toxic // muke

a bird just ate calum

michael's pov:

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my phone screen flashed, distracting me from the beer can that was elevated to my mouth. i swiped the screen over to open it.

from: lukey:)

michael!!!!! hey!!!!!!!!! i think a bird just ate calum but he'll come out the other end in a few days....... LOOOOOOOOL. xx

this was hinting to me that he was drunk, but you never know with luke. the next one reassured my theory, because we never have sex when ashton and calum are with us. 

can we have sex when i get home baby??????????????? love u sooooooooo much. :* xx

yep. he's drunk, alright. i had been drinking but was only buzzed, he was slammed, but where the hell were they?

i tapped on the green icon next to my text icon. scrolling through my contacts, i found ashton's contact, ash:p, and pressed call. he answered after three rings.

"hello?" ashton's voice rang through my ears. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MY BABY?" luke chimed in. "it's michael, you dumbass." ashton spoke clearly, i would assume directed to luke.

"where the fuck are you guys?" i questioned, yelling, trying to make sure he could hear me, since really loud music, party rock anthem, was playing in the background.

"we're at lindsey's house. i am literally the only sober one here." 

"oh oka- wait. DID YOU JUST SAY LINDSEY? THAT LITTLE SLUT, LUKE'S EX GIRLFRIEND? GOD DAMN ASHTON." i scolded.

"ummm... oh hey, uh.. would you look at that- free hot dogs. okwellireallyshouldbegoingnowbyemichael." he ranted, really hurriedly. god damn it. if luke's cheating on me i'll fall apart. i know it.

i flicked whatever stupid show was on the tv off, snatched my keys from the counter and threw the door open- forgetting my shoes- until i stepped into the freezing snow.

"GOD DAMN IT, HOLY SHIT." i practically shrieked. i skipped back inside, threw on shoes and ran back outside, hopped into my car- well, ashton's car- and drove to the bitches house. when i arrived, the door was unlocked, thank god, so i opened it, and looked around, the place was trashed, and i mean really fucking trashed, it's disgusting.

there is beer, wine, liquor, everything, on the counters, party hats all over, food covering every inch of the ground, a gigantic stuffed bird- the bird that luke must've been talking about- stuffed in the oven, whilst the oven was on and open, may i add, and two people having sex on the couch. that's fucking great. for a moment, i thought about finding a bathroom so i could wash my eyes out, but i had a call to mind of what i was supposed to do.

and then the next thing i get to see is my boyfriend- yes, luke- grinding- that's right, full on grinding- against lindsey, and i almost horked at the sight of it, meanwhile, ashton and calum were whoring around with two girls in the kitchen, flirting their poor little asses off.

"l-luke?" i stuttered across the words. i really thought i could trust luke, but i guss i was wrong.

"oh, hey! guys- michael's here!" he hollered to prick number one and prick number two, across the house. luke is so drunk he doesn't even remember that we're together, wow. ashton spun around and saw the hurt in my eyes.

i bolted for luke, slapped his hand off of her waist, pulled the rest of his body away from her and yanked him towards ashton, who i heard mumble a 'fucking shit' under his breath, who grabbed calum and we all got in the car.

"i- i'm sorry, michael." ashton sighed, he looked over at me from the passenger seat, and he knew i was pissed because i was even driving like an asshole.

"i want to kill you, irwin. he's drunk, you're sober. you were supposed to keep an eye on him." and with that remark, we pulled into the driveway, and calum and ashton ran upstairs while i just sat there on the couch, starring at luke, who was next to me.

luke kept trying to cuddle his head onto me, so i had to push him off so many times that i lost count. i finally just let him and fell asleep with his head on my shoulder, and his arm digging into my side.

"mikey, are you angry at me?" he approched me, the next morning, after i had been shunning him.

"luke. listen; you were with your ex when we're in a relationship. you just can't commit to me."

"it's not a big deal..." he trailed off of what he was saying.

"YOU WERE GRINDING AGAINST THE SLUT, LUCAS." i furiously yelled at him.

luke's pov:

"you're overreacting. just shut the fuck up, yeah?" i sassed. seriously, i was drunk, jesus.

"oh, i'm sorry, i didn't know it was appropriate to have sexual confrontations with others while in a relationship. here; let me go fuck ashton and see if you're okay with it, yeah?" he pointed out to me, making me flinch a bit.

"hate you so fucking much." i groaned, and with that i found myself slammed against the wall. 

a/n:

howdy, my name is jenny and i like to pretend that i'm an australian fashion model. wbu?