a story in which calum appears to be the epitome of punk rock but surreptitiously wears pretty things out of enjoyment and michael will do anything to find out calum's secret. {lowercase intended} * * * * * [warnings: boyxboy, girly!calum] © 2015 by emma (twinkcalum), all rights reserved.
"Do we have any rules, Cal?" "Just don't fall in love, Ash." © copyright - all rights reserved -lhemmingsdaily
"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.