EVERYONE WANTED A PART 2 SO HERE IT COMES
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Michael:
What the hell had you gotten yourself into? You looked at the clock. 7:18. Michael was coming in less than an hour. Deciding you didn't want to dress up too much for this, you slipped on your faded skinnies and a flowy white shirt. "It's not a real date," you told yourself. "Michael Clifford's just taking me out for a while, then I'm coming home and pretending it never happened. You looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror, slightly stressed about the upcoming "date". As you were fixing your hair and adding final touches to your makeup, the doorbell rang, and you heard your mother opening the door. Looking at the clock, you noticed that somehow time flew and it was now 7:56. "Y/N? There's, ah, a very tall boy here to see you," she said. You walked out of your room, and you saw Michael standing there. He had changed his hair; it was red now, and he actually looked really nice. "Are you ready to go, Y/N?" He asked. Slightly confused, you nodded and said goodbye to your mother, who smiled and waved. Michael walked you to his car, opening the door and helping you in before he entered the car himself. "I was gonna take you to the movies, is that alright?" You smiled nervously and nodded, and the both of you headed to the nearest cinema.
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"Two tickets for Big Hero 6, please," Michael asked the woman at the counter. You looked at him incredulously. "What? You don't want to see something like, I don't know, a horror movie, maybe?" Michael chuckled and put his arm around your waist. "Nah. Big Hero 6 looks funny," he replied, and he took the tickets from the woman at the counter. Once the two of you were actually inside the theater, you asked Michael a question. "Why do you act like an ass twenty-four-seven?" Michael laughed and replied, "I gotta keep up an image, Y/N. That's really it." Shrugging, you said, "So you're not really a 'bad boy' at all?" "You tell me," he retorted, and before you could say anything else, you found Michael Clifford kissing you roughly; you were kissing him back and bit your lip to resist a moan as he kissed down your neck, biting on some places and leaving marks for sure. You knew, only you, that Michael wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be as he murmured how much he liked you against your neck.
Ashton:
"Blake! I'm going on my date with Ashton now," you yelled at your brother as you threw on a sweater and grabbed your keys. "Okay! Text me if he messes around so I can kick his ass!" He responded with a smirk. He gave you a quick hug and you walked out to your car, off to the music festival downtown to meet Ashton. As you arrived to the festival, you noticed a big gray truck in the parking lot of a Starbucks, so you parked next to the truck and walked into the coffee shop. There he was, wearing blue jeans for a change, bobbing his head to the music coming from his headphones. Ashton looked up and saw you coming towards him, and he stood up and pulled his headphones out. "Y/N...you look great," he said, smiling. Something about his smile made you smile. "Why are you smiling?" He giggled. "Nothing! It's just...you have dimples. Literally the cutest things," you told him. Ashton smiled again and opened the coffee shop door. "Shall we?" He offered, gesturing to the crowded streets, filled with people excited for the festival.
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Hours later, beautiful lights lit up the streets. You and Ashton had heard some amazing artists, and now the streets were slowly emptying. "Wow, Ashton, this was so much fun," you sighed, holding your sweater tighter around you. It really was. There was a band playing somewhere down the street, and the lead singer was howling about two peope in love, and everyone knew it but them. Slowly, you felt fingers entwine with yours; you looked down to see Ashton's hand holding yours. "You're not a bad guy at all, Ash," you said, almost whispering. A dimple appeared in his cheek as he smiled. The two of you continued to walk down the street, and as you both entered your cars to go home, Ashton left a kiss on your cheek and a new feeling in your heart.
Luke:
Where was Luke? You felt so stupid, sitting alone at the Cheesecake Factory. You should've known he didn't really want to go on a date. As you were about to leave, a tall blue-haired boy stopped you. "Whoa, Y/N, where ya going?" Luke asked, a smirk playing on his lips. With an inward sigh of relief, you sat back down. "I thought you stood me up," you admitted, playing with your hands in your lap. "I wouldn't! I swear! I...couldn't stand you up," Luke said, blushing. "Why?" You asked. "Y/N, do I really have to say it?" He whined. Deciding you liked seeing him squirm, you nodded your head. "I LIKE you, Y/N. A lot! And I know I'm a jerk but I don't wanna be a jerk to you anymore. I wanna be the guy that you call at freakin' 1:46 in the morning if you're sad or the guy that you want to take you to dances and parties and all that shit so weirdos don't hit on you. Please, Y/N," he pleaded. Looking in his bright blue eyes, you saw that he really wanted you and only you. "Luke, I-" you began, but he cut you off. "Please, Y/N, I'd never ever do anything to hurt you. You don't even realize it but you're so fucking special to me. Let me be yours." He ran his hands through his blue quiff. "I promise, Y/N," he finished. "I guess," you shrugged. Luke rolled his eyes, but he smiled at you. "I can already tell you're gonna drive me crazy, but you're worth it," he told you before leaning over the table and giving you a quick kiss.
Calum:
"Calum, this is so nice," you told him. He had invited you to his apartment. When you arrived, you were shocked to see his small kitchen decorated with candles. The table had a vase filled with sunflowers, and there was Mexican food on the table. "This is so sweet, I've never had a guy do this for me before," you said, and you sat down. Calum smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice that his the corners of his eyes crinkled when he truly smiled and he ran his hands through his hair when he didn't know what to say next. "I invited you tonight because I wanted to thank you," he said almost in a whisper. "Why, Calum? I've honestly done nothing." He sighed. "No, Y/N, you've definitely done something. You saw through all the bullshit, you knew the whole 'bad boy' image was a joke. But you're the only one. I needed a way out, and I found one. You." He said quietly, looking you right in the eye. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured. Instantly, you were on your feet, walking over to him. He stood up as well, and when the two of you came in contact, he wrapped his arms tightly around our waist, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. You were on your tiptoes and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. "I'll...I will always be here for you, Calum."
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