Unlikely

"you cant be serious, mikey"

Calum

I struggled up the stairs, heaving my heavy bass onto my shoulder.

"Come on, Cal. You can't be late for your first practice." My best friend, Michael, called from the top of the stairs. He had invited me to join his band, and I graciously accepted. I groaned, reaching the top and standing next to Michael. "Atta boy." He slapped me on the back and continued down the hallway.

"Will they like me?" I called up to Michael. He turned and walked back to me.

"Of course they will. Now come on." When we reached the door and the end of the hall, Michael knocked lightly. "Guys, it's Mike. Open up." The door swung open, revealing a room strewn with sheet music, empty Gatorade bottles, and wooden drumsticks. "This is Calum." He guided me into the messy room, as I grinned brightly.

"Hi! My names Calum," I held out mt hand for the others to shake. "And you two must be Luke and Ashton." The other boys took one look at my outstretched hand and burst into laughter.

"You can't be serious, Mikey." The tall blonde gasped, holding his stomach.

"Yeah, get this kid out of here." The one with a red bandana added on. My face fell and I dropped my hand as tears pooled in my eyes. I ran out of the room, dropping my beloved bass on the floor. I collapsed on the carpeted floor in the hallway, small sobs escaping my mouth.

"Calum?" Michael stepped out of the room, spotting me on the floor and kneeling down to me.

"How could they be so...cruel?" I squeaked out between cries. "I-I thought they would like me." I looked up at Michael, hurt written across my face.

"They will, I promise. For now, just come back in and show them your skills." I nodded reluctantly, standing up and composing myself before reentering the room.

"Oh, look. Crybaby's back. What'd you forget, your dignity?" The tall one sneered.

"Lay off, Luke." Michael glared at him from the doorway. "You too, Ashton." I ignored them, picking up my bass and tuning it before playing a few chords. Luke's mouth dropped open, as did Ashton's. Suddenly, with a new look of respect on his face, Ashton began an easy beat, going along with my chords. I looked over at him and grinned, bobbing my head up and down. But then my fingers hit the wrong string and it all went to hell. Ashton stood, throwing down his sticks.

"I knew it wouldn't last," he scoffed at me. My face fell and I set my bass back down, fiddling with the hem of my tank top.

"Mike, can we talk? Outside?" Luke looked at Michael with an expression that said we need to talk. He simply nodded and walked out, Luke on his heels.

Luke

I followed Michael out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

"Babe? What's up?" Michael murmured, running a finger down my arm.

"I, I don't like the way Calum looks at you." I stammered out, shifting backwards ever so slightly. His eyebrows furrowed and he dropped his hand.

"What? He's my best friend, Luke. I don't," he shook his head, "I don't like him like that. Get over yourself."

"N-no! Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that. I just feel like," tears welled up in my eyes. "Like we're drifting apart. And I feel like Calum would be the final wedge between us." I felt the tears roll down my cheeks and Michael's expression became sympathetic.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You know how I get sometimes." He pulled me into him, kissing my lips softly. "I love you." I smiled slightly and pulled open the door, walking back into the room.

"Get out. No one wants you here!"

"Michael wants me here! He wants me here more than you!" Michael and I had just walked into a major screaming match between Calum and Ashton.

"You fucking liar! We all know he just pities you for being a fucking loser!" Calum's shoulders dropped and he seemed to stop breathing.

"Calum?" Suddenly, Michael was next to him, rubbing his back slowing and soothingly. "Hey, hey. You're okay." He turned to me and Ashton. "Practice is over. See you guys on Monday." He helped Calum out of the door, grabbing the bass and glaring at Ashton before slamming the door shut.

"What the fuck did you do?" I yelled at Ashton, shoving his shoulders into the wall.

"Woah! Calm down, rainbow boy. All I did was get him a little riled up, that's it. Just because it made your boyfriend pissed doesn't mean you have to be. Jesus." He muttered the last part under his breath.

"You little fuck." I advanced towards him, bringing my fist up to hit him in the jaw.

"Oh, you want to fight? Let's fight. Come on. Show me whatcha got, rainbow boy." I tackled him to the ground, straddling him. I hit him in the nose with my fists repeatedly, feeling the bone give way underneath my hands. I relished in the feeling of hitting him, like it was my drug and I was higher than the clouds. He pushed me up and off of him, returning my blows with a swift knee to the stomach. I bent over, groaning. "What, rainbow boy tired already?" I straightened up, obviously surprising him, and hit his jaw, hard. He stumbled backwards before falling onto a piled of Chinese take-out boxes. He didn't move. Shit. I ran to him, taking his face in my hands.

"Ash? Ashton, come on, Ash, quit messing around. ASHTON." He sat up suddenly, before leaning back ans holding his nose. "Ash? You okay?" He glared at me.

"You broke my nose, asshole."

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