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0.7 - even if your passion is giant dick paintings

seven; even if your passion is giant dick paintings

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michael

unfortunately, the following friday came all too quickly and i was reminded of my tutoring session after school. i was a little annoyed, hoping mrs. gomez would forget all about it and i wouldn't have to go.

"michael," calum almost screamed, biting ashton's shoulder to keep from laughing. "please, look at this."

"no, calum," i strongly refused, remembering what happened the last time calum made me watch a youtube video with him.

"oh come on, this is great," calum pouted, slapping ashton's hand away, which had been playing with his hair.

"not as great as the hobbit," ashton giggled, receiving a murderous look from me.

"it wasn't and still isn't funny."

"oh please, you found it funny until the love of your life saw you watching it," calum rolled his eyes, pulled out ashton's laptop and sat in the middle of us.

"calum, no."

"but youtube videos are our thing," he frowned like a hurt puppy.

"okay fine, but we're using headphones this time."

calum was forced to accept my request, pulling a headphone splitter out of his backpack. once ready, calum slapped the spacebar with a stupid grin on his face.

tell me have you seen the marvelous breadfiiiish

swimming iiiin the ocean waterrrrs

suddenly i stopped the video, my face contorted in a painful attempt to not laugh at the incredibly stupid video. "fuck, calum," i stifled out, trying to block out ashton's contagious laughter.

calum was practically convulsing in laughter, singing in a deep voice, "for fisherman and shaaaarks."

"stop," i gasped, hiding my face in my elbow. "shit."

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after lunch, i sat through world history and french before the bell rang, ending the school day and starting the weekend. well, for everyone except me and my tutor.

annoyed, i made my way over to the chemistry room. i ran into calum and ashton leaving art class together, and ashton was laughing at something that made calum very obviously embarrassed. the kiwi's face was bright red and he kept slapping ashton's arm.

i felt a smile grow on my face as the two approached. "what happened?"

"nothing happened. ashton's a jerk," calum whined, kicking at the sandy blonde's shin.

"in art class we had to draw something that represented france, and calum drew a huge dick," ashton burst, bending over to hold his stomach. i also started laughing, enjoying calum being the butt of a joke for once.

"it wasn't a giant dick!" calum complained, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "and it's not my fault we had no beige paint and i was forced to use light pink."

"what were you trying to draw?"

"a baguette."

ashton slapped his knee, wiping at his watery eyes. "it's alright, calum, even if your passion is giant dick paintings."

"you're a giant dick painting," calum muttered to himself.

before ashton could return the banter, i sighed. "i guess i have to go to tutoring now." both boys frowned on my behalf. "we're still on for the indiana jones marathon at ashton's tonight, yeah?"

"of course we are," calum snapped, almost sounding disgusted that i would even ask such a question. "jesus, michael, do you think we would cancel this event without giving you a notice two weeks in advance?"

i just rolled my eyes at his dramatic self, elbowing him in the side. "i'm running late guys. i'll let you know when i'm done."