the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

thirty-nine // calls

"What?" The three boys asked, Ashton choking a little on his own spit. No. No no no.

"Yeah," Calum said it as if everyone should know that. "Haven't you ever bothered to look at their last names?"

"Greene." Luke sighed. "Amanda and Molly Greene."

"Sh*t."

//

"Come on, Luke," Michael poked his friend as they sat on his couch the next day. "One simple phone call. That's it. Tous."

Luke's hand was clenched around his phone, trying to find it in him to call his girlfriend - for some reason he hated calling her that - and tell her off about her cousin.

"Oh, God," Michael sighed, shaking his head. "You're such a pansy Luke. Just press the button and tell her." He said whilst rolling his eyes.

"It's not that simple; have you ever tried telling off your girlfriend about one of their family members?"

Michael smirked. "Never had a girlfriend. Never needed one."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear about you and Ashton's sexual adventures," Luke shuddered, though he felt a little lighter laughing.

Michael laughed too, but quickly went serious again. "Luke, call her. You do it or I will."

This scared Luke enough to press the call button.

"Hello?"

Luke was shocked by the slightly annoyed voice he heard come from Amanda, and pulled his phone way from his ear to check that he clicked on the right number; he had.

"Amanda? Hey, babe."

Luke heard some shuffling in the background and a few mumbles. "Oh, hi, Luke. What's up?" Amanda said, sounding a lot cheerier.

"Um, I need to talk to you," Luke said, nervously scratching the back off his neck. "Are you busy?"

"Uh... No. What's wrong?"

"It's about your cousin, Molly."

There was silence for a moment. "What about her?"

"Erm..." Luke looked at Michael nervously, mouthing What do I say? Michael rolled his eyes, and suddenly Luke's black iPhone was in his hand.

"Listen here Amanda, I don't really like you but I don't like Molly more. Just tell her one thing: f*ck off and leave Ashton alone."

"Mi-"

"Bye binch." Michael said, ending the call.

The pale lad looked over at his friend, who was simply staring at him. "What? Do to think you could've done it better?"

"Um, yes," Luke said matter-of-factly. "That was horrible."

Michael shrugged. "It'll get the message through. Now, FIFA?"

//

"Tsk, tsk, Ashton. I thought you were better than that, to be honest."

"I'm sorry for not wanting to play your stupid game!" Ashton huffed over the phone. "Who the hell plays guess the sound over the phone anyway?"

"Me," Michael said with a slight shrug as he picked at his (non-existent) nails.

"Whatever," Ashton scoffed, writing down some more ideas for an English assignment he had to finish. "So what're you doing?"

"Hmm..." Michael said, growing slightly distracted. "Thinking, I guess."

"About what?"

"Well, firstly, I was thinking about getting a tattoo," Michael said. "Or a few."

Ashton though for a moment. "You'd look good with a few, I think. They suit you."

Michael smirked a bit. "Thanks."

"What's the other thing?" Ash asked, his pencil dangling in his mouth as his brain went blank.

"Well..."

"Mike?" Ashton asked, sitting up. "What were you thinking about?"

The green-eyed boy's smirk only grew. "You in my bed, of course."

"Dammit, Michael. I'm trying to do homework."

"So?"

Michael heard a sigh, and the ruffling of some papers.

"Your window better already be open."

//an

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