"i didn't order a bouquet of roses." "well, since i'm here, someone obviously did." calum noted the "sorry for the herpes" sign perched oh-so gracefully in the middle of the bouquet and mumbled a "god damn it michael" under his breath. or where calum is a grouchy teenager, ashton really loves flowers and making people happy, and luke and michael enjoy pranking calum with random deliveries to his house. (lower case intended)

"You're a dude?" "I am." "Sweet, more unnecessary testosterone in this tour bus for the next two months." or Where Ashton is the lead singer of Calum's favorite band and the raven haired boy won a contest to go on tour with them.

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."