high score ✩ muke

1.0 - we were supposed to freeze frame high five in midair

ten; we were supposed to freeze frame high five in midair

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michael

"jesus, now he knows about my love of bubbline."

"mate, what?" calum shouted, quickly pausing the game of grand theft auto he was playing with ashton. i groaned, falling onto ashton's bed.

"how?" ashton asked, much more calmly than calum, who he slapped on the back of the head. calum glared at him before readjusting his glasses.

"i don't know, he started a conversation and it just like, slipped out," i told them, voice muffled by ashton's blankets.

"whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," calum stood up from the beanbag he'd brought from his house, crossed the room and sat next to me. "you talked to him?"

"yes i did."

calum's mouth fell open, and then he jumped off the bed and tackled ashton to the floor in an attempt to give him a high five.

"ow," ashton complained in a sour voice.

"fuck, ashton, we were supposed to freeze frame high five in midair."

"i don't even think that's possible," ashton chuckled, helping his ridiculous friend up from the floor.

"but our little butterfly son is leaving his nest, we should be as proud as real parents!"

"butterflies don't live in nests, cal-"

"shit!" i yelled suddenly, jumping out of bed, thrusting my phone in ashton's and cal's faces.

"what am i looking at?" calum asked after a couple of seconds, eyebrows raised.

"what- oh," i blushed, realizing the screen had turned off. i immediately entered my passcode and returned the phone to them. "he texted me, oh my bilbo baggins-"

"brethren!" calum stood up, shaking my shoulders. "now is not the time for hobbit talk! answer him, you bitch!"

ashton rolled his eyes, pushing calum into his beanbag. "shut up, calum, before you drive him crazy."

"thanks, ashton," i said, giving calum a pointed look before returning my attention to the phone.

luke: hey, it's luke :-)

michael 🌚: greetings

michael 🌚: tis michael

i immediately put my face in my hands, realizing how horrible that sounded. i tried to cover my ass.

michael 🌚: it's*

"nice save," calum whispered. i jolted, turning to see him and ashton reading everything over my shoulder. i was about to make a snarky comment challenging him to do better, but calum slapped me on the shoulder before pointing at my phone.

luke: why the moon emoji?

michael 🌚: it's my favorite

luke: it's creepy

michael 🌚: 🌚

luke: stop it

michael 🌚: 🌚🌚🌚🌚

luke: if i don't sleep tonight it's your fault

michael 🌚: ur welcome

luke: i didn't say thank you ;)

"fuck, what does it mean?" i nervously turned to my friends. these two friends, by the way, who have never had any kind of romantic interaction in their sixteen years of life.

"do i look like a love guru, michael?" calum exasperated, shaking his head in disappointment.

"well i don't know what to say!"

"okay, both of you calm down," ashton broke it up, putting a hand on each of our shoulders. "michael, just respond to whatever comes to your mind first. if you stress too much about what to say, you might not act like yourself."

"so michael always gets all the advice," calum complained, "but when it's me, you never have anything good to say?"

ashton simply shrugged. "no advice can help your love life, cal."

"oh, what's that supposed to mean?"

"it means i'm the only person who can bear you enough to love you," ashton said in a dramatically gushy tone of voice, clinging to calum's back and causing them both to fall over. they rolled around on the floor in laughter while calum failed to pull ashton's arms off of him.

"you two are so gay for each other," i rolled my eyes, watching them.

michael 🌚: my friends are so weird

luke: calum and ashton?

michael 🌚: yep

luke: want to get out of there?

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a/n: lmaoooo i forgot how much i love this story. how did i make calum so fkn funny?? idk. i'm not even funny lol

i'm emo cause this story originally had like 2m reads omg i hope people rediscover this!!