ashton’s flat in nothing but your socks, underwear, and one of his tank-tops.  You slide along the hardware floor of the kitchen, singing and dancing as loud music fills your entire apartment.

“Your lipstick stain is a work of art, I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart!” you continue to sing and dance as you clean, only stopping when your music is paused and an easily-identified giggle fills your kitchen.

“Nice dance moves you’ve got there, (Y/N),” Ashton says, and you quickly spin around to face him, a blush rapidly warming your cheeks.

He laughs at your blush, walking over to you. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Now I’m embarrassed,” you say, blush returning.

“Eh,” Ashton shrugs, “You’ve seen me dance around like a weirdo before. Besides, it was cute.”

“Good,” you sigh, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now come on, dance with me,” Ashton says with a smile.

LUKE

“Oh, come on!” you yell at the TV as another goal is scored by Russia in the Olympic hockey game. Both teams have shot in the shoot-out three times, and the score was still even.

T.J. Oshie circles the puck once more, going for shot four. You nervously tap your leg as he skates towards the goalie. He dekes the goalie, scoring another beautiful goal.

“Yes!” you cheer, instantly sitting down with a ‘boo’ as Russia also scores.

Without you noticing, Luke slips into the room, watching you react dramatically to the game with an amused smirk on his face. Oshie scores goal five for Team USA, but your joy is short-lived as Russia also scores.

“Any day now, Oshie,” you say, watching intently as he goes in for shot six, easily scoring it. Russia goes to center ice, quickly circling the puck, “You had better not score this.”

You cross your fingers, watching as the Russian player shoots, but Jonathan Quick stops the puck from getting into the net. You jump up and cheer, but this time, you can see Luke out of the corner of your eye.

You turn and see his smirk, quickly looking down with a blush. Luke always picked fun at you, finding it funny how worked up you got ever a game.

“Was the game good?” he asks, still smirking at you, and you give a small nod in response, “I could tell.”

“Shut up,” you groan, burying your head in his hands.

“Relax, babe, I’m only kidding,” he laughs, walking over to you and enveloping you in a hug, “I think it’s cute-totally weird-but cute.”

Author's Note:

Okay, like I said in the opening chapter to this hella fine book-thing-a-ma-bob: Hockey. That has actually happened to me before, so I just thought it would work for one of them. Sorry if it irritated you...kinda.