Wouldn't it just be a complete bitch if I 'accidentally' killed off one of them in this?
Don't worry, nothing bad happens.
"Hurry up Calum!" Michael squeals excitedly, practically running ahead of Calum. He'd been doing that for the last three blocks.
"Calm down, I may have wheels but that doesn't make me Hot Wheels." Calum whined, he didn't have time for this. Their wedding happened to be tomorrow and he happened to be the one planning it with the help of Luke's mum because Calum's family was off somewhere in America--Michael insisted on having a private detective hunt them down--and Michael's mum is homophobic. . .
"Just a little bit farther, I swear." Michael was giddy and Calum had yet to understand why. Calum made it around a corner and came to a stop beside the certainly orange haired boy, looking around he didn't see anything out of the ordinary that would make Mikey act like this.
It looked like any other neighbourhood, children riding bikes up and down the street, one family having a barbecue, another playing soccer in the drive way, couples walking their dogs, smiles everywhere. All houses seemed to be lively but one.
"I don't get it." The wheelchair ridden Australian stated, looking up at his fiancee expectantly.
"Well," Michael began, wheeling Calum down the sidewalk. "I thought its about time we start acting like we're getting married tomorrow. . . So welcome home!" He spun the wheel chair to face a little yellow two story house with white trim and a single black wiry number that labeled the house as number 5.
"You're joking right?" The shorter boy asked, half expecting it to be one of Michael's ridiculous jokes. When Michael's smile didn't flatter and he didn't start laughing Calum nearly began to ball, because he could see them living there.
He could see them eating ice cream on the small open porch, laying on the grass in the front lawn looking at stars, he could see other people too. Michael's dad stopping by to check up on them, Luke and Ashton throwing water balloons around despite being almost twenty. All of their cats lazing around in the sun and chasing each other around the house.
Calum actually started to cry when he pictured people he'd never seen running around, children to be more specific. A little boy with fluorescent green spikes, a girl learning to play guitar, a brunette kicking a soccer ball around, a girl with deep purple curls searching for bugs in the grass, they just seemed to fit the house.
"Hey wait, don't cry! W-We can find another place! Just don't-don't cry because if you cry, I'm going to cry and then we'll both be crying and, and. . ." Michael trailed off, seeing the smile that graced Cal's lips as tears slid down his cheeks.
"It's perfect." Calum whispered, fiddling absentmindedly with one of Michael's hands.
"Want to see the inside?" He asked softly, brushing away a few of Calum's tears with his sleeve.
Calum nodded enthusiastically, placing his calloused hands against his wheels. Calum frowned when Michael slapped his hands away.
"If my beautiful fiancee can't walk with me into our first house, I don't want to walk ever again." He wrapped a steady arm around Calum's waist and helped him stand. As if to answer the tanned boy's curious brown eyes he adds, "We're in this together."
It took them at least ten minutes to make it all the way to the door but Michael didn't complain once, stopping whenever Calum stumbled, making lame jokes to make Cal laugh through his tears.
Michael carried Calum upstairs to what would soon be their bedroom, explaining to Calum how much he liked the open floor plan. He'd been rattling off random colours to paint the walls when he let out a cry.
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Fanfiction"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm alrea...
