seven eleven ∞ m.c.

twelve

michael searches for hours, almost crying. he soon gave up, crying to calum. not literally, he just wanted sympathy. "did you check seven eleven?" calum asks.

"yes, four times."

"her grandma's?"

michael's eyes widen, slapping his hand to his forehead. "im so fucking stupid."

after a while, michael's eyes popped open. "she's going to her sister's wedding, i know she is. dude, i need a tux."

calum started laughing as he placed a rolled blunt between his lips. he looks at michael laughing even more. "you're serious?"

"yes im serious."

"i have one in my closet from last year, i don't know if you can fit it or not." he spoke, laughing still. michael, rolling his eyes, walks to calum's bedroom to look for the tux. once he found it, he stripped off his clothes to try it on.

soon enough calum knocked on the door, bursting into laughter. "you could pull it off, only if your hair wasn't red."

"ill dye my hair black then, dude, this feels so uncomfortable." michael wobbled his legs, feeling the fabric his his legs.

"you wanted it not me. are you hitting this or no?" calum holds out the blunt, michael taking it. "now you're going to have to wear cologne because you're going to smell like weed."

"im not even sure about going." michael sighs, sitting down on his bed. first he took off the pants, easily sliding back on his skinny jeans, ridding of the shirt and blazer, back to his white shirt and black leather jacket.

"you can't back out."

"she hates me, calum. i fucked up so much, not to mentioned lorie claimed me as hers. im not a possessive item!"

"isn't her name linsday?"

"i don't fucking know or care." michael whines, handing the half blunt to calum. he took one puff then put it out when he heard the door open.

he literally coughed up his lungs trying to hold the smoke down, then regretted it when he saw luke and ashton running up the stairs. "call ahead next time, I almost died."

"yeah, like the smell of weed isn't smell-able." luke rolls his eyes, joining michael on the bed. calum and michael kept lauren between them, not speaking of it to ashton or luke. "what are you guys doing?"

"michael has been invited to a wedding, and is hesitant because the pants aren't skinny jeans." calum winks, ashton laughing.

"dude, it's only for like six hours, five at the least. you can do it." ashton says.

"says the guy who couldn't keep his pants on around-"

"hey who wants pizza?" luke stops michael from going any further. "you have the shortest temper known to man."

"i don't care." michael rolls his eyes, following the three down the stairs.

it was quiet as the all sat around the island in the kitchen. ashton's hands weren't occupied, so obviously started drumming on the island top, making a beat. luke was ordering pizza, calum grinning.

"our guitars are downstairs." he smirks. "i found them while i was moving, oh and thank for your guys' help."

"you're welcome." michael winks, knowing he's being sarcastic. "grab the guitars."

"guys," luke walks in, holding a paper. "this was on your porch."

it was a paper about an upcoming wedding needing a band to play upbeat songs after the couple officially get married. "you think we can pull off green day songs?"

michael was shaking his head, knowing that the upcoming wedding, there's a chance lauren might be there. "come on mikey, it's going to bring memories from high school. and we get free cake plus two fifty each."

"whatever, do we have to wear tuxes?"

"im calling to find out," ashton laughs, grabbing his phone, and the paper from luke.

a/n

satan's waterfall of hell started today so I might have a slight attitude. (my period started if you didn't get that)

buT OMG 5SOS IS BLOOMING AHHAHA NO THIS IS JUST A WAY TO GEY HIM TO THE WEDDING ADJDKAL