Everlong | Muke |

1. "You sir are buying me more chips"

I felt the weight lift off my shoulders as soon as I felt the guitar in my hand.

"Ow what was that." I complained rubbing the back of my head.

There Calum was standing, leaning against my doorframe with that stupid little smirk on his face.

I glared but my irritation made Cal's smirk turn to a full face grin.

"What do you want?" I snapped, a little irritated, whatever he chucked it actually hurt. I could feel the lump beginning to form at the back of my head.

"It's Friday! Friday night pizza night! Don't tell me you forgot!"

"My bad, must have a little memory loss after you pelted shit at my head! What the fuck? Is this a gobstopper?" I said as I held up the lolly accusingly.

"Dude calm down." Cal chuckled as he plopped down next to me, grabbing the spare guitar off the wall.

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"We really should start a band." Cal groaned.

After eating 3 pizza's between us you could almost say we were full as fuck. Almost.

We both crashed out on my bedroom floor. Empty pizza boxes, half full cans of VB and our guitars surrounding us. Yep that's mine and Cal's typical Friday night.

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"Fuck get off me! How did you even get there! Weren't you over there!" I was woken up by Calum pushing me off of him.

"God dammit Calum." I muttered as my face hit the wood floor.

"You just love causing me pain don't you?" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah pretty much." He chuckled. "You move around alot in your sleep."

"I do?"

"Yeah. Last night just before we crashed out you were over there," he said pointing over near my book shelf that was filled with cd's, "then when we woke up you were curled up on my stomach like a little kitten."

"Ah so that's why you pushed my head into the floor."

"Precisely."

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"Are you crazy? I don't want to go to a football game. On a Saturday. I want to sleep, then eat, then sleep some more." Cal complained as he poured milk into his ceral.

"Please Cal!" I practically begged him.

"When did you become so interested in footy anyway?" He said through a mouth full of ceral, vigorously crunching away.

"I-I." The real question was, when did I get so interested in Luke Hemmings.

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"I seriously can't believe you Michael. I have completely wasted a perfectly good Saturday to come watch some sweaty, stinky guys pass a ball around to each other." Cal grumbled as he shoved the hot chips into his mouth. "Do we even know these people?"

"Y-yeah Luke." I stuttered, holy shit what was wrong with me?

"Luke Hemmings? Oh my god we didn't come all the way here to sit in some bloody stinking hot grandstand just to watch Mr Perfect kick a ball around did we? Tell me we didn't!" Cal sighed over dramatically.

"N-no I just wanted to watch a footy game."

"Have you heard of this thing called Foxtell. You could have watched football at home. In the aircon. Did I mention at home. I'm pretty sure the Canterbury Berries or something were playing this afternoon!"

"Cal I am pretty sure its the Canterbury Bulldogs."

"Whatever." Cal grumbled, frowning down at his now empty cup of chips.

"If you are making me endure 80 minutes of this bullshit, you sir are buying me more chips." He said, hand out in anticipation.

I rolled my eyes and reached into my pocket grabbing my money.

"How much?" I said as I peered into the wallet. "Will a fiver be enough?"

Before I could stop him Calum reached over me and grabbed a twenty.

"Just to be safe." He chuckled as he walked over to the canteen.

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The loud voice boomed through the speaker announcing the game was about to start. Calum had returned. And yes he spent the whole twenty.

"Sorry Mike but it all just looked so good." He said ogling the mountain of food in his arms.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed one of the mini pizza's and a bottle of Fanta.

Shut up I like pizza okay?
"And leading out the Southport Bears is of course Skipper Luke Hemmings."

My heart skipped a beat just at the sound of his name. I quickly focused my eyes on the field. As soon as I saw him my stomach clenched and my heart fluttered.

Honestly how fucken pathetic is that.

"Ugh look at Mr Perfection over there. He thinks he's so great doesn't he." Calum huffed.

He was Mr Perfection alright. Look at him! His adorable little quiff of hair. That lip piercing holy Jesus! That there was how you define sexy. But his blue eyes, oh his eyes. If I was to stare to long at them I am sure I would get hypnotized or some shit. There were so mesmerizing, he was so mesmerizing.

Holy shit I sound like such a pussy.

"Hello Earth to Michael." Cal said waving his hand in front of my face.

"What?" I said, pulling myself from my trance like state.

"You are like zoning out and it was starting to creep me out a little."

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The game started and I tried to work out what was going on. I guess I had a rough idea. There were 13 guys in each team. They had to run forward and put the ball over the 'try' line. They could only pass the ball backwards. And the other team had to stop you. It is probably loads more complicated than that, but it's kind of hard to work out an entire game when you only have eyes for one player.

He had the number 6 on his back. I'm pretty sure his postion is a 'five-eighth' or 'eighth-five'. Don't even ask me what they are supposed to do. I don't know. Run? Tackle?

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"Is it over yet?" Cal whined after returning from his third bathroom break.

"Nope it's only the half-time."

"Fuck my life." He said, slamming his arse onto the metal bench seat.

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