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6 [unedited]

it's finally year twelve, and calum and luke couldn't be happier. they live happily under the same roof, and calum's mother treats luke like the other son she's always wanted. she decides to go out of town for a while.

tonight is the night that calum's invited luke to a party that one of calum's friends is hosting. luke reluctantly agrees, because after all, the schools whole gossip radar has fallen off the topic of luke being gay, and has moved on to it's next poor victim.

they arrive at the party around nine o'clock, and calum basically abandons luke the first chance he gets. luke is not upset, but rather knows that he and calum are two different types of party people; calum the loud and excited drunk, and luke the introverted loner in the corner who's only had about half a drink.

so there luke sits, at the bar in the kitchen where a random boy is whipping up drinks for anyone who asks. luke takes a sip of whatever the boy hands him. it's an odd light green liquid, and burns terribly on it's way down his throat. he doesn't finish it, and leaves it on the counter when he goes to look for calum. he's tired of sweaty bodies and the endless shouting.

luke finds calum in a back room, doing a keg stand with other rowdy boys. as he's let down, everyone shouts and pats him on the back, telling him he's beat the previous record. calum laughs, spotting luke, and stumbling towards him.

"hey, luke," calum slurs, pushing his friend's shoulder lightly. luke gives him a small smile.

"having fun?" calum smiles with only half of his mouth, beginning to walk past him.

"actually, not really," luke admits, following his wasted best friend. "would you mind going home with me?" he asks hopefully, seeing as they'd already been here for four hours.

"are you trying to get in my pants, lukey?" calum laughs loudly, running into a wall, and proceeding to yell at the wall, telling it how it should apologize for running into him.

"no, i'm trying to prevent you from getting alcohol poisoning," luke sighs, dragging calum away from the wall, him yelling profanities towards it the whole way outside.

on the ride home, calum leans over from the passenger side, leaning his head onto luke's shoulder and humming a horrible rendition of what luke believes is 22 by taylor swift. the dark-haired boy begins tracing a finger up and down the younger bloke's thigh, to which he reacts by stiffening his whole body. he gulps audibly, hoping that the sensation won't make for an awkward situation in his pants.

"why couldn't the melons get married?" calum asks, and luke lets out a breath of relief at the small distraction. calum doesn't wait for a response.

"because they cantaloupe."

when they get home, luke drags calum up the stairs and into his room, tucking him into bed after many protests, and getting him a fresh glass of water. luke then returns to his own room after calum passed out, and begins becoming distracted by his phone. so distracted, he doesn't hear calum come in and sit on his bed.

"calum, you need to get some rest," luke sighs, locking his phone. calum's brown eyes focus on his twiddling thumbs as he thinks. "i needed to do something," he says after a while. luke looks at him in confusion as a string of incoherent words tumble out of calum's mouth, and he quickly presses his lips against the blonde's.

luke is taken back beyond belief. he's imagined kissing calum's soft pink lips for many years now, and it feels just like he's always thought it would -- indescribable.

all the self-control he'd exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. calum's arms came up around luke's neck and he pulled him closer against him. the kiwi boy's lips began moving down his jawline, making luke's breath hitch in his throat. calum's kisses were so lazy and random, it was as if his lips were getting lost on the way back to luke's face -- that's how drunk he was.

everything was going perfectly, up until the moment calum opened his silly little mouth.

"i'm just experimenting," calum mumbles against his neck. luke's eyes fly open and his chest feels like it's been ripped open to make room for ten thousand knifes.

"get out of my room." he states firmly. calum looks at him with a shocked expression, but doesn't move.

"get out of my fucking room," luke hisses, and this time, calum hurries himself away. after he's gone, luke curls himself into a ball, tugging at the roots of his quiffed hair, letting out muffled screams and cries into his pillow.

it is at this moment that luke realizes, he is in fact completely and totally in love with calum hood.

haaaaaaaaa i hate myself bye