5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

•you tease him•

You tease him: {Your P.O.V}

Calum:

I groaned and wiped a hand through my hair, flipping through the last few pages of the Science text book. “I’m never going to learn all this in time.”

My eyes raised as Calum walked into the room, making my heart flutter at the sight of him. “Need help?” He asked chirpily, perching on the other side of my bed, tilting it towards him.

I shuffled towards him and nodded, throwing the book towards him. I giggled and bit the inside of my cheek as he raised his eyebrows, looking lost as he scanned the words. “I don’t understand anything written down here.” He grimaced, closing the text book.

I shrugged, grabbing his hand, patting it teasingly. “Maybe you shouldn’t have dropped out of school, then.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to the day he told his parents that he didn’t want to continue with his education any further, and then shook his head. “Nope, it was the best decision I’ve ever made.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Are you sure about that? You’re not the best bass guitarist I’ve heard…”

~*~

Ashton:

I touched the top of his curly hair, winding a finger through it, and then letting go of it, watching it loosely unwind itself and nestle at the top of his head. “You’re not that punk rock, Ashton.” I said, patting his shoulder as he was watching the ‘I do what I want, I’m punk rock’ video.

His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. “I am too, he protested.”

“Oh, no you’re not.” I countered, climbing off his lap. “Luke has a piercing, Calum dropped out of school and Michael’s constantly changing his hair colour…” I trailed off, looking at his top.

“So?” He huffed?

I pointed towards his pony t-shirt and shook my head. “Not punk rock. That’s all I’m going to say, Ashton.”

~*~

Michael:

“(Y/N)!” He yelled, making me jump as he ran into the kitchen with a smile on his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pushing me in front of him as he used my body as a shield.

All of a sudden, a cold liquid was thrown on me, and I closed my eyes, pulling my wet top away from myself. “Luke!” I growled, watching the blonde haired cheeky boy laugh and usher towards the now empty cup in his hands.

“Shit.” Michael muttered, coming out from behind me, stifling a laugh.

“I’m going to kill you you...you-” I stuttered trying to think of a word to describe him. “Chameleon.”

He scrunched his eyebrows together, spluttering out in laughter. “Chameleon? Am I supposed to find that offensive?”

“Maybe.” I muttered.

~*~

Luke:

I raised my eyebrows at the suggestive comments that the boys were throwing at each other. As I walked in, they grew silent and Luke stood up to greet me. He wrapped his arms around me and I crinkled my nose in disgust, pulling away. “Did you have a shower after going for a swim?”

“Nope.”

“You smell like chlorine.” I teased, patting his chest, nodding towards the bathroom.

“I don’t!” He protested, smelling his arms.