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zig-a-zow · 6 years

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As told by Aiden [Chapter 4: Watching and waiting]

Summary: Aiden Zhou had everything figured out. He was a Junior at high school, he would graduate in two years, attend a prestigious school such as Juilliard and become the best musician he could be. Of course, despite being practically a prodigy at what he loved, he had a lot to learn yet, especially the most important lesson: there was more to life than what he once thought.

Pairings: Aiden x MC (Grace Ashton)

Word count: 2826

Notes: Hello there! What is this, you might be asking yourself? Well, nothing other than what the title says: High School Story as told by Aiden. The events from the book, but from his perspective, plus extra scenes/fanon lore. There are significant changes in this story, though. For once, I have two MCs, best friends Grace and Callie. However, one of them will be significantly more prominent due to being Aiden’s love interest. Also, each chapter has its own song, cause how could I write about Aiden without music included? Click the lyrics to listen.

Taglist: @mlmseangayle @ravenclawpokegirl25 @poofboopmew @apluschoices

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 (It’s right here!) - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 (Coming soon!)

Oh, you capture my attention

Carefully listening

Don’t wanna miss a thing

Keeping my eyes on you

He had been staring at his phone’s screen until its light stopped illuminating his face, and he could see his reflection on the glass.

The screen came to life again with a single tap of his finger, as he immediately deleted the message he had written but not sent.

Was he really going to text Grace? Right now, while laying in bed, unable to sleep?

It probably wasn’t a good idea, he told himself. They had been talking all night, and even if she seemed pretty… interested in him, maybe it was a little too much to talk to her now.

Plus, she was probably already asleep, like a normal person at 5:00am.

Aiden sighed deeply, leaving his phone on his bedside table and pulling his blankets to cover his whole body in a futile attempt to rest at least a few hours.

Next morning, he had a raging headache and wished he could stay in bed all day. Or maybe all week. All month…?

Begrudgingly he got out of bed, and left his house hoping for a little bit of quietness at school.

Which he didn’t find.

“Aiden! AIDEN, HOLY SH–!”

“Myra, language” he simply said, waiting until his friend reached their usual table at the cafeteria.

“You’re not gonna BELIEVE what happened today at homeroom!” she exclaimed as she sat across from him, a big grin of joy adorning her face. “Come on, ask me what happened!”

He sighed.

“What happened, Myra?”

“Okay, so Grace and Callie are sitting in the front with Caleb, right? And suddendly Brian comes in and starts acting like a jerk, so Caleb is fed up and they both get up, like, they’re gonna fight!” she started narrating, her hands gesturing as she spoke. “And Brian goes and punches Caleb when he’s distracted! And Grace is all like ‘Oh, no you didn’t!’, so she goes and…!”

Her hand turned into a fist, and she punched the air with a smile.

“BAM! Right in the face! And he almost falls on his back! It was hi-lar-i-ous!”

Aiden listened in silence, an expression of astonishment displaying on his face. He tried to imagine Grace, petite and dainty Grace, punching the school’s quarterback so hard that she made him stumble. It was surprisingly easy to picture.

“So Callie is all like ’Oooh nooo, don’t fight!’, and grabs Grace before Brian can hit back, and Vice Principal Isa came in right then! And she took them ALL to the Principal’s office! HOW COOL IS THAT?!”

“Pretty cool, if you ask me” they both turned to Ezra when they heard his voice, just as he took a seat beside Myra, grinning. “Yep, everyone’s talking about it. I think Morgan recorded it all, I hope she uploads it to MyTube soon.”

“Oooh, man! Why didn’t I think of recording it…?!”

“Wait a minute… are you two celebrating this?”

At his words, Myra and Ezra exchanged glances briefly before turning to look at him again, stunned expressions on their faces.

“Well, she did punch the biggest jerk at Berry High, so…”

“… of course we’re celebrating, you dummy! Here’s a better question, why aren’t you?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t condone violence in any way, shape or form?” he replied to Myra’s rhetorical question with one of his own. “What Grace did was wrong, no matter how justified you might think it was. She lowered herself to his level, it’s as simple as that.”

Ezra smirked at that.

“Okay, you tell her that.”

“What…?”

“Hey guys” Grace’s voice startled him as she took a seat right beside him. She gave him a quizzical look before turning to the others, grimacing at their smiling faces. “Don’t tell me…”

“Aaah! Grace, you were so awesome!” Myra almost bounced out of her seat with excitement, her voice a squeal. “Remind me not to mess with you!”

“Oh, and Aiden has something to tell you” Ezra smirked mischievously, nodding his way as if to give him the word. “What was that you were saying right now…?”

“I, uh…”

Aiden stammered for a few seconds, suddenly feeling all his confidence and resolution go down the metaphorical drain. To his surprise, Grace barely turned to him with a tired expression.

“I heard him. What I did was wrong, I lowered myself to that idiot’s level. He’s right” she mumbled, casting her gaze toward the table in shame. She let out a long sigh of resignation. “Don’t get me wrong, he deserved it. And I’m not gonna lie, it felt good. But guess who was almost suspended and is now stuck on Homecoming committee?”

She half-heartedly pointed to herself with her thumbs.

“This girl.”

A moment of silence reigned between them, and Aiden took a good look at the girl beside him. She looked somehow smaller than before, and genuinely remorseful. He raised his hand a few centimeters, tempted to place it on her shoulder, before Ezra spoke again.

“Sorry, Grace. We didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything” he said with a soft tone, and Myra nodded silently by his side, a rare serious expression on her face. “It’s just, what you did today? It was great, even if it got you in trouble. You wanna know why? ‘Cause that guy always thought he was untouchable, he could do whatever he wanted, but guess what? He can’t, 'cause people like you are out there putting jerks like him in their places. So chin up, queen. You did good.”

Grace looked up at that, her dark eyes shinning slightly as a tiny smile started to appear on her face. Myra rounded the table to sit by her side and give her a quick hug, smiling encouragingly.

“That’s more like it! We’re not saying you should go around punching every person that looks at you the wrong way… though honestly, that would be pretty cool” she started, before catching herself, shaking her head quickly. “But seriously… giving the Brians of the world a reason to count their teeth? Yes, please!”

Just then, the bell rang. Several people started abandoning the cafeteria, and that included them as well.

“Thanks for the pep talk, guys” said Grace with a little smile, shrugging slightly. “I guess this could be worse…”

Aiden remained silent. He had heard lots of stories about how Maria Flores, his classmate and the person in charge of Homecoming committee, was like as a leader. They all agreed in the fact that she could be utterly terrifying.

But somehow he had a feeling that Grace would be able to handle it just fine. At least he hoped so.

A growing feeling of discomfort didn’t leave him alone for the rest of the day.

Aiden couldn’t help but feel guilty about the way he had spoken before. He dreaded the idea that his words could’ve hurt Grace’s feelings in any way. So he needed to talk to her so he could… apologize? He wasn’t really sure of what to do, but he had to do something.

He didn’t see Grace again until it was time for him to finally leave the school. He had just walked out of the band room after practice, and was approaching his locker when he could hear her cheerful voice calling his name.

“Oh, hey! Look, it’s Aiden!”

When he turned around, he could see her approaching quickly with a grin and a cupholder full of milkshakes, Maria following her at a moderate pace and clearly not as excited.

“Grace, we can’t stay for too long…”

“I know, I know! Just wanted to say hi!” she replied with a brief laugh, turning to him again. “Hi!”

“Hey… what are you doing here?” he mumbled as his eyes fell on the cupholder significantly.

“Homecoming committee… we had to go and get something to eat 'cause we all got hungry halfway through.”

Aiden was about to say something when he could hear Maria huffing at a prudent distance from them, probably unaware of him noticing her gesture of impatience. He sighed.

“It seems like you’re busy… but I need to talk to you” he admitted as he finally reached his locker, placing a few books inside. “It’s… moderately important.”

“Oooh, you got me at 'moderately’!” Grace had a playful smile on her face, so he wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not. “Tell you what, I’ll hit you up as soon as I’m able, okay?”

“Grace…”

“I’m coming!”

Grace winked before she walked away and joined Maria, who clearly was growing impatient by the minute. She turned around once with a smile.

“Talk to you later!”

“Yes, talk to you later!” repeated Maria as they both started to walk away, and seemingly realized what she had said a few second later. “Why did I say that? I’m not going to talk to him later!”

Grace laughed loudly as they reached a corner, and Aiden was barely able to hear them anymore.

“Don’t laugh, it’s not funny…!”

“But it’s super cute…!”

Aiden stopped for a second before closing his locker, his gaze directed toward the corner where the pair of girls had disappeared from view. He frowned slightly. Had he heard that right?

Had Grace called Maria cute?

'No. She thought what she said was cute. In a funny way’ he told himself as he shrugged, hanging his backpack on his shoulder. 'But what if it was… in a flirty way?’

Well, if that was the case, it was okay. Because Grace had the right to flirt with whoever she wanted, and he had no say in that matter, obviously.

He knew all of that, and still, he wasn’t able to erase that frown from his features.

He had patiently waited for Grace to call, but she didn’t.

At first he thought nothing of it, and distracted himself with simple tasks like composing a short piece for violin and making small talk with his parents while having dinner.

But as the night progressed, he started to feel… something.

At first, he was worried. Was she okay? Maybe something bad had happened. He contemplated calling her himself to check, but what if she was simply busy and his call was unwelcome?

Then he was somewhat disappointed. Maybe she just had forgotten, which was completely plausible.

Or maybe she was talking with Maria instead.

Aiden huffed as he finished drying his longish hair with a towel after a shower, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He frowned, though he wasn’t sure why.

He made his way back to his room and let himself fall on his bed with a soft thud, staring at the ceiling for a few moments.

He could feel his tired eyes give in after minute or two, and drifted to sleep.

Aiden wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but his phone rang on his bedside table and startled him. He grabbed it, half asleep, and let out a sleepy groan.

“You have to be kidding me…”

It seemed like Grace had decided that calling him almost at midnight was a good idea.

He felt tempted to ignore her call and resume his much needed sleeping… but he couldn’t do that. Well, he actually could, if it were Ezra or even Myra.

But seeing Grace’s name and face in his screen was somehow enough for him accept the call.

“Hello…?”

“Hey! Did I wake you up?!”

“Mhm.”

“Ohmygod, I’m so sorry!” Grace’s voice sounded a bit hushed, as if she were trying to keep quiet and failing. “I didn’t mean to, but I just now found a moment to myself.”

Aiden yawned as he sat down on his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes in an attempt to fully wake up.

“Why?” he muttered, his voice a bit hoarse from sleeping. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… I mean… well, Emma did something really dumb and brave today and needed some cheering up, so I had the brilliant idea of staying up with her and Callie for a while” Grace explained with a sigh, sounding tired as well. “I didn’t expect Emma to stay for so long. Her mom came to get her like twenty minutes ago.”

“And Callie?”

“She’s sleeping on the floor. I don’t know how she does it, to be honest.”

Aiden nodded slowly before remembering she couldn’t see him at the moment. He sighed deeply.

“Sorry, I can hang up if you…”

“No, I mean… I’m already awake” he mumbled, and it was only half a lie. “I might as well say what I wanted to say. It’s about what happened today.”

“A lot happened today” she pointed out, matter-of-factly. “Are you talking about me punching Brian or…?”

“Yes. Partially. Mostly about what I said later on, at lunch.”

Grace remained silent, and all he could hear for a few seconds was her calm breathing. He knew she was waiting for him to explain further, but couldn’t help finding the soft sounds oddly relaxing.

He shook his head, feeling himself blush.

“I meant to apologize, Grace. I was out of line.”

“For stating your opinion?”

“For the way I worded it, I suppose” Aiden looked up at the ceiling yet again, suddenly feeling like he didn’t really know what to say. “I felt… guilty afterwards. I did not mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Aw, Aiden… you didn’t. Really” she assured immediately, and he could almost hear the smile on her face as she spoke. “You were right. And it’s okay.”

“Maybe so, but…”

“If it makes you feel better… then I accept your unnecessary apology.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone of her voice and the emphasis of her words. Her soft laughter made him smile.

“Thank you, Grace.”

“Don’t mention it. I guess I should let you sleep now” she muttered then, and he could hear the mischief in her voice. “Even though I don’t really want to.”

Aiden let himself slide in his bed until he was again resting on his back, and repressed a yawn. He was really tired, but the conversation was getting more interesting by the minute.

“Is that so?” he could also hear a rare glimpse of confidence as he spoke, and assumed it was only because she couldn’t see his blushing face. “May I know why?”

“I dunno. I really like the sound of your voice. It’s… deep but also soft? Like a constant whisper… if that makes any sense.”

Suddenly all that confidence he was building up once again drained faster than it had arrived. He swallowed hard, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment.

“Oh. Um… thank you? I think… uh…”

Grace giggled at that.

“You’re blushing.”

“N-No, I’m not.”

“You’re totally blushing. That’s cute.”

’Cute’.

Suddenly Aiden felt the need to hang up without any warning, and just go back to sleep, possibly with a frown.

But that would be too immature for him, so he sighed.

“I really should go back to sleep now” he said then, and he noticed that his voice sounded more serious now.

She noticed as well.

“Uh… sure. Of course. Have a good night, Aiden.”

And there it was again, that sting of guilt he hated so much. He sighed, his tone softening slightly.

“Good night, Grace.”

They both hung up at the same time, and as he was setting his phone aside, Aiden came to have an epiphany of sorts.

No matter how hard he was trying to deny it, it was very clear now.

He was jealous.

And he hated it.

Oh, you capture my attention

I’m anticipating

I’m watching and waiting

For you to make your move

Got me on my toes

Chapter 4 is up!

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Remember that I can add you to my taglist if you want me to, so you don’t miss any update!

As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged! Thanks for reading!

#playchoices #high school story #hss #aiden zhou #aiden x mc #maria flores #myra khandaar #ezra mitchell #hss mc (grace ashton)#zig writes #fghfjjgv #i like how this came out #💖#thanks for your patience btw #ok bye #long post

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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How Do I Work It? | a.i.

gotchu love xx [not taking requests, but this is the only exception]

I M A G I N E

“Y/N!” Ashton called you from the living room, having you rush down the stairs to find him. You walked along the smooth wooden floor with socks, sliding over into the well-furnished living room before. “How do I work it?”

“Work what?” You asked him, shaking your head as he held ‘it’ to you. You grabbed his phone and saw that he was at his Instagram story area. “What do you wanna do?”

“A live stream!” Ashton gushed, having you smile before sitting yourself next to him. He quickly grabbed your legs and propped them on his, having you turn slightly more towards him. You giggled, looking at the excited Australian before you.

His brown hair was a little messy, still curly with the trim he had just a bit ago. Some of those locks played down to his nose, highlighting those hazel eyes with ease. You were amused to see that he had actually shaved the little beard he owned just for this live. Prickles of hair were now ornate on his chin, being fully ignored by his delightful smile.

“Okay, so we just press here and… there we go.” Instantly, you held it up to you to see for yourself. People were instantly pouring into the stream, going by the thousands without you or Ashton saying a single word. You were so shocked by the influx that you didn’t realize all the fans were looking at were your face.

“Aha, Y/N, look at the comments!” Ashton gushed, having you shake your head before turning to your boyfriend. He gently took the phone from your hands and faced it to him, having the fans go insane. “She is very pretty, isn’t she?” Ashton said happily.

“I think we need to take you to the eye doctor again, baby,” you began jokingly. You poked at the crinkles of his right eye, having him tilt the phone a bit so the fans could see you, too. “You’re getting blinder if you find me pretty.”

“You’re right,” Ashton agreed. Quickly, he moved his face just inches away from yours, having you back up a bit from the sudden motion. “You’re actually beautiful.”

You placed your face on the side of his face and gently shoved it away.

“Shut up,” you denied sheepishly as Ashton began to laugh. You shoved yourself more towards him to show up in the live stream better. “Have you seen this guy in that photo with Calum and Michael? Where they’re looking down and rocking those double chins? Ashton is such a zaddyish model.” You pretended to swoon, having Ashton roll his eyes as his eyes read the rapid commenting.

“Does that mean you fell for my looks?” Ashton said with a playful tone of sadness.

“Nah, you were like, the coolest dork I met,” you began with a grin. “Though, it’s still a sin that you don’t like FIFA.” Ashton quickly put up a triggered expression. One that entirely read ‘I am so done with your shit right now.’ It made you cover your mouth to laugh loudly.

“Just gonna completely ignore that,” Ashton began, having you playfully hit his bicep as you two read the comments. “Okay guys, if you wanna ask us anything, you can. Like, we’re bored and chilling, so if you want...”

“Oh hey!” You swiftly pointed at a comment on Ashton’s phone. “‘For Y/N, what has been your favorite moment on tour with Ashton?’“ You placed your chin in between your index finger and thumb in thought. But Ashton was quick to give you a memory.

“Oh fuck, she’s probably gonna start with the drumming shit,” Ashton began, letting out a deep sigh as your face lightened up. You snapped, beginning to giggle before actually being able to tell the story.

“Okay, so I was setting up Ashton’s kit over in Finland, yeah?” You began. “And as I was, I was testing out the sounds, too. So I would hit the drums with the drumstick to make sure the drums are adjusted correctly. And as I was, Ashton like, comes over from left wing and like, leans on one of the drum stands. He had this weird cocky face on and he was all like, ‘you wanna keep banging those drums or me?’ And then--”

You had trouble continuing the story, quickly cracking up before getting to the good part. Comments were flowing over how cute the two of you were acting. Even though you were going to say something stupid about Ashton in the story, Ashton was staring at you adoringly. He loved your laughter.

“Okay, she’s going to laugh to her death, so I’ll finish,” Ashton began as he sighed once more. “So then she like, threw one of the drumsticks at me without actually hitting me. But I flinched so bad, I topped on the floor and landed on my arse.”

“It was bloody fantastic!” You exclaimed, clapping as you snorted from your harsh laughter. That’s when Ashton joined in, calling you a piglet as he laughed with you. “Holy shit--!”

Tears began forming in your eyes, having Ashton place his face in his hand in pure defeat. You leaned your head against his shoulder, still cracking up with him. But slowly, you calmed down into a few giggles, resting your head on his warm shoulder.

“But you looked cute while falling, so I give you props, babe,” you complimented, tilting your head up to see Ashton’s salty expression. You smiled, biting your bottom lip as his face softened into gentle awe. His eyes glimmered a bit, his hazel eyes being highlighted as they stared into yours.

“You’re so lucky I like you so much,” Ashton said simply, rolling his eyes a bit playfully.

“I am so luck, aren’t I?” You respond softly, reaching up to plant a tender kiss on Ashton’s lips. They were soft, gracious for how consistent Ashton is with his chapstick use. You swiftly swipe your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away to give your boyfriend a wide smile.

“Y’know what, I think it’s the other way ‘round,” Ashton began as he stared back at the phone. “I’m incredibly lucky that she likes me so much. She’s so beautiful and kind and patient, like I’m damn lucky to have Y/N.”

“Stoooop!” You moaned against his shoulder, having him chuckle from your attempt to cover your face. You then felt Ashton plant a kiss on the top of your head. You then look over at the phone, which is completely diverted to your flushed face.

“My favorite face of hers right here, guys,” Ashton mused, having you cover your face with your hands. “Babe, look here. We’re the couple of the year it seems.”

You uncover your face to read the comments. There were a series of ‘awwwww,’ ‘they’re so perfect,’ and ‘these are my goals!’ You smiled, feeling elated that people agreed with your relationship. Even though haters resided in the comments, a majority of them were down about your relationship.

“Ya’ll are so sweet,” you gushed. “But seriously, you guys need to find yourselves an Ashton, because it’ll absolutely be the best thing you do.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face against his. This motion suddenly caused him to almost drop the phone.

“Shit!” He caught it hastily between his hands. It was a very lucky catch, you thought. But as he found the screen once more, the both of you noticed that you were back at the Instagram layout. “What did I do?”

“You ended the stream, dummy!” You exclaimed with laughter, watching as Ashton struggled to start a new one.

short n sweet xx

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elizabethschoices · 7 years

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#ChoicesCreates Round 16: Fluorescent | James Ashton x Reader |

Universe: The Freshman

Pairing: James Ashton x Reader

Obligatory @hollyashton and @texanhusker tag.

(Name) looked herself over in the mirror, scrunching up her hair one more time before tearing her eyes away from herself to grab her purse from the chair it was set in.

“Where are you going?”

She turned to glance at her long-term fiancé. “Out.” She could see the hurt look in his eyes. But was at the point where she didn’t give much of a second thought about it.

“Oh. Okay. When will you be back?”

“I’m going out with Kaitlyn and Abbie, so there’s no telling. And no guys allowed.” (Name) turned away from him again.

James sighed. “Okay.”

“Don’t wait up. Goodnight.”

“Night.” He watched her leave, disappointed. He’d hoped to share a quiet night in with the woman he ventured to marry, but obviously she had other plans.

xXx

James crawled into bed, wearing only a pair of dark boxers. He’d been less than enthused at how his fiancée hadn’t made any sort of pass at him. Back in college, he had to pry her off with a crowbar when he was dressed in such an alluring manner.

It’d been a while since they were intimate.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, James?” She asked, not looking away from her book.

“You, ah, still have those fishnets?”

(Name) set her book down and looked at him. “Yes, they’re somewhere in the closet collecting dust. Why?”

“I was just… Hoping you’d maybe want to…”

“Not tonight.” She picked her book back up and continued reading.

James rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright then…”

(Name) clenched her jaw and slammed the book down onto her nightstand. “Goodnight.” She huffed, laying down onto her side, facing away from James.

xXx

“James… James, oh… Yes, yes!”

He damn near broke his neck as he turned to look at her. She wouldn’t actually sleep with him, but she’d dream about it?

He tossed his book to the floor and moved to her side, slowly pulling up her nightdress above her pantyline.

Black underwear.

“What are you doing?”

Not the words a man wanted to hear at a time like this.

He looked at his now-awake fiancée. “You were having a sex dream about me.”

“Yeah.” She looked away from him.

“But told me no when I asked.”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t understand, (Name). If you wanted me, you could have had me.”

“It's… It’s not the same, okay?”

“What do you mean by that?”

She pushed his hand away and adjusted her nightclothes. “James, I don’t want to have this conversation.”

“I do! We haven’t had sex in months!”

“Because you’re no good at it!” (Name) growled.

“I-What??”

She sighed. “James… You’re not a good lover anymore. Okay? You lost your touch.”

James sank back into the bed. He wasn’t a good lover anymore? What changed??

“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, James.”

“No, no, I… I understand.” He nodded slowly.

She swallowed thickly and picked up her pillow. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

He didn’t follow her.

xXx

Sex for Dummies.

“What am I doing?” James asked himself softly.

“What are you reading?” (Name) asked as she came into the living room.

“Nothing!” He quickly shoved the book between the couch cushions.

“Alright then…” She said slowly. “Anyway… The gang wants to go bar-hopping tonight. Do you want to come?”

“Yeah, sure!” James smiled. This was the first outing he’d been invited to in ages. Maybe things were starting to look up?

Or not, as he got a little too ‘turnt’ in the first club and threw up on his fiancée’s shoes. He couldn’t even hold his liquor anymore.

What was happening to him? He was practically 28-going-on-50!

xXx

“James, we need to talk.”

Oh no.

“I know.”

She sighed and sat on the couch. “I think it’s time we go our separate ways.”

Falling about.

“Yeah.”

“I… Found someone else.”

“I figured as much. Mecca dauber, right?”

“What?”

“Never mind. Do you… Love him?”

“I could.”

“And not me?”

She sighed. “Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you, James. There’s no need to make this dramatic. I’ll always love who you were.”

Remember when he used to be a rascal?

I tried (and failed) my hand at having a different approach for this. I personally don’t like it much. As such, whoever manages to get through this, if they can guess the song it’s associated with, will get a story from me. :)

#choicescreates #the freshman #james ashton #choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #pixelberry #reader insert

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brckencrcwn · 7 years

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courtney and mikey for the ship thingie !

howho hogs the duvetmicheal, hes anemic as HELL and is always freezing. honestly dont share blankets with him ever

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingcourtney; micheal hardly uses his phone. he seems to think phones are exclusively for nudes

who’s the most creative when it comes to giftscourney probably; micheal remembers what she wants, but he’s not very creative.

who gets up first in the morningcOURTNEY

who suggests new things in bedMICHEAL

who cries at moviesmicheal cries at movies like, all the time. even if he won’t show it, almost every movie makes him cry.

who gives unprompted massagesmicheal usually; he hates seeing courtney stressed, despite her constant state being stress.

who fusses over the other when they’re sickCOURTNEY THATS HOW THEY FIRST HAVE RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS

who gets jealous easiestprobably courtney; micheal doesn’t exactly get jealous. he’s a cheater, anyway

who has the most embarrassing taste in musicmicheal. his music taste is fucking terrible

who collects something unusualthey actually have pretty similar collections really, so both?

who takes the longest to get readycourtney. micheal has literally worn a shirt with a little vomit on it to school before because “well i slept in it so why not”

who is the most tidy and organisedno contest couRTNEY MICHEAL IS NOWHERE NEAR ORGANIZED

who gets most excited about the holidaysmicheal, actually; he loves holidays. he feels actually human during holidays.

who is the big spoon/little spoonmicheal is the big spoon without question

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportscourtney, though it’s very close. but micheal can keep himself back just a bit.

who starts the most argumentsmicheal, actually, mainly because he loves drama. and also doesnt do his homework.

who suggests that they buy a petmicheal; he already has freckles, but he worries that poor turtle gets lonely.

what couple traditions they havethey have a regular date night, he sneaks into her room during holidays for some fun nights, and they read the main roles in shakespearean plays together when micheal is Upset

what tv shows they watch togethermicheal doesn’t watch tv, so whatever courtney wants.

what other couple they hang out withmicheal loves bringing courtney along to hang out with either dummy and whatever girl he’s with at the time or hanley and selene; selene’s one of his best friends, especially once she has the twins with ashton.

how they spend time together as a couplemostly just hanging out. aside from dates, most their time outside of school is spent just sitting in bed.

who made the first movemicheal, though he thought he would just bang her. jokes on him, he fell in love and didn’t bang her for a few dates.

who brings flowers homecourtney; she is far more romantic.

who is the best cookmicheal, surprisingly; since becoming pagan around fifteen/sixteen, he became more interested in cooking just for religious meals.

#citrained #( headcanon. )

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The Logical Rose-ning Section: Your Recap of The Bachelorette

Rachel Lindsay is a practicing attorney who once took the LSAT. And you, dear reader, are an aspiring attorney who will soon take the LSAT. Rachel Lindsay is also an aspiring married person, serving as the bachelorette on this season of The Bachelorette, the love story these depraved times deserve. And you, dear reader, may also be an aspiring married person? Either way, you definitely have at least a few things in common with Rachel. So every Tuesday, we’re going to be tracking Rachel’s romantic journey on The Bachelorette, and see what we can learn about love, loss, and the LSAT. Welcome to the Logical Rose-ning Section.

We pick up in the Bachelorette Man-sion, with our dudes still reeling from last week’s premiere episode. And so are we, frankly. I mean, so many mans, so many potential futures for Rachel. We get a little recap of the first night’s action with Chris Harrison. Other than the usual parade of squared-jawed white dudes with job titles that include some combination of the words “Consultant,” “Tech,” “Finance,” and “Senior,” we got a more diverse line-up of contestants with more interesting back stories than is typical for this show.

We got Josiah, who after a tragic childhood and a juvenile criminal conviction as a teenager, became a prosecutor at the very same district attorney’s office that once charged him with a crime. There’s Kenny, a father of a ten year-old girl and professional wrestler with the amazing stage name Pretty Boy Pitbull Kenny King. And then there’s Lucas … who says “Whaboom” a lot. Like so much. Anyone who watched this episode has definitely heard that exclamation enough times for a lifetime, so we’re not going to repeat that here again (also, he’s probably trademarked its use, and we don’t want any legal trouble here. Again, there are a bunch of attorney contestants this year, so we’re willing to guess that this is season is a little more litigious season than most). Also, Rachel was warned by a contestant from Nick’s season of The Bachelor that DeMario is not to be trusted, a warning that clearly had no meaning or implications for the following episode of television.

Anyway, Chris Harrison, still the nominal host of this program, shows up to see what these guys are thinking about Rachel. And these veritable Romeos drop romantic bon mots like, “You look at Rachel, and you’re just like, struck” and “She’s not only beautiful, but she walks … she smells so extreme … she smells so good.”

This is all a pretext to introduce the very first group date of this season. The contestant with the most extreme Richard Spencer haircut ever reads the cards of the contestants that will go on the very first, very normal date where eight guys vie for the attention of one girl during a highly structured activity set-up by producers. Richard Spence-hair reads off the names Dean, Jack Stone the law student, Jonathan, Blake, Iggy, the aforementioned Pretty Boy Pitbull Kenny King, Fred, and Whablam guy. The card reads, “I’m looking for husband material – Rachel.”

Onto the first group date! Rachel throws a barbecue with a sad portable grill and, like, two burgers. Realizing that there is no food to eat, Rachel and the guys decide to play a little touch football, with Rachel playing the quarterback position. Rachel runs an up-tempo spread office akin to Chip Kelly. Looks like she wants to be Marcus Married-ota (sorry).

During this, Whablooey annoys everyone with his Whablooey-ing. He especially annoys aspiring drummer boy Blake, who apparently knows something about this guys past. Drummer boy Blake looks like he is going to do something really dumb like confront Rachel about the guy. Which would actually play into WhamBamThankYouMa’am’s favor. The contestants who make it their sole mission to take down another contestant never go further than a two-on-one date on this show. Just ask Taylor from last season of The Bachelor. So while Blake is playing checkers, Wattaburger is playing … well definitely not chess. Maybe he’s also just playing checkers, but he’s slightly better at checkers.

After football, these guys are put to the task of seeing who is the “most husband material.” We are introduced to a competition hosted by none other than Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis. Kutcher is wearing a t-shirt with “Trophy Husband,” and they are described as “the most perfect couple in Hollywood.” Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson would like a word.

These guys are put into a relay race where they have to do dad tasks like change a diaper, strap on a Babybjörn, vacuum a carpet, de-clog a sink, and set a table. At each stage of the race, the contestant in last place will be eliminated. Kutcher describes the race as testing the contestants’ skills in “husbandry,” which doesn’t actually mean “the act of being a husband,” as Kutcher suggests. Unless crops and animals are your wife, I suppose.

Iggy, who is wearing a dope gold chain, is eliminated immediately, mostly for trying to care for the baby doll as if it were an actual sentient human being. He looks sad in the “dog house,” which is where they put the loser, not-fit-for-Rachel husbands. As these dummies are scrambling around treating the babies like a relay baton, I’m hoping Rachel pulls a King Solomon and gives the win to Iggy with the dope chain, for not treating the stand-in for their flesh and blood progeny like a maniac.

The race ends up as a two-man competition between Pretty Boy Pitbull Kenny King and Wham!Boom as the last two. Wampum is literally drowning the baby as he’s trying to de-clog the sink. As they’re sprinting to the end, Waikiki gives an illegal stiff arm to Pretty Boy Pitbull Kenny King, who, let’s reminds ourselves, is like twice the size of WaxOnWaxOff and is an honest-to-goodness professional wrestler (on an independent circuit, but still). Wahlberg, despite eventually winning the race, is not long for this world.

After the race, the contestants go to a creepy-looking vintage store in North Hollywood that looks the set of a B-52s video. Rachel is super not impressed by these dudes at this stage of the date. Wallabang reads a terrible poem. Fred, who was a child Rachel supervised at summer camp as a child, ties to convince her to stop seeing him as the bad little boy from summer camp. Maybe stop talking summer camp, dude. Jack Stone the law student has a v. creepy posture when talking to her, head cocked and leaned in, like a snake about to strike its prey. Rachel is, perhaps instinctively, repulsed. Iggy with the dope chain does not have a dope chain of questions, sweating profusely through questions like “So career-wise, what are the prospects?” Blake apparently used to live with Whack-a-Mole’s ex-girlfriend. Brings it up with Rachel. Rachel is literally ready to use a peremptory challenge to axe all of these guys, looks like she literally couldn’t care.

Somehow, Dean does the best. He was, as a reminder, the guy that said “I’m ready to go black, and never go back,” when introduced to Rachel. They go into depth on his use of this dated, problematic cliché. He gets the group date rose. Dean has a clean-cut white face, a slightly-past-its due-date haircut, a tasteful plaid button up, and will clearly say whatever the producers tell him to, as evidenced by his “go black” comment. He seems like a composite of every successful Bachelorette contestant ever. Until this is disconfirmed, I’m just going to assume he’s the first BachelorBot designed and manufactured by the producers for the inevitable event that the U.S. depletes its reserves of attractive, straight business consultants and software salesmen who are really into Crossfit and are eager to go on TV.

Meanwhile, Pretty Boy Pitbull Kenny King is awesome. In describing the bubbling feud between Blake and Whackadoodle, he gives a great definition of circular reasoning, and drops a little inside knowledge of some of Los Angeles’s worst tourist traps: “Listen, I’m a pro wrestler. I know all about white dudes acting crazy. But everybody is just talking around in circles. So if y’all want to get on the merry-go-round, take your ass to Santa Monica and get on the merry-go-round. You white dudes are kind of bugging right now.” Kenny, you’re great, but leave the explaining of logical fallacies to us, buddy. We don’t go into your workplace and tell you how to properly execute a diving double axe handle.

Afterwards, we have a kind of boring interlude with Rachel’s one-on-one date with Peter, who looks like a young Viggo Mortensen. Piggo Mortensen and Rachel, accompanied by Rachel’s dog Copper, take a private jet to Palm Springs. Copper is adorably wearing a cast on his front leg. They go to a Coachella pool party for dogs called Bark-fest. They discuss his parents’ impression of going on The Bachelorette, their gap teeth, and therapy. He gets the date rose, and will live to fight another Sentinel. They then watch fireworks with Copper, who is probably terrified.

Finally, we get to the second group date. The date card reads, simply, “Swish.” Will, Jamey, Diggy, Alex, Adam, Richard Spence-hair, Matt, Eric, Josiah, and DeMario. The show could have just been making up half of these people and I would have had no idea. They could have told me the second date was with Chet, Dirk, Hologram Chris Pine, D’Angelo from the “Brown Sugar” video, Tommy, and Deepak Chopra and I wouldn’t have batted an eye.

DeMario is the star of this date, which is set up with his quote, “You can either sink with the fishes, or swim to shore. We’re going to see who’s built Ford ToughTM.” DeMario. First of all, the date card says “Swish.” It literally could not be any more obvious you’re playing basketball. The only alternative date would be a group discussion of whether Kanye should have kept Swish as the title to The Life of Pablo and whether the original tracklist would have made for a more cohesive album. I don’t know where this water metaphor came from. Second, fishes don’t just sink. It’s not like they’re just born and then immediately drown and die and sink to the bottom of the ocean. That’s not how fishes work, DeMario. Third, a Ford truck would probably be very bad at swimming to shore, mostly because it is a vehicle made for land and has, as far we know, no person volition or autonomy. So that’s an inapt comparison.

The guys show up to play basketball in their best ath-leisure. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar shows up to teach them the Skyhook. Some of the guys are laughably bad at basketball. Some of the guys are better. There seems to be an inversely proportional relationship between height of hair and basketball skills with these guys. DeMario can dunk. He drunks on Rachel, very disrespectfully.

They then play a real game to a “packed house,” which apparently refers to a high school gymnasium mostly filled with extras they found on Craigslist. The producers take Chris Harrison out of his mothball-strewn box to introduce the teams. DeMario’s game is a little like Boogie Cousins. He takes over the second half of the game to lead his team to victory. A group date rose is all but assured But after the game, a girl named Lexi shows up, completely unexpectedly and unplanned by any producers, surely. Lexi informs Rachel that DeMario was still dating Lexi up until literally hours before DeMario showed up to meet Rachel on the show. Rachel goes straight into attorney-mode and holds a deposition with DeMario and Lexi. DeMario, acting on advice of counsel, denies pretty much everything, claiming that he hadn’t initiated any contact with Lexi. Lexi starts going off, addressing the camera and swearing on the graves of her father and the (future … we hope) graves of the kittens sleeping on her bed that DeMario is lying. Rachel, ever the attorney, looks at the evidence. She sees messages on Lexi’s phone indicating that DeMario was still trying to get it, and promptly dismisses him from the show. Case closed!

After the game, the remaining contestants go to Clifton’s Cafeteria in Downtown Los Angeles. They hang out next to a big tree. Rachel, shaken from the DeMario experience, calls DeMario a “dirty, dirty dog.” The editors smash cut to a taxidermied fox, which is like, close enough I guess? The guys on this group date, on the whole, are much smoother than the losers on the first. Both Josiah and Eric get some kissy face time in. Josiah snags the group date rose.

Somehow, after two hours after Bachelorette-ing, we barely even have time for the rose ceremony. During the cocktail party, Bryan the Chiropractor, Iggy with the dope chain, Jamey the Anonymous, and Summer Camp Fred are getting in some one-on-one time when DeMario arrives, wanting to speak to Rachel one last time. Chris Harrison, again de-mothballed, asks Rachel if she wants to talk to him. Rachel, wearing a dress that looks like it has literal armor on it, feels bulletproof enough to address him. All the other guys talk about wanting to kick DeMario’s ass. TO BE CONTINUED …

What we learned about love

To find love, it’s better to spout a mildly offensive cliché based on your beloved’s race than it is to have a massively annoying catchphrase that’s not based on anything. Also, a love of dogs helps.

What we learned about loss

If you’re going to dunk on your future wife, you probably shouldn’t have a current bae who is willing to show your text messages on national television.

What we learned about the LSAT

Not very much! A cursory Google search into what score Rachel got on her LSAT didn’t reveal much. We will report back details in this progressing story as they become available.

The Logical Rose-ning Section: Your Recap of The Bachelorette was originally published on LSAT Blog

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.1

Part O N E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

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A/N: ah, the first part of my very first series!! I hope you all enjoy and please do reblog a ton so more people can enjoy it! Thank you all for the support and I truly hope you enjoy xx OH also!! depending on how many notes this first part gets, ill resume this series steadily

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

I M A G I N E

LONDON, 13:05 P.M.

“Are you sure this is really okay, Ashton?” You mumbled, uncertainty playing at your voice as you tightly held the latch of your luggage. Your cousin, Ashton Irwin, looked back at you, giving you a smirk before he kept looking forward.

“I wouldn’t have spoke with your principal if I thought it wasn’t okay,” Ashton announced as the two of you walked around the large airport. Guards surrounded the two of you as you spoke. Nervously clutching on your luggage, you take a big gulp and sigh. You even tightened your grip on one of the straps of the book bag you were wearing.

“You’re right, but..” You paused, still unsure about everything. Accidentally distancing yourself and losing track of your thoughts, Ashton quickly took initiative and grabbed your luggage for you. “Ash–!”

“Y/N, stop worrying so much, alright?” Ashton spoke softly, with confidence written all over his wide smile. “Besides, I think this is a great opportunity for my favorite cousin to see the world! Especially when you get to see it with me and my best mates!”

“Mm, you’re right!” You chirped, your heart fluttering once more when hearing about travel with his best friends. You knew about 5 Seconds of Summer and were extremely fond of the boys as well as their music.

It was nothing you’d brag about, but you grew up listening to their music. Living next to Ashton as a kid made it so easy as to listen to their rehearsals in the garage. You used to sneak over and hide outside of the garage as they played, becoming familiar with their tunes and memorizing lyrics. Soon, Ashton found out about your sly ways and rather than forcing you to avoid the band, he actually invited you to watch all of their rehearsals.

“Try and have fun, okay?” Ashton cooed, patting your head with his large, calloused hand. This was a familiar feeling to you, as he always touched you this way whenever you were anxious or somber. It always recharged you when you were out of battery. “You’ve been with us before– we’re just 4 stupid boys in a crappy band always making the most out of every day.”

“You’re not stupid!” You exclaimed, looking at Ashton sternly. He solely returned with a smirk and sly eyes, not believing in your statement whatsoever. “Not that stupid, anyways.”

“We still haven’t matured completely so you’re gonna have to forgive us,” Ashton admits, having you snort as you guys reached the exit. As you did, you saw, first-hand, all the girls that crowded the pick-up area. Ashton had warned you about them, but you didn’t expect it to be so intense.

“Ashton!”

“Ashton can we have a photo please!?”

“I love you so much, Ash!”

Ashton smiled at them fondly, returning your luggage to you so he can take photos with them. You understood, smiling as you watched your older cousin interact with the people who loved him as much as you did.

It always tickled your curiosity about the life of a celebrity. What was it like to be idolized? To be adored so much by people who don’t know you as much as your family did? Watching Ashton interact with them now, all content and eager, it makes you see how far that boy has come.

Your mind then struck you with the thought of the other boys. Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford and… Calum Thomas Hood.

Before you could even think, a guard politely touched your back, indicating for you to walk toward the black Jeep that had just pulled up. You nod, feeling your luggage get taken from your touch. A guard took it and began carrying it towards the jeep while the rest of the guards protected you from the many fans surrounding you.

“Mm, everything okay, loser?” Ashton asked, poking the tip of your nose to grab you from your distant mind. You shook your head and smiled, rolling your eyes before entering the back of the car.

“Shut up, dork,” you joked, receiving a playful nudge on the shoulder before Ashton closed the door. He pushed your side a bit, slightly squishing your body with his before he moved a bit away from you. “Ungh, you’re so obnoxious sometimes!”

“Yeah yeah, shush,” Ashton chuckled, patting your head once more before turning towards you to converse. “Are you excited to see the other guys? It’s been years since you’ve seen those losers.”

“I am, actually,” you respond fondly as the car pulled away from the airport. Your stomach filled itself with butterflies just thinking about seeing the other 3. You always wondered how they grew up to look like and become. Surely you’ve seen recent photos, but there’s nothing like seeing someone in the flesh. Especially the boys you grew up with for a long while.

“Luke and Michael are anxious to see you!” Ashton cheered, leaning his phone towards you so you can see the messages on the screen. “They haven’t stopped texting me about it since I left to come get you. They wanted me to update on everything. Just to make sure your flight was good, of course.”

“Mm, they’re so kind,” you reply with a small smile. You then looking down, feeling a bit of blood rush to your cheeks. You felt yourself grow shy, but you were itching to ask. “What about Calum?”

“Eh,” Ashton started, putting his phone away. He crinkled his nose a bit and scratched the back of his head, in some sort of fake track-of-thought. “He didn’t really think much of it. When I told him, he just nodded and continued using his phone.”

“Oh…” You mumbled, looking down at your feet distantly. Disappointment surged through your veins, but you didn’t want to show it. Covering your feelings with a wide smile, you nudge Ashton’s shoulder with yours. “Oh well, I’m ecstatic to see them!”

The driver pulled over at the Lanesborough Hotel, one that you’ve heard so much about. Ashton calls it the bait for all ‘IT’ celebrities. Several maintenance came from the beautiful hotel, opening the door for you and Ashton as the two of you escaped the car.

“Welcome back, Mr.Irwin,” one of the maintenance boys greeted, having Ashton nod his head at the polite gesture. “I hope your trip went well?”

“Mm, it was quite nice,” Ashton said, nodding at the polite worker before he went off to assist in carrying your luggage. You held your backpack tightly as you rushed to Ashton’s side. You watched as the maintenance workers placed your luggage on a trolley before waiting for Ashton’s guidance.

Ashton nodded in approval before gesturing for you to follow. Guards swarmed you once more, new faces intimidating you as they helped you cut through the crowd of fans that packed the lobby. You glanced behind you to see guards surrounding the maintenance with your luggage as well. It was so strange to see how famous people are treated.

“I hope you aren’t scared of heights,” Ashton said casually, walking down the luxurious red carpet that led to a huge elevator. He pressed the up button, seeing an elevator soon appear as it opened its doors to you. Entering, you quickly get behind Ashton as the guards, maintenance, and trolley enter the place. A few of the guards stay outside to ensure no fans enter.

“Heights?” You repeat, bringing the topic back after the transition into the elevator. Ashton chuckled, pressing the Penthouse level before the doors closed and the elevators soon began to take you up.

“We sorta live on the top floor of the hotel,” Ashton admitted. “We’re only gonna be there for like, two more days, but still. We could get you another room at the lower level if you’d like.”

“You sound like the pretentious manager of the place, Ash,” you giggled. You soon caught yourself and snapped your neck over to the maintenance that held your trolley. “N-no offense to your boss, of course, I’m sure they’re not entirely pretentious!”

“Dummy.” Ashton patted your head, reassuring you as the elevator slowly reached a stop. Everybody allowed you and Ashton to leave first, having Ashton guide as you all followed. The door to the Penthouse suite was just a few steps forward, having you watch Ashton swiftly fish out his key card from his pocket. 2 guards were stood by the door, one at each side as they watched Ashton approach them.

“Are the boys inside?” You whispered at Ashton as the hallway was holding a destructive silence.

“Mm, they are.” With that, the drummer dipped his card into the slot, receiving a green light of confirmation before twisting the doorknob. Letting it open, Ashton held the door and gestured you in. You stood froze, nervous to even dare take a step in. Ashton chuckled, gently pushing your back as you tripped inside.

You were introduced to another life, seeing a large window with a fantastic view of most of London. Leather couches were ornate with gold pillows and fuzzy blankets. They were set in front of a TV inches longer than the Wall of China. To the left held a kitchen suited for a chef that aced the culinary arts with more than a simple PhD. To the right held a doorway that probably led to a hallway of things unknown to you.

“Boys!” Ashton called, scaring you back to reality as he urged you to enter the suite. You stood in awe, taking in everything as your luggage was placed delicately inside the suite. A few moments later, you hear the shutting of the door while Ashton popped up next to you. “My cuzzo is here! C’mon out, you lazy lads!”

Quick feet were heard trotting down the stairs, having you question how many floors this suite actually has. You look over at the hallway, listening as the noise became louder from that direction. You then got a sliver of a face that got larger and larger as it got closer.

“Holy shit, is that–?” Michael chirped, surprise painted all over his face as he stared at you intensely. You eye him up and down, seeing how pale and fairly thin Michael remained. But he was much bigger than before, there was more muscle. He was also much taller, which became slightly intimidating with those forest-green eyes of his.

“Mikey? Oh my gosh–” you began, having been cut off as Michael grabbed you into his arms and gave you a tight squeeze. It was a big, warm hug, the ones you recalled this big dummy gave you all the time when you guys were younger. Even the scent of Michael Clifford remained, the scent of pizza and cheap cologne.

“Y/N, how the fuck did you grow this big?” Michael gushed, holding your shoulders to push you back and eye you. “Holy shit, look at you!”

“I’m only like, a year younger than you, loser,” you joked as you reached up to touch Michael’s platinum hair. “Same goes to you, punkrocker. You seriously gotta keep away from the bleach, my dude.”

“I try, but the colors call to me!” Michael said wistfully, looking distantly at the ceiling as though he was a Broadway actor. You then look over to the blonde that was just a few inches behind Michael.

“Luke?” You asked, shocked when he nodded his head. “Holy– look at you!” You ran over to the tall, lanky boy who was no longer a boy. Entering his arms, he gave you a tight, genuine hug. Pulling back a little bit, you looked up at Luke, who was smiling fondly at you.

“It’s been so long,” Luke responded, his voice deep and very hoarse. Your eyes widened at this discover, patting his chest as he held your arms.

“Your voice!” You exclaimed, pointing at his Adams apple as he smiles widely. “It’s so deep and not so fetus-like anymore! Holy shit, Luke!”

“Yeah, Daddy Long Legs over there really did grow some!” Michael pointed out, having your snort at Luke’s nickname. Luke rolled his eyes, letting you go before nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Fuck off, your legs are just as long and skinny as mine,” Luke pointed out, sassily turning away as Michael burst into laughter once more. You giggled, happily amused by your childhood brothers. It was absolutely breathtaking to see them transform from boys to men. It felt good, though, to see that their goofy personalities remained untouched.

“Where’s CalPal?” Ashton wondered, hanging his arms over the boys’ shoulders as he looked over at Luke.

“He’s upstairs, being stubborn and Skyping Mali,” Luke informs, rolling his ocean eyes.

“He was being real stubborn though,” Michael said. “He was like ‘fuck off, leave me alone’ and what not. I don’t even know why– he hasn’t seen you in years!”

“Mm, yeah, but he did find me quite annoying…” you awkwardly mutter, scratching your temple. “Don’t you remember that small crush I had on him when we were in middle school?”

“Aha, yeah!” Michael joked, rushing over to you as he put his arm over your shoulder. “But you were so cute and young– it wasn’t your fault that you fell for such a dashing boy like Cally.” You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed to recall these memories.

“Mm, let’s go find him, yeah?” Ashton suggested, receiving a nod from everybody before Michael began to guide you to the hallway.

He still held you, talking about all the exciting plans he had while you joined them on tour. You felt happy listening to them, but you couldn’t help feeling worried to see your first crush. It’s been years since you’ve seen Calum. You wondered as to how well he grew and if he still is the same, kind Calum as before.

“Yo Calum!” Ashton shouted from behind as we reached the roof of the place. So this was the penthouse, you thought as Michael guided you over to the lounge. There were comfy-looking beach chairs propped around with umbrellas around the huge pool. Next to that was a barbecue area as well as a huge Jacuzzi. There was a bartender at the mini bar, shaking up a few drinks as he greeted you all.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Your eyes darted over to the back of one of the occupied beach chairs. You saw a head of black hair, having it become a better view as Michael led the both of you closer. You became inches from the chair, looking from behind and above. You saw a small Mali in Calum’s phone screen, but heard nothing as it was muted by headphones he plugged in.

“Stop being damn stubborn and say hi to Y/N!” Michael insisted, slapping the back of his head. Michael then escaped behind you as Calum let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

“Gimme a sec, sis,” Calum spoke, his voice still as nasally as before. But it was much raspier than before and much deeper than it was a few years ago when you guys were younger. You watched as the tall boy removed his headphones and rose from the chair, stretching his arms a bit to adapt his legs to standing.

Although you were looking from behind, you noticed the muscles built in Calum’s legs and his back. His biceps were quite huge, seeing a sneak peak of one of his tattoos as he stood. He was draped with a simple white tanktop and black basketball shorts. He was even wearing sandals due to the Spring, almost summer, heat.

He dramatically turned around, having your heart stop immediately from the sight of Calum’s front. He held a stern, dull face, but still had you swooning over it. His chiseled jawline complimented his plump lips and chubby cheeks, seeing small freckles sprinkled randomly around his face. His big nose led up to those deep, almond eyes that took you back to the years when you saw the boy learning to play the bass.

Your eyes danced down towards his torso, his shirt teasing you of his juicy pecks and ink. His toned body made you bite your bottom lip, having your eyes go down a little more to see the front of his legs. Though he was still a bit skinny, he had more muscle in him as well as his incredible tallness. His legs were super hairy, too, but that was expected from a man.

Calum Hood was definitely no longer a ‘boy.’

“What?” Calum scoffed at you, breaking you from your fantasizing. Your eyes crawled back up to meet his, having blood quickly rush to your cheeks from the contact. His lips remained with this pout full of distaste.

“Calum…” You said softly, awestruck from seeing your first crush glow up into a piece of irresistible ass. “It’s been so long… just, hi.” You were breathless, your words flowing unsteadily in the presence of the Maori boy.

“Hi, just stay out of my way, okay?” Calum responded, his monotone voice plain and bored before he turned back and returned to his seat. He quickly plugged his headphones back into his ears, crossing his legs as he held his phone up. “I’m back, sis.”

“O-okay…” you whispered, unsure as to how to take Calum’s response. Michael and Luke grabbed you into a hug.

“Don’t mind him, he’s always this sour,” Luke informed, the two boys attempting to comfort you. And as much as you appreciated it, you couldn’t help but feel your heart sink down to your stomach. That once sweet Maori boy, the boy with the nasally, broken voice and shitty acoustic guitar. That boy who once wore the baggiest uniform and biggest smiles. That kind boy who once held words that nobody but you has heard before. That very boy that you fell deeply for was gone, and you couldn’t help but feel something break inside.

The Calum Hood you knew years ago was no longer the Calum Hood you just met in the flesh.

I really hope you all enjoyed this part. Let me know if you guys like it > ASK. Thank you all <3

Gabby xx

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