muke

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lol i'm gonna go badass on this story and not use caps lock lolololol k bye. oh wait btw if this gets confusing please ask in the comments :) don't just keep reading because I want you to understand the story.

BTW THEY ARE ALSO OLDER IN THIS FIC.

MIKE IS 20 (turning 21 soon)

LUKE IS 20 (birthday just passed)

ASH IS 22 (birthday already passed)

CAL IS 20

so basically, instead of the year being 2014, it's 2016 hhehehehhe i'm rad

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     luke hollering from his bunk announcing that it was michael's turn to go grocery shopping was not a nice way to wake up on a monday morning.

     he smiled smugly, taking another sip of his orange juice as he watched ashton cover his head with his pillow. calum snuck a small sip when luke placed the juice box down on the floor. (ok he gulped everything down and hid in his bunk. luke'd probably throw a small fit about the situation so calum thought it would be best to keep quiet)

     meanwhile, all the people in the tour bus could hear michael's groans from the bathroom and ashton was afraid that their security guards and their driver would think that michael was like, wanking off or something. (not like it hadn't happened before. but still- that's just, no)

     michael stepped out of the tiny bathroom and shrugged his shoulders, grabbed a black loose long sleeved knit shirt, and slipped it on. luke chuckled at that, reminding michael that it was mid-fucking-july and that he didn't need to wear something that luke would wear in a snowstorm. (michael smirked at that, mumbling, 'your mum wouldn't let you go out like that, she'd probably give you a time out even if you are twenty')

     but of course, luke ignored michael's playful insult and proceeded to list reasons and arguments as to why he couldn't just wear one of his 'famous muscle tees'. michael just shrugged and answered with a casual 'don't feel like it' answer. luke didn't feel like arguing about it anymore, he was grateful enough that michael didn't disagree on going.

     calum jumped off of his bunk, handed some american bills to michael and whispered,

     "don't forget to buy my special cereal"

     which michael answered with a loud,

     "if you want your special sugar cereal, give me extra money because this is for my hair dye."

     and calum swore he wanted to slap michael straight in the pale face then and there because ashton didn't allow the younger boy to eat sugary cereals. according to the older lad, calum was hyper enough during the day, and ashton didn't need him waking up at five in the morning to finish the whole damn box of cereal, only to be faced with insomnia at night due to the strong sugar rush.

    "i'm leaving!"

     michael declared, beginning to walk towards the exit of the tour bus. ashton propped himself up on his elbows and called after michael. "wait, mike! what colour?" he asked, a sleepy smile plastered on his face. michael shrugged. "maybe i'll go for the light blonde look, or maybe black again.. i don't know, i swear i've dyed my hair every decent co-"

     calum stammered in his bunk, catching everyone's attention. he really, really, really wanted his sugary cereal. he tried to keep his cool as he talked. "guys i think we should let mike leave, we've been holding him up for like, ten minutes.." calum chuckled nervously, glancing towards ashton to make sure he didn't think anything suspicious was going on with him.

     michael nodded and dismissed himself from their security guards. (who insisted on coming but michael also insisted that he was almost twenty-one and that he was capable of going to Target on his own)

     michael laughed as he heard luke whining about calum finishing his juice box again and began his journey to Target with a small smile on his face.

     he was walking around with sunglasses on as a disguise. niall had disapprovingly given him a frown and a thumbs down on his disguise but michael just laughed and told the older boy that he certainly was not going to wear a red beard and red eyebrows, definitely not. which of course niall pouted to and simply replied with a "fuck, do whatever ya want" and michael thought the lad was mad until he burst out in hysterics and michael had just decided to leave the room. he thought the dude was like, crazy or something. (he kinda was)

    michael was beginning to get tired. this was a workout for him since he hadn't done much walking lately, just sitting in the tour bus, beating calum at fifa. he was kind of upset at luke. the other day, luke had said that the nearest Target was just walking distance and michael didnt really think that this was even considered a driving distance. (did i mention michael exaggerated a lot?)

     when michael saw the red and white Target logo in the distance, he began jogging until he was in front of it. he mentally made a reminder for himself to get a treat later for doing this full body work out.

     he walked in, feeling as though he was in paradise. they had everything in there, even socks. how astonishing.

     the oblivious boy walked around, throwing everything and anything into his red shopping basket.

     his shopping time was coming to an end. he had to be back in less than an hour and the walk was pretty damn long so michael had to hurry. all he needed left was his hair dye and hopefully without too much struggle of picking out what colour to get, and without getting mobbed at the checkout place, he would be able to get back in time.

     while he was trying to look for the aisle where the hair dying stuff was, he felt a small, firm poke on his leg. michael turned around and and found a little girl staring up at him.

     "um, mister, i have a question" the little girl's voice was high and cute. michael knelt down in front of her, examining her through his sunglasses. she looked somewhat familiar but he was sure he hadn't seen her in his life before. "what's your question?" he asked. michael found his voice sounding.. nicer, smoother even.

     "um, i dunno where to find the cwayola hair colowing bwush" her choice of words were smart, but her pronunciations were not. michael found it cute though, how tiny and innocent she was. plus, she had pink highlights. he could definitely see her as a rock star when she got older.

     it kind of made his heart warm, talking to a little girl with pink highlights and bad pronunciations. she kind of reminded him as .. himself

     "right this way, sweetheart"

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so sorry for the long, draggy, sucky chapter. i swear they'll get better omf this is a fail.

oh and make sure to follow butterflymalik bc she's rad and she's making a new Liam fic :) it's gonna be rad too lol.

ily please please please don't think that the whole book is going to be boring like this because I swear it gets way better.

gif of michael on the side bc cutie