5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Sleepover (Best Friends)

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(( A/N: So I decided to do one in which you don't have like a make out session with him and your best friends. )) 

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Luke:

"Help me move the coffee table, Y/N." Luke demanded. You got up and helped him. You both laid down your sleeping bags and began fighting over the movie. "Amusement." Luke said. "Divergent." You said. "Amusement. "Divergent." "AMUSEment" "DIVERgent" "AmuseMENT." "DiverGENT" "AMUSEMENT." "DIVERGENT." You jumped onto Luke pushing him back and sat on his stomach. "Get off me, fatty!" Luke said. You raised yourself off of him a bit before plopping yourself back onto him. "DiVERgent." You said stubbornly. "Okay fine, get off of me.' Luke groaned. "I'm actually quite comfortable here," You said smirking. Luke cursed under his breath and pushed you off of him and you landed facedown. He flipped you over and began tickling your sides. You laughed trying to push away his hands, and he began pampering you with kisses all over your face. You scrunched your face up trying to kick him away. He finally got tired and plopped himself beside you. "So Amusement, right?" Luke said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

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Michael:

You weren't much of a drinker, but when it came to sleepovers with your best friend it was basically a club. Once you were totally wasted, you began ranting about how horrible your job was. "She was all like 'Bitch I NEED this in yellow'" You said describing a customer. You flopped onto Michael and began giggling "So I said 'Bitch, we don't have this in yellow' and she was all like 'Lemme talk to the manager' and I was all like 'I AM the manager.'" For some reason, Michael thought it was the funniest thing anyone ever said. He started laughing like there was no tomorrow. "But you're NOT the manager!" He said in between breaths. "I know, BUT I hate THIS JOB." You said adding emphasis to random parts. "Then QUIT." Michael said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "MICHAEL YOU'RE A FUCKING GENIUS!!!" You yelled and began jumping on the air mattress. Michael looked cheeky and said "I know,"

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Ashton:

"I play guitar but she's into drummers!" You sang along to the radio. Ashton pointed to himself and you laughed. "Y/N, I'm hungry." He said pouting. "CUPCAKES!" You both yelled in unison. "You're a genius!" You said in unison. "Great minds think alike!" You said together, and then began laughing. Once the batter and the frosting was done you asked Ashton, "Can you get me the muffin tin?" He looked at you like a snotty, bratty school girl. "Do you think I'm, like, your fucking maid?" Ashton said, with a lot of hip action. You wiped some batter on his nose, and he looked cross eyed at it. "How FUCKING dare you!" He cried. "Hey, don't fucking swear!" You said. Ashton threw a handful of frosting at you, and you cracked an egg over his head. He grabbed a gallon of milk and drenched you in it, a bitchy look on his face. So that's how World War 3 began.

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Calum:

(A/N I have no idea how I'm gonna make this)

Another rumble of thunder fills your ears. You hate thunder. And lightning. You wince as the room brightens with yet another lightning flash, as the rain pitter patters against the window. You try to stay quiet as your best friend Calum is sleeping next to you. You stretch under the covers and as another deafening clap of thunder fills your senses, you curl into a ball and hug your knees to your chest. You're about to fall asleep, when lightning flashes and you can't help but let out a yelp. You hope you haven't woken up your best friend. "Y/N?" He asks sleepily from his place next to you. "Yea?" You answer. As the thunder rolls again Calum seems to get the message. "Come over here," He says an pulls back his duvet so you can snuggle in with him. "It's not gonna get to you, I'm right here." He whispers into your ear. He begins humming a tune that you recognize as "Bye, Bye, Bye" by NSync. You fall asleep with him humming into your ear.

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