5SOS Preferences

Painting His Nails

Ashton: "Blue or pink?" You ask Ashton, holding up your two nail polish bottles for him to look at.

"Neither, preferably, but I guess pink. . ." He sighs, crossing his arms in a pouting style as you move closer, unscrewing the hot pink bottle's cap to paint his toe nails.

"You better turn the frown upside down, mister," you scold him jokingly, beginning on his right foot: "it's not my fault you lost the bet."

"Hush," he whines, glaring down at his nails, "it's just, this kinda ruins my whole punk rock image. . ."

"What punk rock image?"

Michael: "Babe," Michael begins as the lads and you two lay in the living room, watching the television: "do you think you could retouch the black on my nails?"

"Uh, sure," you shake your head, watching as he examines his nails before running into the bathroom real quick to grab the familiar bottle of nail polish he has grown to like, and run back.

"Wait, you were serious mate?" Luke laughs, realizing Michael was going to legit have his nails painted.

"Yes, I was. Now shut the fuck up Luke," Michael glares, causing Ashton to perk up and turn away from the show he had been watching.

"Hey, don't fucking swear!" (A/n: I had to tbh)

Calum: "Fuck, that shit stinks," Calum scrunches up his nose, watching as you begin to apply nail polish remover to his nails.

"Really?" You ask amused, "you think you'd be more still when I'm painting your nails then, so I didn't have to use this so much."

"Hey," he pouts cutely, "I couldn't help it! My song came on, I had to dance!"

"More like you wanted to dance," you roll your eyes, his pout forming into a smirk.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Luke: "Painting my nails is manly," Luke whispers to himself, causing you to look up from painting his left thumb red.

"Yeah? How many more times are you going to say that one?" You smirk, "so far I've counted eight."

"I'm going to say that until I feel better about this situation," he mumbles, biting his lip ring, "because right now I don't."

"Oh stop, tons of men paint their nails," you wave him off, going back to painting, "and besides, when I'm done you'll look fabulous!"

"Oh yeah, so fabulous. . ."

*
You know what bothers me? When people with brown eyes hate on their eye color. Like no, brown eyes are so warm and friendly and when they hit the light right they glow. If I could trade my green eyes for brown eyes I would, like to all of you brown eyed people out there you shall not hate on your eye color. I forbid you.

It's perfect and your perfect.

Also, I laughed my ass off at the picture to the right → all I could picture was some guy going "quick, kill the Asian kid before it's too late!" And then Calum flushing with anger, pulling out his sword, and charging them screaming: "IT'S KIWI!!!"

Skylar xx