Calum: "I would seriously pay to see that movie again," you remark as you and Calum walk out of the theater and head down to the food court. "No you wouldn't," Calum shakes his head, knocking his shoulder to yours when he sees you give him a skeptical look. "Y/N, we've been friends for years and we're dating; not to mention the fact that you were raised by your parents. You wouldn't spend money to see a movie again, even if you liked it." "Okay Mr. 'I'm Smarter Than Everyone Else'," you roll your eyes, finding a table and setting your stuff down. "There's too many people here," Cal huffs out, taking your hand across the table and tracing the lines on your palm. "It's a Friday night, Cal, what did you expect?" you laugh, looking out at the sea of people. "I expect the guys here to not stare at my girlfriend while I'm with her," he growls, pouting as he gives you puppy eyes. "You're dumb."
Michael: "You know, most teenagers are out getting drunk or having sex on Friday nights," you point out as Michael walks into your house holding a plastic bag full of DVD's and microwave popcorn. "We can get to that later," Michael winks, making you blush as you shut the door behind you. He waves hi to your parents as he takes the stairs down to the basement with you right behind him. "So do you want to watch Frozen first or Captain America?" he asks, holding up the two DVD's as you crack open a liter of Mountain Dew. "Frozen," you reply, pouring one cup for you and another for him. "That way my parents won't complain when we're singing along while they're sleeping." "Good thinking," he nods, opening up the case. "But I was serious before. I brought condoms and everything." "You're disgusting." "You weren't saying that last week."
Ashton: You sigh, taking a swig of the crappy beer that seemed to be popular with everyone else, grimacing and throwing out the cup before opting for a can of Coke and returning back to your spot against the wall. Your eyes rove over the crowd of people, hoping to spot a familiar face or your best friend. "You look like you're having the time of your life," a voice shouts from beside you, making you jump and almost spill your Coke all over yourself. You look up and see a tall boy standing beside you, his hair peeking out from beneath his beanie and a cut up band shirt exposing his arms. "Totally," you agree, nodding your head enthusiastically. "Crappy alcohol and crappy music, I love it." "Would you wanna maybe ditch this party and head over somewhere else? I know a place that has better drinks and there's an open mic night tonight with some pretty great acts," he offers, shrugging his shoulders as he smiles shyly at you. "Sure, why not. I think we deserve to enjoy our Friday night."
Luke: "I haven't had pizza in so long," you groan as you open up the box and the smell of fresh pizza hits you immediately. You grab a slice and drop it on to your plate, grabbing a cup and pouring yourself some Sprite. "You know, it's kind of ridiculous that there's six of us and we ordered 3 pizzas." "We're growing, hormonal teenagers," Michael replies defensively. "We need our food." "And pizza's good," Calum shrugs, the boys nodding along with his statement. "Just start the damn movie," Luke grumbles, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him. "Calum, stop moving so much, you're making the bed shake," Ashton complains not even five minutes into the movie. "I don't know why I look forward to sleepovers with you guys, I always end up getting really annoyed," you state, leaning your head on Luke's shoulder. "At least you get to suck Luke's dick while everyone's sleeping," Michael shrugs. "Michael!"
