Here's a random one I started a couple months ago, but forgot to publish.
Contains: Blood, vomit, explicit language, poison, hospitals, panic attacks, seizure.
A lil Cashton? But not rlly romantic.
Ashton-25
Calum- 25
Michael-24
Luke-23
"What number are we?"
"Number one!"
"What number are we?"
"Number one!"
Calum laughed as his best friends were laughing and drinking beer. They shouted the same things when Youngblood went to number one and now they were doing the same thing for CALM. Only this time, they were over facetime as they couldn't meet up because of Covid-19. Los Angeles was completely on lockdown and people could only leave the house if absolutely necessary.
"We got a good one, man," Luke smiled, lifting up his beer before taking a long gulp.
"Spent a year on this one and I'm so proud it's finally done," Ashton smiled, leaning back in his chair.
"Maybe next record we'll actually do a good one," Luke laughed.
"Nah man, don't say that. You did great," Michael smiled, petting Moose on his lap.
"Man Michael's got Moose, Calum's got Duke, Petunia's fuck knows where. I want a dog," Ashton laughed putting his glasses on.
"Doesn't your girl have a dog?" Calum asked.
"Yeah and she's cute but I want my own again man," Ashton sighed.
"I wanna go back on touuur," Luke whined, spinning around in his chair.
"We might have to cancel it for this year. We'll probably have to reschedule to 2021." Ashton sighed, sipping his beer.
Calum sipped his wine and watched his friends argue about what songs to put on the setlist. He felt uneasy and he had no clue why. Perhaps it was anticipation about the album sales? No. The album came out a week ago and had since reached number one in many countries. So what could it be?
"Cal, how you feel about English Love Affair? Michael doesn't want to, Ashton's neutral, c'mon man I need another vote," Luke begged. "The fans will love it."
"Which one's that? I've had a-"
Michael cut Calum off by bringing up his Spotify and playing Wrapped Around Your Finger. "We should definitely play this one."
Luke laughed as Ashton dramatically sang the chorus, falling to his knees and looking up at the ceiling.
"YOU WERE MINE, FOR A NIGHT!" Ashton wailed, putting on his best crying face.
Calum was the only one not laughing. His breathing was heavy and his tongue felt too big to fit in his mouth. His hand was shaking so much that it was spilling wine all over his lap. He quickly put the decorative glass down and bit his lip, staring at the mess. He didn't notice the boys calling out his name repeatedly as the shaking spread to both hands. He shakily looked up at the camera and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Michael had already turned off the music, sending Calum multiple texts trying to get his attention.
"God, Calum, are you okay?!" Ashton cried, turning completely serious. "Fuck, his pupils are super dilated. Calum, Calum!"
"I'm okay," Calum whispered, trying not to let the boys get worried over... whatever was wrong with him.
"Cal, your nose is bleeding. Go get a tissue." Luke whispered, wringing his hands together nervously.
