Panic ✥Kiss Me Sequel✥

CHAPTER 5

"Michael and Ashton are here." I hear a soft voice say from above me, I open my shut eyes and groan. I trot down stairs where Ashton and Michael sit across from each other with tea and biscuts.

They look up from their laps and stare.

"Hi." I wave and decide wether to sit or stand awkwardly, i decide to sit on the couch with Ashton on it.

"Hey." Michael pauses, "Calum." I guess they are going to ignore the fact that ive risin ftom the dead like jesus.

"How are things." I ask the couple, "Did you guys finally make up? Is it offical yet?" I raise an eyebrow.

Michael sets his tea down and Ashton nearly chokes "What?" he spits, "Whats offical?" Ashton asks Michael.

"You guys are together right?" I ask, i mean im pretty positive i didnt dream this.

"No." Michael speaks, "No, Calum we arent." And this is how you greet your friends.

"Okay are you two just going to ignore the fact that calum has been asleep for half a year?" Luke says running down the steps, un aware of the conversation we just had.

Ashton puts one arm around me, "We were just getting to that."

"Group hug!" Michael announces.

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"What are we going to do?" I asked, "you guys announced we were on hiatus right?"

"Well, i don't think it's such a good idea if we get back together and you can't play bass. Can you?" Michael asks staring at my fingers, self consciously I move to sit on them.

"Yes." I sate, still not sure if I actually can.

Luke moves, stepping out of the room, he comes back. "Play."

I take the bass and lay it on my thighs. My left hand grasps the neck of the guitar. "Play what?" I ask.

"Something easy." Ashton shrugs "Twinkle Twinkle little Star." He giggles and a roll my eyes.

"Alright." I nod.

It was shaky I admit, i do need some practice.

"Okay, how 'bout this?" Michael sits up, "In three weeks if you can play bass we'll do 7 final shows." He looks around, Luke nods considering this, "I mean after if we want to continue we can. So like, 2 shows in America, like LA and another big stadium, like The Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis. 2 shows in here in Australia, Sydney and Perth. A show in London and one in Scotland. Then a show in Mexico, I'm pretty sure they like us there."

"That sounds good, but I feel bad for the other countries that can't go." I chime in, Ashton nods in agreement.

"Like I said, if we want to continue we can."

"I'm in." Luke says, "sounds good to me."

And then we do one of those lame, 4 way hand shakes where we all cross our wrists to grasp the others hand.

"Kay." Michael says, "I'm gonna go and tell the label."

Luke follows him to open the door, he comes back, "Oh by the way the fired Walter and the other ass hole."

"Oh." I blink, "thanks."

"No problem." Says Ashton, "they wanted me to dye or shave my hair for media attention. That was the last straw." He shook the curls out of his eyes.

"You'd look good with Pink hair." I poke his stomach.

"And even better bald." Luke winks.

"Stop!" He laughs, "I'm pretty sure everyone would kill me."

"They would."

And I don't really know how to end this chapter so there (: next chapter is eventful at least lol ;)