Calum's P.o.V
"W-What are you looking at?" I ask, stammering. I noticed Ashton was studying me with his glowing green eyes and the lovely hints of hazel. He blushed slightly. "Your shirt. Blink-182, they're pretty cool," he says. "Yeah. Um, d-do you mind if we went inside, its a bit cold out here," I point out. "Oh, uh, y-yeah. Sorry, c'mon," he said. Ashton opened the door and stumbled in. I covered my face to stifle my laugh.
"Sorry. So, um, I'm guessing Luke doesn't drink," he states. "Every now and then. I mean, he does, but not a lot," I say. He nods and grabs a water from the fridge. "Want one?" he asks. I shake my head. "So, what's new with you?" I ask. He arches an eyebrow. "Look, we just met. And maybe its just me, but I kinda like to get to know people who pull me away from flirtatious blokes," I say, chuckling. "Well take a seat. I'm a very detailed person," he says, smiling.
We sit across from each other on couches in the lounge. "So tell me about yourself Calum," he says. Dammit, I wasn't planning on going first. "My name's Calum Hood. I play bass. My favourite color's blue. I like pizza. There isn't much about me," I say. "Well, can I ask one question?" he says. "You just did," I joke. "You know what I mean," he says, smiling. I nod, chuckling. "Why was that guy hitting on you?" he asks. My face is red. I didn't want him to know. Not even Michael knew. Just Luke. "Umm, w-well I, uh, you see. I like... boys."
Why did I say that? Why did I tell him? Watch him run me off. "Calum. You like boys?" Ashton asks. I nod shakily. "W-Why are acting all shy now?" he asked. I shrugged. "Only Luke knows. And I guess you do too, now," I stammer. He smiles. "Well, gee, now I feel bad. Did you know boy?" he asked. "Kinda. But, he doesn't know I'm g- like that. Its okay Ashton. You actually saved me back there," I say. "Well, I guess it's mine turn now," he sighs.
Ashton's P.o.V
"Okay, well, my name is Ashton Irwin. I drum. My favourite color's red. I like spaghetti. I like Coldplay. Umm, that's all there is to me," I say. He nods, and I'm grateful he refrians from asking me if I'm gay. Because I'm not. I'm bi, but that's not what matter. "Spaghetti? Seriously?" he chuckles. "Yeah seriously. Problem Hood?" I joke. He smiles, and I can't help but notice the way his eyes crease when he smiles.
"So, has Michael ever gone to a club before?" he asks. "Yeah, the one we were at was actually his favorite," I reply. "Oh. Well, what time does he usually come home?" I shrug. "Depends. If he's drunk like he was when we left, I wouldn't bet on him coming home before two," I say. Calum sighs. "What's the matter?" I ask. "Its just hat Luke promised that we'd do some covers when they got back, but I don't think we should have a drunk Michael on camera," he chuckles.
"Maybe I could join you," I spit out. "Thanks, but I don't think Luke's going to want to. I think birthday boy's just gonna wanna spend some quality time with the hair dyer," he jokes. I chuckle, which actually sounds more like a giggle. "So you know about them too?" I ask with a smirk. "Who doesn't? Those too couldn't be more obvious," he laughs.
He was right about Luke wanting to spend time with Michael instead of covering. When they got home, Michael was too drunk to realize we could see him. Michael pressed Luke against the wall. Calum and I watched in silence as the two boys made out on my door. My poor door. Michael pulled back and dragged Luke away. Luke tugged on Michael's sleeve, so they both stopped walking. "Cal! Um, I'm so sorry. I know I promised you the cov- "Its fine Luke. Have fun birthday boy," Calum said, smiling. Luke blushed. "C'mon Lukey," Michael slurred, dragging Luke to a room.
I facepalm and Calum chuckles at me, raising an eyebrow. "What's that all about?" he asks. "Michael took Luke to my room. God, I hope they don't have sex," I say. Calum breaks down into laughter. "You wanna head to my place? I mean, since. You know," he said awkwardly. "Sure, I'll drive," I say, grabbing my key. "Yeah, okay."
We drive to his place. "You wanna play Fifa?" he asks. I shake my head. "Nah, I don't really like football," I admit. "Wait, what?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm not much of a football fan," I say. He stays quiet. "What?" I ask, laughing. "I'm debating whether or not to keep you in the band."
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can you not Ashton?! i mean, who doesn't like football?? you have funny commentators, crazy crowds, and really really REALLY handsome players. but then again Ashton isn't gay.... still! who doesn't like football? comment on this line and tell me if you like football or not. if you do, I love you! later
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