I Would- Muke

Chapter 2

"Aw! Mikey has wittle cwush! It's soooooo cute!"

   "I'm not cute! I'm punk rock." Michael pouted.

   "Sure. Suuuuuure." Calum trailed off, looking quite distracted. He was obviously staring intently at someone. Michael should know. He practically stared at Luke 24/7. Michael followed Calum's gaze and smirked. [AN: Only guys can smirk. I'm jealous. And sad.] His eyes had met a certain head of wavey dirty blonde hair and a pair of dimples that could be mistaken for craters on the moon.

   Ashton Irwin.

   "I didn't know you could be so hypocritical, Cal." Michael said, smirk promiment on his [AN:BEAUTIFUL] features.

   Calum's face flushed.

   "Uh, no. What?! I'm not! I don't like anybody! I don't like Ashton! What?!?! Why would you make those assumptions?!? That's absurd! Crazy! Ludacris!" [AN: Why am I Calum?...] He said, chuckling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

   Michael's smirk didn't waver or falter for a second. "I bet you wish that you were Ludacris, then maybe Ashton would love you."

   "I don't like Ashton." Calum said, eerily calm, which scared Michael, but only for a second. "I know you don't. You loooooooooooooooove Ashton!" Michael said, laughing and spreading 'love' into WAY too many syllables than needed.

   "I DON'T!" Calum yelled, gaining the attention, for the second time today, of everyone in the cafeteria. They all stared at Michael and Calum expectantly, as if they expected more yelling or even a fight to break out, when, in reality, Michael and Cal were just messing with each other and Michael pushed Calum a tiny bit over the edge. Calum was sat directly in front of Michael, face red and clenched fists set on the table. When he finally realized the silence and could feel all eyes on him, his eyes widened, hist fists unclenched, and he ultimately froze. And Michael was just stifiling major laughter at how utterly ridiculous this whole situation was.

   "Is there a problem here boys?"

   Dan.

  He wore his usual trying smirk. Calum rolled his eyes, thinking how much he would give to be invisible right now. Michaels was thinking the exact same thing. But while Calum's was just because he was annoyed and done wih everything, Michael's was out of pure fear.

   "Well?!" Dan asked, obviously irritated that he hadn't gotten an answer for his last question. His voice was rising and his clenched fists were raising, as if they were about to come in contact with someone's face. 

   "Stop it!'

   Michael's head snapped towards the sound of Luke's voice. There was Luke, satnding a foot or two behind Dan, his clenched fists down by his sides. Dan stood, still facing Michael and  Calum, but his eyes were wide and he just had an overall incredulous look on his face. And since everyone was staring at Luke by this point, Michael took the oppurtunity to get a real good look at him.

   Luke's lean frame was well over 6 foot. He had the most amazing bright blue eys, but they weren't always blue. Sometimes they were a cloudy gray color tht made Michael sad because he knew that that meant that Luke was sad. And in Michael's book, Luke should never be sad. Like, ever. Never ever never. And that's about  the point where Michael's train of thought(Luke was the conductor by the way) was cut off by Luke speaking.

   "I'm so sick of this. You always pick on everyone just to make yourself feel better! Or is it just because you don't want anyone to talk to me and Ashton so that you can keep us to yourself! You're afraid! You're afraid that we'll find out that the person is so much better than you! You're afraid we'll leave! And you know what? We would! Cause you're so gosh dang selfish! You only care about yourself and you don't care about other people! You only want power and popularity! And you  don't care who you have to step on tho get to the top! You don't care who's feelings you hurt! You don't care if someone goes home and slits their wrists because of the things that you say to them! You are the most selfish, greedy, and overall disgusting excuse of a human being I've ever met and I'm done trying to fix that! I'm tired of trying to fix you! I'm done, Dan. We're done." [AN: Oh my gosh that was 168 words of I don't even know. HOW DID I EVEN WRITE THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW]

   Everyone was left staring, gaping, at Luke. He's never been one to talk very much. Michael didn't think any of us had ever heard him yell before.

   Dan just screamed and ran out of the cafeteria. He probably left school. Michael couldn't blame him, if he was humiliated in front of a large portion of the school, he thinks that he would definitely be running home right about now.

   Luke stood there. Wide-eyed. He seemed as if he didn't know what had come over him. He turned to Michael. "I'm sorry about, uh, h-him, and, erm, myself." Luke sputtered flusterdedly[AN: is that even a word? No. Okay then. IT'S STAYING].

   Michael didn't know how to respond. "Oh, uh, n-no biggie, mate. Th-thanks for helping, uh, us." He managed to stutter out. Luke smiled at him, slwoly reagining his confidence. His eyes shifted between Calum and Michael. "What were you guys even talking aobut, anyway?" He asked the two boys, chuckling.

   Michael smirked. Calum reddened. "You see, Calum here-" Michael got cut off by Calum's hand going over his mouth. Which was a mistake. "Ew! Michaeeeeeeeel! Did you haaaave to lick my hand!?" Calum exclaimed. He wiped his hand on his jeans exasperatedly. He groaned, saying, "How do you have so much saliva?!" Michael simply shrugged. luke let out a big breath of laughter.

   "You two bicker like children! It's hilarious!" Calum pouted. "We're not children..." He muttered, trailing off at the end. Luke just chuckled at the two. Then he got a cheeky look on his face.

   "You guys still didn't tell me why Calum was screaming."

   Calum"s face flushed and he gulped.

   Michael just regained his smirk.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: HAHA A CHAPTER! WOOOOO! Dedicated to EverydayGirl because her comment made me really happy! :). This was rather fun to right and I just kinda listened to Fall Out Boy while writing this and that was my Wednesday and I finally finish it an 1:28 am an oh my gosh i'm tired but internet kids don't sleep ahaha

Picture of cashton because, why not?

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