Malum goes Places (Boyxboy)

Malum fucks shit up

lol opps, Calum and I's vacation pic

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"Michael, I want to ruin Luke's life."

". . . Okay . . ."

"Like, huh, kiss me."

This was way too much fun. I get Michael kisses whenever I want and I always want them.

I smile when Michael presses his lips to mine but I'm disappointed when the kiss didn't last long.

"Sorry Cal, but hanging with you has left me behind on my procrastinated homework schedule and school's tomorrow." Michael explains.

"Then stop procrastinating." I reason, leaning on the red haired lad.

Michael picks up his phone and goes on the internet, typing in Bleach episode 34.

"Michael, what." I say.

"When I do my maths, I watch Bleach. It's like tradition." He explains, flipping to the right page in his textbook and taking out a pencil. Michael starts to write his heading in his notebook and I close my eyes, already bored.

"Michael, I want to fuck shit up."

"Well, if you want me to join then I gotta fuck this homework up before it fucks me over now shh."

I don't know how Michael can concentrate. It's just too much going on. Like, who is this orange haired fellow anyways? He's not actually bad looking. Dammit, I do not find anime attractive.

"Michael, I'm going to raid your fridge." I say after a moment of silence.

"Ok."

"I'm gonna do it." I threaten, getting up.

"Ok." Michael repeats, glancing back and forth from his phone to his textbook to his notebook, then back to his phone.

"Almost out the door . . ." I stall, walking slowly.

"Ok." Michael stares at me for a few seconds before continuing with his work, shaking his head.

"Nearly down the stairs . . ."

"Do it already, Calum. Just bring me back some cheese itz."

Without replying, I go downstairs and into Michael's kitchen. What a variety. I get Michael's cheese itz first so I won't forget them and start to look through his fridge for something I'd like.

Five minutes later I decide to get myself cheese itz as well because all the goodies Michael has in his cabinets are mostly chocolate and his fridge has already been raided by who I assume was Alex yesterday.

I make it back to Mikey's room to find him laying on his bed with his eyes closed.

"What happened to homework?" I question, sitting beside him and throwing the mini packet of cheese itz on his face.

Michael groans and swats his face but, answers nonetheless. "I gave up. He doesn't check it anyways."

"That's what I said."

"After she stated it. "

"Before he copied and pasted it."

Michael and I laugh.

"What just happened?" I say, laying down next to Michael.

"I don't know, but let's watch a movie or something. You're getting boring."

Before I can reply, Michael's mum peaks into the room with a smile.

"Hello, boys. I'll be off now, be good."

"Wait, mama Clifford can you drop us off at Luke's?" I ask, sitting up.

"Sure, just meet me in the car in five."

"Thanks."

Michael's mum closes the door and leaves us to get ready. We put on our shoes and jackets and head downstairs. 

"Why're we going to Luke's?" Michael asks, holding the car door open for me.

"To fuck shit up." I say, sliding into the car. "By the way, thanks babe."

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"I feel like I should set some ground rules." Luke states, arm folded as he looks at the both of us.

Michael and I are currently sat on Luke's sofa, looking like kids who drew on the wall with permanent marker and are getting scolded at by Mr. Luke but we didn't do anything . . . yet.

"What kind of rules are we talking?" I ask, laying my head on Michael's shoulder.

"Rules that you know would apply here." Luke answers.

"And those would be . . .?" Michael questions.

"Don't make me think of them, gosh. Just like, no snoging when I'm around or humping and . . . touching each other inappropriately on my furniture or floor, you filthy hooligans. Oh, and by the way, Calum. I totally had a boner before you came and now it's gone because I saw your ugly face." Luke says, walking over to where his lady friend who I believe goes by the name, Marrah sat and sits down on the arm of her seat.

"Okay then, Luke. Make sure to write anything else you would like to say in your journal." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes because the boner thing yesterday was not that serious. Luke never lets things that Ashton brings up, go.

"I don't know about that, Luke. I think he's pretty cute." Marrah pipes in.

"Not cuter than me, right?" Luke asks.

". . .sure."

"You hesitated. Please tell me you didn't mean to hesitate. I'm ugly is what you're thinking, right? Calum? Am I sexy? Michael, you'd hit this, right?" Luke freaks, looking for a mirror. "I mean, I can't be ugly because of this perfect jaw line and- oh my God, who is this perfect human being? Kind of looks like me. Oh wait, it is me. Damn, Luke Hemmings. You. Are. Hot."

"Is this how we fuck shit up?" Michael questions in a mumble.

"Well, it's not going exactly as planned," I say.

"And what did you have planned?" Michael asks.

"Defiantly not this."