Ashton: You sat across from Ashton, your parents next to you and his next to him. The tension in the air was so thick that you could practically cut it with a knife. "So (Y/N), any plans for school next year? University or are you going to take a year off?" Mrs. Irwin asked. You could see Ashton snort beside her, and you rolled your eyes. "I plan on going to school in the fall, I've gotten accepted to three of my four choice schools. I'm trying to make a decision, it's just really hard." You said, smiling at her. "See Ashton, she's going somewhere, not trying to be in a silly band." She said, scolding her son. He glared at you from across the table. You sighed, taking another bite. Your parents were great friends, and always, once a month you went to either the Irwin's house for dinner or they came to yours. But the only problem was that you hated their son, Ashton. He was hot, you'd admit it, but he was so arrogant and cocky that you couldn't take him. He constantly picked on you and made fun of you, and you would be just as rude back to him, driving both your parents up the wall. "You two have to get along, this is so childish," Your mother said, noticing the glare between the two of you. "We're going to go out tonight, and we hope you two can sort the differences out." You groaned, looking at your parents. "Please don't leave me with him," You pleaded, hearing Ashton say the same thing. Your Father shot you a look that urged you to stop. You closed your mouth and looked down, your cheeks hot, and your stomach rolling. After dinner, the Irwins and your parents had left for the movies, leaving you and Ashton alone in the house. You sighed, leaning against the counter. "I'm doing the dishes," You said not bothering to wait for a reply. You turned around and began to run the water and stack the dishes. You heard feet shuffle behind you and suddenly there was a body pressed up behind you, his hands slipping onto your hips. "You're bloody hot when you're angry." He said into your ear. You were to startled to say anything in reply. "What, cat got your tongue? I fucking hate you but I can't fucking take it when you're standing there in that shirt. Fuck, you're always on my mind." He said, making your knees weak. "And I can clearly see I have some sort of reaction to you." He chuckled darkly. "What are you talking about Ashton, get off of me." You said, your voice not nearly as strong as you wanted it to be. "Doesn't sound like you want me to (Y/N)," His voice was dark and sultry, making you lean into him. He began to attack your neck with kisses, making you gasp. "You need to stop..." You trailed off, gripping his forearm. "Why?" He breathed against your skin. "Because I hate you," You said and moaned as he nipped under your ear. "I hate you too, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings for you." He said, reattaching his lips to your neck and kissing your jaw line. You turned around in his arms facing him. "Fuck it." You said kissing him. "What?" It was his turn to be confused. "Fuck it, I hate you but I can't do this anymore. You're just so fucking hot." You gripped his t shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him hard as his body pushed you against the counter. You didn't know what this would lead you to, or if you had resolved whatever conflict you had, but all you knew was you couldn't fight these feelings any longer.
Calum: "You stole my toy!" You shouted at Calum, waddling after him as he ran away to his house. Your pale pink dress flew behind you as your stubby legs carried you to his backyard. His Mum had heard the commotion and came outside to see. "He stole my toy! Make him give it back!" You told his Mum, as Calum hid under the table, his big brown eyes to big for his face. "Calum," His Mum scolded. "Give (Y/N) back her toy." She said squatting down to get to his level, and yours. "No, she stole my truck first!" He shouted back at her. She sighed, turning to you. "Did you take his truck?" You looked at the ground. "No," You said, hoping she wouldn't tell your Mum. She sighed, standing up and walking away from the two of you, and towards your house. "No! Don't tell my Mummy!" You said, running after her, but it was no use. She was gone. You turned back to look at Calum, a smug smirk on his chubby cheeks. "You're mean!" You said to him, sitting down and folding your arms. "Your mean too, you stole my truck first!" He said, sitting beside you. "Did not!" You said. "Now both our Mums will be mad," You said to him, your bottom lip beginning to tremble. You saw both of the women come into view, and you looked at Calum. He had the same terrified expression you did, knowing that this wasn't good. Your Mum stopped in front of you, and looked down. "(Y/N), did you take Calums truck?" You shook your head. "No, he took my toy." You said in defiance. She sighed and looked at Mrs. Hood. "Why do these two not get along?" Mrs. Hood shook her head. "I don't know, who knows, maybe we'll joke about this on their wedding day." "Ew! He's gross. I wouldn't marry him!" You screeched as Calum backed away from you. "Girls are gross! She's even grosser!" He said glaring at you. "C'mon (Y/N), lets go for your nap, you need a break. Sorry about this Mrs. Hood. I don't get these two." She said picking you up. You didn't struggle, because you knew it would make her angry. "It's fine, Calum should go to bed too. He's probably cranky. See you later," She said picking him up as well. He on the other hand didn't go quietly and you could hear him fussing as your Mum carried you to the house. "You need to get along with Calum, (Y/N). You can't keep fighting him. You know though, when a boy picks on you, its a sign that he likes you." You hid your face in the crook of your Mums neck, shaking your head. "Boys are gross. Calum's really gross. He doesn't like me because I don't like him." She laughed as she climbed the stairs. "We'll see." She said still chuckling, knowing deep down that the two of you would eventually get along as you grew up, and even get married one day.
Luke: "Take this over to the Hemmings, Liz lent it to us a few days ago and I haven't gotten around to returning it." Your Mum said shoving a bowl in your arms. "Why can't you do it?" You groaned, praying that either Liz answered the door or one of her sons, but not Luke. Luke was horrible, the two of you never getting along. "Because I have to go out, and while your at it give them this as well, Liz mentioned she needed it." She placed a bag inside the bowl. Your Mum ushered you to the door, watching you walk grudgingly to the door of their house which was a few houses down your street. Your parents were great friends, always lending each other things, having parties and get togethers. You sighed as you got to their front door, knocking on the door. Stepping back the door swung open to reveal Luke, his expression changing to disgust. "What do you want?" He said leaning against the door. "My Mum told me to bring this over." You said holding out the bowl to Luke. He looked at it, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to take it or not?" You said, growing impatient. He rolled his eyes, taking the bowl out of your hands, your fingertips brushing. "Who is it Luke?" You heard Liz call. "(Y/N)," He said, the very essence of your name on his tongue made his face contort into disgust. "Invite her in, I haven't seen her in ages!" She yelled back making Luke's eyes grow wide and your heart plummet to your stomach. He shuffled out of the way to let you in, his glare following you as you kicked off your shoes and followed Luke. Both your paces were reluctant, neither of you wanting to be near each other. As you came into view of the kitchen you saw Liz puttering around, but when she caught sight of you she smiled widely. "(Y/N)! It's so lovely to see you, my you've grown!" She said embracing you. You looked at Luke, waiting for a snide comment but he didn't say anything. "How's your Mum and Dad doing?" She asked you, returning your focus to her. "Well thank you, just returning the bowl. Mum put something in there, I'm not sure what it is though." You said, smiling. "I'll go have a look, you two get along!" She said, giving her son the look. He rolled his eyes as she walked away, looking at you. "(Y/N)," He asked. "What?" You bit back, not wanting to talk to him. "Why do we fight? I honestly don't remember a reason for me to hate you, I just know we do. And really it bothers me, I don't understand why I should be mean to you, its always been that way." He said, his voice quiet. Truthfully, you couldn't remember what had made you hate him so much either. "I don't know why either Luke, really." You said, heat burning from you cheeks. "Should we try to get along? I know it would make my Mum much happier and I'm sure yours." He said, avoiding your eyes. "I think we should... but I really don't know how to be nice to you." You said chuckling, hoping he'd catch your joke. He looked up and smiled at you, clearly catching on. "A smile would be a good start."
Michael: "Why the hell can he not turn down his amp? That stupid band he's in..." You said to your Mum in the kitchen, watching her prepare dinner. "You're friends with his parents, have you ever thought to tell them that their son is an asshole and won't give the neighborhood any peace and quiet?" She cracked a smile, still not looking up. "Because it's the middle of the day and he's allowed to play his music, if it was at night that would be another matter." She said, smiling at you. "If you have a problem, go over and tell him to quiet it down." She said, smiling more to herself then you. "You know we don't get along." You groaned. "This will make it worse." You said looking out the window, seeing one of his bandmates pass by the window laughing. "It's up to you sweetie, you're going to have to be nice to him one day though." She said. "I never understood why you two don't get along." "Because he's an idiot and he's obnoxious. He thinks he is the hottest thing ever, its horrible." You sighed, thinking of the final you had to study for and the racket that he was making was prohibiting you from accomplishing anything. You sighed, pushing your chair out and walking over to his house, through the yard. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door swung open revealing one of his bandmates. "Hey there," He said smiling at you. "Um, hi. Is Michael here?" You said, your voice a little unsteady. "Yeah hold on. Mike! A hot girls here for you," He said winking at you causing you to blush like mad. You could see him saunter up to the door, a cheeky smile on his face until he caught sight of you. "You're fucking blind man," He said before facing you. "What do you want?" He said leaning against the door jam, his muscles flexing. "You think you could maybe turn down your amp? You're so loud, I'm trying to study for a final." You said, your voice hard. "Studying eh? That's all I see you do. Why don't you loosen up a bit babe, let go a bit." You stared at him. "Are you stupid, I need to pass school you ass." "The finals not until next week, I'm in the same class as you." He said raising an eyebrow. You looked at him, completely baffled that he was being somewhat nice to you. "What?" He asked noticing your scrutiny. "This is like the first time you've been moderately nice to me." He laughed, shaking his head. "Why don't you come in for a bit, relax, meet the guys. Don't study, you need to get out more. Who knows, maybe I'll show you just how nice I can be." He winked, opening the door wider for you. You took a deep breath, following him into his garage.
