A/N: Do you guys want smut? Who am I kidding, I've been dragging this out for so long because I really don't know if I'm good at writing smut and my friend from school is reading this so I have to listen to her freaking out about everything and what not. . . Its weird to have your irl friend comment on your fanfiction not gonna lie.
Also, seeing as some of you actually listened to what I suggested last chapter. . . I was wondering if you guys are up for world domination? I don't know if our squad is big enough yet but like, who doesn't want to take over the world?!
Regardless to say Garth wasn't happy that I accidentally ended up trotting through space at the red carpet.
Get it? Space because I was just so high?
Michael that was bad, it wasn't even the funny bad either.
Bad like your attitude? Snap Michael, you're on a roll.
Do me a favour and roll off a cliff.
[A/N: Pause for making hot chocolate. . .]
"Do you know how many of the headlines are about you being higher than Luke's hair?" Mr. Garth exclaimed, excessively pacing the length of the room.
See Michael, that's a funny bad.
"The only other headline covering the red carpet was about how someone accidentally set loose a chimp." He continues, spraying spit on one of his co-workers.
[A/N: Pause because I burnt the fucking shit out of my hands on said mug of hot chocolate. . .]
"In conclusion, we're sending Michael to New York to get really shitty photos of him with our actor to make their relationship believeable." Garth expained, coming to a stop and analysing each of us, challenging us to say something.
To which Calum snorted, "Because you're other plan worked so well."
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I watched Calum and the 'paparazzi' take position from across the crowded New York food court. I don't really understand why we had to fly all the way to New York to get low quality pictures of me and some guy--I think his name might be Dan? go on a completely lame date.
"Okay, wrap your arm around his waist, Mark." Garth instructed via little headphone things both of us had in.
He's taking this way too seriously.
An arm wraps around my waist, which feels nothing but uncomfortable.
"Michael, lean your head on his shoulder." Garth's voice whispers in my ear.
I forcefully hit my head against his chin, "Oh, my bad. Sorry Dean." I chuckle, even from a distance without hearing me you could tell it was fake.
He laughs like I just told him some stupendous joke, "My name's Mark." He snaps under his breath, his smile not becoming any less bright when he glares at me.
At least he's a good actor, maybe I'll actually watch the movie he's in. . . That was a terrible lie and I'm sure even an eggplant could tell.
After a little while of walking around and buying some food, Garth barks out another set of instructions.
"Okay, you two are saying goodbye now, big smiles."
You mean extremely fake smiles.
"You both realize you need to go around the other to get where you're headed to but you accidentally bump into each other."
I wasn't planning on bumping into him, I was planning on walking right around him like a normal person but David kind of forced himself upon me.
Three seconds before our body's collide Garth yells, "Accidentally spill your milkshake on his shirt!"
It sounded like an excellent idea, seeing as I had to sit around for half an hour while Darwin complained about lint getting on his two thousand dollar jacket, which will soak my milkshake up like a sponge.
Darren tries to back out last second, coming to the same realization I had a few seconds ago. Too late.
Farewell Milkshake, you'll be missed.
Apparently I'm really bad at accidentally on purpose spilling milkshakes on people, or I just really wanted to pour the contents of the large cup over his head. Its not like it matters, same out come really.
Darwin looks at me in disbelief, touching his weirdly styled hair in bewilderment.
And for the first time in two hours, I cracked a genuine smile.
The smile was quickly replaced with white, hot pain. "I don't know who raised you, but where I come from respect is something important. I don't care if I have to whip you into shape to get that respect from you, it will happen." Dan Dan the Asshat Man spits, pointing his manicured finger in my face.
"And that's a wrap, everyone regroup in three where we'll be taking the next flight to Sparks, Navada to meet up with Ashton and Lucas and continue the rest of the tour." Garth maps out the next couple hours, completely ignoring what Darwin had just done.
A/N: Totally had you waiting for the smut to come, didn't I?
I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. . . I've been avoiding this for so long, maybe next chapter. And c'mon, who can write smut with that gif on the side?
Ummmm, comment '(~￣▽￣)~' if you want to. Because, lets face it, who doesn't want to comment this little dancing guy having a good time?
FUN FACT: I'm going to be a skeleton for Halloween (I'm super excited (are you going out for Halloween? what'cha gonna be?))
FUN FACT:
(~￣▽￣)~ from the windooooow!
~(￣▽￣~) to the wall!
₍₍ ◝(￣▽￣)◟ ⁾⁾ to the sweat drip down my--!
(┌ﾟдﾟ)┌ nope, NEVERMIND, turn it off, we're done!
Have a lovely day? ₍₍ ◝(✖‿✖)◟ ⁾⁾
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Daft || Malum
Fanfiction"Don't be daft, Michael," Ashton laughs. "Calum's straight." ⓒ Cover by quantum-fags
