5SOS Oneshots by 5soslore

Brother's Best Friend Calum (part one)

Meaningless formulas, equations, ratios, and decimals swarmed your brain in a continual rush, weighing over your hunched figure as you hurriedly scrawled out problem after problem across the pages of homework laid out in front of you. Your hand ached with the dull throb of pain that came from gripping your pencil so tightly, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop, to tear your gaze from your work for an instant and have a peek out your bedroom window to see all that was going on in the outside world. Honestly, it didn't take a single glance for you to know what was happening in your backyard anyway; your brother, Ashton, and his friends from university were mucking around in the pool and obviously enjoying themselves thoroughly as their music had been turned up to a near-deafening roar.

You sank back in your seat with your palms clamped over your ears when the volume continued to swell and your homework became all but impossible to finish. The bassline pulsated and shook the entire house, which, of course you'd been occupying by yourself while your parents spent the afternoon out with friends. It was only when they were gone that Ashton was able to pull shit like this, and you knew that he knew how much it irritated you, especially when his irresistibly hot frat brothers were involved. An aggravated groan bubbled up from your throat as you rose to your feet and began making your way downstairs, textbook tucked under one arm.

It wasn't until you'd swung the glass door open and jogged halfway towards the pool area that you realized you were only in your pyjamas (i.e. one of Ashton's oversized flannels and your boyshorts), and you silently kicked yourself for not having the sense to throw on a pair of pants beforehand. Hopefully the encounter wouldn't last for more than a couple minutes and you could scurry back inside before anyone took notice of your skimpy attire.

"Ash!" You cupped your hands around your mouth to be heard over the music, eyes scanning the scene for any sign of your brother. Several heads turned from the pool, though none of them belonged to Ashton or were even vaguely familiar to you, all except for Michael and Luke.

Much to your surprise, their grins were wide and their expressions were in good humour as they waved you over with eager gestures.

"Little Irwin!" Michael proclaimed.

Before you could turn away, the two figures were already shimmying out of the pool and making their way over to you. You watched their enormous, dripping figures approach you and tried not to react in the slightest, but when Michael's arms extended for a hug, you couldn't keep your cheeks from heating up in a blush. The fact that he was soaked from head to toe was irrelevant -- a hug from lacrosse team captain Michael Clifford just wasn't something you could pass up, no matter how angry you were with Ashton.

But before he could even wrap his arms around you, you heard a sharp voice cut in and bring the two of you to an abrupt halt.

"Clifford!" Ashton barked. Michael's shoulders slumped in defeat, already knowing exactly who'd called him out.

You, Michael, and Luke turned on your heels to discover your clearly agitated, frowning brother swimming over to the edge of the pool, and your heart sank a little. Maybe it was his tone of voice or the intense gaze that fell on them, but Michael and Luke promptly stepped away from you as your heart plummeted even further.

"Easy mate, we were just--" Luke began, only to be interrupted in the same instant.

"Where the hell are your pants, Y/N?!" Ashton demanded.

Now your cheeks were on fire, your bare thighs clamping together in embarrassment as all eyes fell to your semi-exposed lower half. A few unfamiliar faces were turning in your direction, sniggering and sharing hushed murmurs while your brother's own face was contorting into one of disgust, "And is that Calum's shirt?"