Hatred // Muke

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(listen to the song above when it comes up (: who goes to ROWYSO next year & where?
I go in Brussels, 21 may 2015 and I'm not ready nor will I ever be)

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luke and michael were currently driving towards ashton's house where their first band meeting would be.

to be honest, it sounded all very professional and well agreed in advance, but michael knew that they would probably only eat pizza and play grand theft auto or fifa all day. ashton was just rich as hell so he probably already had the newest playstation that nobody had, because you couldn't buy it in the store.

luke was humming along with the song that was playing on the radio and suddenly he began to sing some parts of it; and michael had to agree that his voice was really nice.

he looked out the window and there were already lots of children playing outside; it was a beautiful, bright sunny day.

'so grass, what is your favorite song?', luke asked michael and he was stunned. did luke hemmings really asked him a question or was this all a dream?

'I don't know, the songs that I like change from time to time, it depends on how I feel at that very moment', michael replied. 'deep clifford', luke chuckled sarcastically.

'in what colour are you going to dye that crazy hair of yours?', luke asked him. 'you can choose', michael shrugged. 'really?', he asked him, a bit surprised because he didn't think that michael would ask him that.

it's just the fact that luke terrorises him every day and he knows that he hurts michael. sometimes he wonders why he does something like this to him; is michael really a bad, stupid and ugly person?

'you know clifford, maybe you should dye your hair red. oh wait, I dare you to dye your hair red', luke said. 'I don't think you should to a dare with me, certainly not if it is about dying my hair', michael chuckled. 'why not? if you dare to dye your hair red, you can choose a thing that I need to do', luke said. 'deal?', michael asked him to be sure that luke really meant it. 'it's a deal', luke said.

after a few more minutes of luke humming and occasionally singing along to the music they finally saw ashton's house. okay no scratch that; villa.

luke had to open his door to push on the button to open the fence; it looked al very posh and expensive.

'ash it's me and grass here', luke said and there was some noise coming from the intercom. michael rolled his eyes because luke isn't creative enough to come up with a new name for him so he needs to say grass all the time. a few seconds later the fence opened and they made it to ashton's front door.

'hola chica's!', a voice yelled when the door opened. of course it was calum who had yelled that, him being the only one that would yell such things as that.

'how are you mikey?', he asked him when they had locked the door and they had entered the villa. 'I'm okay thanks', he smiled. 'let's go to ashton's music room!', he said cheerfully. ashton has a music room? how rich is this kid?

luke and calum already knew that he has a music room obviously; they're friends since they're twelve. but to michael, all of this was new. there was a grand piano in the middle of the room, various guitars were hanging on the walls and ashton was sitting behind a huge drum installation. this was basically heaven.

'hi guys!', ashton smiled from behind his drums. 'hi', michael waved shyly. 'how are you mikey?', ashton asked michael friendly after he had greated luke. 'I'm fine, thanks', he replied.

'so what do you think of my music room?', ashton asked michael. 'it is amazing, I'd do anything to have a home like this.' ashton just smiled and picked his drum sticks. they even had 'ashton irwin' all written over them.