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SOMEONE GIVE THIS BOY A MODELING CONTRACT ASaP

no offence but im most excited to watch how michaels gonna incorporate swear words into the songs for this tour

Fight Song Part 2 - Requested (Luke)

Part 1 

‘You’re not on our list, you shouldn’t be here’ Justin one of the management team tell you sternly while glaring at you as though dirty upon his shoe. ‘You didn’t even check your list’ you tell him as calmly as possible. ‘I don’t need to check, I wrote the list, I have already seen every person on this list’ he tells you, his tone holding an air of warning. ‘Do I need to call security?’ he asks, his hand dangerously hovering over his phone.

‘No need for that Justin, Ashton asked me to give (Y/N) a ten-minute spot, she has something for us’ Max the assistant head of tour tells Justin, sending you a warming smile, you smile back greatful for the backup. Justin shakes his head about to disagree, but you don’t give him time.

‘Okay…erm, I guess I planned what I had to say but now it’s all kinda gone’ you laugh nervously, not looking away from Ashton who you have been in contact with for the last three months. ‘I’m so sorry’ you tell them, now looking to the other five people at the table, ‘I can’t imagine how much I put you all though, I know I was a nightmare to manage, terrible to rely on for shows’ you look to Justin and then Max. ‘But I also know I was a tiring friend, not…not even a friend at that point. But you guys were, you were there even after months of me treating you like shit and I’m so sorry for that’ you tell them.

‘I guess…erm’ you rub the back of your neck nervously, ‘I spent a few weeks carrying on, you know drinking and…well yeah, then I realised that I had known one left, I couldn’t go home because I didn’t want to see the disappointment on my family’s face, I couldn’t come back here, I lost Luke….’ You drop your head at this point feeling a ball in your throat, you clear it and look back up to see Luke looking teary eyed. ‘I got sorted, I stopped drinking and got a job in a café, I stayed in a house share with nine other people because I couldn’t afford anything else and one night, last month, I knew, some of the people I live with had a party, I usually made myself vanish for a while but I walked in and….’you shake your head remembering the immense pride you felt that day. ‘And I didn’t touch a drop, not a single thing and I went to my room and picked up my guitar’ you tell them.

‘So I have a song…if you guys are willing to listen, just…please judge this on the person standing here right now, not the one you remember from months ago’ you ask them, before pulling your guitar from the case and throwing the strap over your head.

‘Like a small boat on the ocean, sending big waves into motion’ you start of softly, strumming your guitar lightly, eyes closed so not to be distracted by the blue eyes that have been fixed on you from the moment you entered, the ones you had to this point managed to avoid.

‘And all those things I didn’t say wrecking balls inside my brain, I will scream them loud tonight, can you hear my voice this time?’ the let your eyes open, as you build and as the words weave from your lips your eyes finally meet Luke’s ‘This is my fight song’. You breathe a huge sigh of relief the moment your fished but there is nothing from the table. You look over them, Ashton first, needing the friendly face you see a huge proud smile over his lips, his eyes shining as brightly as they did before. Max looking the same, Calum and Michael eyes huge, as they nod, the grin on their faces warming your heart. Luke licks his lips before pulling his tongue back into his mouth, a small smirk tugging and you smile, another breathe of relief leaving you.

Ashton stands from his seat and rushes over to you, you take a few steps for him before his arms wrap tightly around your waist, ‘I’m so proud of you’ he whispers, you hear the others chatting but in the moment your heart is aching from the love your receiving, love you haven’t felt in a while. ‘I’m so fucking proud of you’ he repeats, pressing his lips into your temple as he pulls away, he looks down at you but before you have chance to thank him your knocked back by the force of Michael and Calum hitting you.

‘It’s so good to see you’ Michael tells you in the jumble, ‘You were amazing’ Calum adds, ‘Fuck we have missed you so much’ he tells you, you feel lips on your cheek and assume it is Michael as he is on your left. ‘You look amazing, I’m so sorry we left you’ Calum tells you, you shake your head, pulling away from them, ‘You have nothing to apologise for, and please’ you tell them smirking slightly, ‘Don’t list what I have to apologise for’ you tease nudging Calum’s arm as Michael laughs, ‘Fuck, seriously, seriously missed you’ he tells you.

‘Guys’ Ashton voice breaks over the chatter from behind us and our own voices, both the lads turn to look at Ashton to see Luke walking over, the boys move, Calum leaving Luke with what you can only call an encouraging smack on the shoulder, Luke’s arms wrap tightly around your waist, lifting you a little so you have to reach up on your toes, neither of you say a thing, your head buried in his chest while his rests in your neck, his parted lips leaving warm air to tickle your sensitive skin. ‘I love you’ you whisper into him, you feel his chest raise significantly, ‘I love you too, I’ve missed you so much, so so fucking much’ he tells you, a slightly choke in his words.

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‘So you have been talking to Ashton this whole time?’ Luke asks from across the table but you shake your head, ‘No, he had been texting me every day from the day you guys threw me out’ Luke’s eyes drop at the mention of this but soon picks himself back up. ‘I’d been ignoring him, then one day I called him, told him I needed to get better and he helped, I mean, he wasn’t there, holding my hand but he was there you know, when I felt like I couldn’t resist I called him, he would text me every morning reminding me what I was fighting for…he kept me up to date on you’ you add softly slightly embarrassed.

‘At first I didn’t want to know, I couldn’t bear to hear you had someone else, or were moving one but..but ………………Ashton told me you were, well’ you look down a little. ‘I couldn’t have moved on from you’ he tells you, his voice slightly deeper as he drops to a whisper, ‘(Y/N) I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about you, the last night of tour was the worst, fuck everyone was celebrating, the boys faked the happiness so much better than I could, I left, cried for hours in my room.’ He scoffs, smirking slightly, ‘I sound pathetic’ he tells you but you shake your head. ‘It’s good, I mean…not good but it’s nice to know you weren’t out with every woman you could get’ you correct yourself with a teasing smile and Luke smiles back, the pair of you seeming to lose yourselves in a moment, your heart pounding.

‘I really have missed you’ he tells you and you nod, ‘I know, I felt it too’ you assure him and he sighs, ‘Funny’ he speaks, coursing you to frown slightly, ‘We always used to be the none dramatic relationship’ he smiles more, as a laugh fight its way out and you can’t help the giggle that splutters form your lips.

‘I’m hoping I’m gonna be drama free for at least ten years now’ you tell him with a smile, but he shake his head, ‘That’s not happening when you get back on tour’ he warns you, but you laugh ‘If I get back on tour’ you remind him but he also shakes his head, reaching over the table for your hand, ‘If you think anyone is getting on tour other than you after that performance your mad’ he tells you, blue eyes locked deeply on yours, ‘Baby you will be coming back on tour and your gonna rock it like you used to do, and….and if you will have me, I want to be by your side every step of the way like I used to’ his eyes hold an air of hope which you can’t help but feel is missed placed.

‘Luke, seriously, after all the shit I put you though, I..it’s me that should be begging you, I mean begging you to take me back’ you tell him making him chuckles lightly, ‘I’d never even need you to beg me, Jesus you don’t even have to ask me, I’ve been waiting, fucking praying you would be okay and come back, want me back after giving up on you’ you tighten your hold on his hand.

‘Don’t ever say you gave up on me Luke, I gave up on myself and Ashton was right that day you guys made me leave, you were right, I needed to be on my own to realise what I needed to do, as long as I knew I had everyone picking up my pieces, tidying up my mess I was never gonna stop’ you tell him, nodding softly.

‘So’ he smiles a little, rubbing his thumb over your skin on your hand, ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks and you nod, ‘No shit it is’ you tell him making him smile, ‘Come here then’ he moves over of his side of the booth to make room for you, so you do, sliding out of your side to slide into your rightful place, right under Luke’s arms, ear pressed against his heart beat, this is what you have been fighting for.


From Chelsea

Do It Together - Luke Hemmings Imagine

Requested: yes - Can you please do a Luke smut where you are both Virgins and best friends and he asks if it’s okay to lose it to each other and you accept and during the sex he keeps telling you how beautiful you are and calls you baby and he’s nervous and all and constantly asking if you’re okay so when you’re done you decide that you’ll be friends with benefits and please try to make it as cute as possible thanks

Warning: smut and fluff

Word Count: 1,647

Author: Lily (I’ve never written smut before so excuse how awful it is!)

Summary: You and Luke are best friends and lose your virginity to each other. 

“Question,” Luke said suddenly, making you start a little. He was over at your house (as per usual) and you were watching mindless television together in your bedroom, enjoying the company until he broke the silence.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“You’re a virgin, right?” he shifted so he was facing you properly.

You laughed. “Uh…yeah, why?”

Luke scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You were best friends, but you never really spoke about your love life with each other further than who you were crushing on or dating at the time. “Well, me too, but…”

You frowned. “But what?”

“Well…we’re both getting on a bit now –” You let out a snort at his ridiculous statement and he sighed. “I just meant, everyone else is having sex and it feels like it’s just us, and I don’t want to feel like it’s peer pressure or anything but I thought, I don’t know, I just thought “Hey, Luke, Y/N’s your best friend and you love her so why not her” and I thought maybe we could lose it together – to each other so we can get it over with and –”

“Luke!” you shouted over his fast mumbles and silenced him. “What exactly are you asking?”

“Can – uh…can we maybe lose our virginity together? If you wanted to, of course,” he finally got the words out, blushing furiously and looking anywhere but at you.

You thought about it. Luke was and has been your best friend for years, there hadn’t been a day since you met that you hadn’t spoken to each other, even if you were time zones apart on various vacations. There was truth in his words, that pretty much all of your friends had already lost their virginity and were very vocal in their ‘sexual exploits’, and yourself and Luke felt a little like outlanders, the only virgins of your group. It made sense to lose it together, to someone that you loved and that mattered.

“Y/N?” Luke’s voice broke your train of thought and you realized you’d been quiet for a couple of minutes.

“It won’t make it awkward between us?” you bit your lip. “I don’t want to lose you over this.”

Luke shuffled forward and took your hands in his, now looking directly at you. “You won’t lose me, Y/N. You never will.”

You breathed deeply. “Okay.”

“Okay?” his eyebrows rose and he seemed almost giddy.

“I trust you, Luke,” you told him sincerely.

Luke smiled, and moved even closer, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. “Is this okay?” he asked you nervously.

“Yes, Luke, just kiss me already,” you laughed and he complied, placing a hand behind your neck and pulling your lips on his.

His mouth moved slowly, lips apart and soft against yours. Your hands involuntarily wrapped themselves in his blonde hair and brought him even closer as his tongue swiped across your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth, exploring. Then he retracted his tongue and kissed the corner of your mouth, moving along your jawline and your head tilted back, his mouth working its way down finding your neck. Your breath hitched as he began to kiss, suck and bite at your neck, leaving red marks and causing a string of moans to escape your lips. At the sound of you moaning, he stopped and looked up at you.

“Are you okay? Is this all right?” he asked hurriedly, afraid he’d bitten too hard.  

“Luke, keep going,” you had to whisper and he nodded, lips back on your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot and sucking hard. You began to grow restless and swung your legs around so you were straddling him, his mouth breaking contact with your neck.

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” you grinned at him, taking the lead and pulling off his shirt. He seemed nervous, which you found cute, but the minute his shirt was off he was tugging away at yours. You helped him lift it over your head and you bit your lip timidly as he leaned back slightly to drink up the sight of you in your bra.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed and you blushed before he came back up to meet you. He reached around to your back and unclasped your bra, pulling it off slowly and torturously. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

He grabbed your hips again, tilting you both until your back hit the bed and he was on top of you. “Are you okay with this?” he asked you again and you nodded, pulling him closer.

Luke’s mouth, that wonderful mouth, kissed down the valley of your breasts agonisingly slow, before his lips were around one of your nipples, licking, sucking, kissing and teasing you, your other breast in his hand. You moaned again and your back began to arch as he swapped over, expertly reducing you to a moaning mess.

“Lu-ke,” you whined, lifting your hips to meet his and hooking your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down to you and grinding yourself into him, causing Luke himself to groan.

He moved lower, kissing along your stomach and hips as he did before he reached your jeans. Luke’s hands quickly fiddled with the zipper before he was pulling them down and sliding them off your legs. Then he leaned back and took off his own jean, his eyes not leaving yours once.

“Still okay with this? Luke asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Yes, Luke!” you insisted, but you found it sweet he kept checking on you.

He nodded and positioned himself so his head was by your knees before he took them in his hands and slowly opened your legs for him. Luke kissed up your thighs gently; going up one and completely missing your core before moving down the other leg. You kept breathing out his name, growing frustrated as he tormented you. He chuckled and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties before dragging them down and pulling them off you.

“Oh, god, you’re so beautiful, you’re perfect, Y/N,” Luke told you, or rather himself and your cheeks flushed.

“Just do something, Luke!” you groaned and he obliged, his mouth finding your centre. Your back fully arched up and your mouth opened, a loud moan escaping as Luke licked a stripe up you and your hands flew to his hair.

Luke’s nerves washed away as he began to work his tongue on you, slipping it inside you before back out. You ground your hips down against him as he inserted a finger into you, curling it slightly and pumping it in and out. You stuttered out his name over and over and gasped for air as he sucked on your clit, inserting another finger. He could feel you were getting close as you gripped his head harder, pushing him closer and writhing around on the bed.

Before you could climax, however, he removed his fingers and mouth and sat up. You whined at the loss of contact and looked up at him. He chuckled at your disappointed face. Luke leaned up to kiss you.

“I want us to climax together,” he told you and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the sweetness. “Do you have a condom?” he asked and you nodded, pointing to the draw beside your bed.

He found one and then pulled off his boxers and you couldn’t help but smirk at his length. “Where’ve you been hiding that, Hemmings?” you winked at him and he rolled his eyes.

Luke began to stroke himself as he put the condom on, then he came back to you, pushing your legs back open. He placed his tip at your centre, his head by your shoulder as he leaned on top of you. But he paused and looked at you. “Are you sure you want this, Y/N? You can stop here if you want or anytime – you totally don’t have to.” He checked with you, his previous nerves returning.

You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. “I want it, Luke. I’m sure.”

He nodded and kissed you as he pushed inside of you. You tilted your head back and whimpered as he did, and he paused to allow you to adjust to his size before he slowly began to withdraw himself, then pushing back in. He sped up, his lips found your neck and collarbone again as yours bit into his shoulder, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby,” Luke told you as he began to furiously slam into you, before slowing down, and then back up again. “Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Fuck, Luke,” Both of you began to moan out each other’s names in barely comprehensible breaths, sweat beginning to form on both of your bodies.

And then you felt the tension rise in your core, heating you up. “Oh, my god, Luke,” you panted and he told you to come for him – so you did, just as he did, too, both of you riding out your orgasm before he stopped and pulled out of you, rolling over and collapsing on your bed.

As you both came down from your high, you began to laugh. “Well, I didn’t expect that to happen when I invited you over, I’ll admit,” you joked.

Luke rolled onto one side and looked at you. He tucked a strand of your now wild hair behind your ear. “It was okay, right? You’re not hurting or bleeding or anything? If you are I’ll look after you.”

You smiled. “I’m fine, Luke, thank you,” he nodded and smiled back. “Maybe we should make this a regular think, huh?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I certainly wouldn’t complain – um, I mean if you want to…” he said and you laughed again.

“Yes, Luke. I want to,” you said again, kissing him again.

(Heroes -The New Age) L.H. AU -PART 1-

The hallway was full of teenagers and adults interacting with each other, it was like the first day of school but not like in the regular ones. This place wasn’t ordinary and this place wasn’t a school, it would better be called training centre.

Like every new girl, (y/n) was lost and confused. It happened every year with the freshmen. It took sometime for the newest to habituate to the new life style, to all the new responsibilities and the title of hero.

(Y/n) could overhear the conversations around her while she scared walked through the crowd looking for some sort of reception in that place. She held her bags over her shoulder so tight that some veterans thought her big power was her strength. Actually, she was just pretty nervous and still scared.

She heard all around the kids commenting about their summer vacation and how hard it was to control their powers. Even if it all sounded just like a mixture of High School Musical and X-Men in one single place, she knew pretty well how hard it was to control her powers.

She never found a receptionist or a secretary, she wasn’t in high school again but it was difficult to understand what kind of place it was. (Y/n) noticed the huge movement of the ‘students’ going to the gymnasium which looked more like a closed arena dangerous for claustrophobics.

The girl decided to follow the flow and when got in there, noticed that there wasn’t much people there but round a hundred. She looked at everyone that surrounded the stage that was in the middle of the place. Everyone, included her, were waiting for someone to appear on there. She anxiously waited wanting to finally understand what was going on, why her parents left her there saying their goodbye like it was forever and tears rolling down their faces like she never saw before. Probably it was the most dramatic and confused scene she had ever experienced.

After a few minutes of wait, finally a sign of the arrival of the responsible of this establishment came. The 'students’, like she was thinking, were vibrating in excitement when a man in a suit appeared on the stage like… Like magic. But she knew it wasn’t magic, it was his power. And even though she never really had contact with any other weird like her, she knew this place was full of people like this.

“Welcome to another year of training!” the man loudly said on the microphone and everyone there cheered like it was a football game. “I’m glad that you guys didn’t run away this summer. Welcome back to the veterans. And welcome the freshmen!”

It all looked like it was a show in Las Vegas style. (Y/n) was getting anxious and hated that her heart beat so fast because of it. She didn’t want it to be big deal, she didn’t want to feel like it really was a show or something like it. She wanted all this welcome to be something simple and discrete just like her personality. But what she didn’t understand was that it all was necessary, that man on the stage needed to keep his legion motivated and interested. They were young and new, they needed this energy and vibration he transmitted through his voice and body language.

“Freshmen” his manly voice called, “please raise your hand.”
She never thought that he would notice her hand raised but she did as it was asked. People around her applauded and pushed her to the stage just like it happened to the other new guys there.

(Y/n) never liked attention and never stepped on a stage before, she didn’t want to get up there and embarrass herself. But it didn’t happen like she wished, just like her, other 9 kids rested on the stage behind the man that still didn’t present himself.

“I am David Mansfield, and I am your leader.” his voice was empowering and just like he wanted, it excited every young person in that place, in his academy, the aggregation society of powerful kids he created.

He didn’t need much to make it understandable that he was loved and respected like he really was supposed to be. He dispensed the veterans to go to theirs rooms while he kept (Y/n) and the other news with him in the gymnasium.
Still on the stage he turned around to face them. He had his hands holding one another and a proud smile on his face like a father looked to his son.

“I know what you’re thinking and I’m gonna explain everything.” He said and the look on his face changed turning into a serious expression. (Y/n) was more than confused but felt on David, her leader, a comfort and security, he really passed that sensation to his equip. “Let’s take a walk.” He ordered and the 10 freshmen did so, they followed David to the exit of the gymnasium and all the way to the room he first entered.

Some couches were there for the teenagers to sit but (Y/n) wasn’t the one to make the first move. After everyone took a place, she did it last.

“This place isn’t a school, isn’t home, isn’t an amusement park. This is serious, this is training. People like us come here every year in different seasons, you are lucky to arrive at the beginning of our yearly studies and practices. Don’t think it make things easier, but surely better than coming in winter.” David was serious but (Y/n) already noticed the type of speech he had, he would always make an unhappy joke and hope it was discrete enough not to scare the equip.

“What are we doing here?” for the first time, someone but the leader pronounced himself. A boy with a bored expression questioned in a tone that (Y/n) thought David wouldn’t approve. What she didn’t know was that he was used to deal with kids like Tommy, the freshmen that made a question. He was used to deal with all types of teenagers and young adults, it made part of his mission.

“You are going to train, you are going to prepare yourselves to follow your mission. You are special people that need special care, I am here to help you through it all.” David answered not giving much detail but a blond girl quickly had a question to make. The leader seemed to like how curious and interested this small group was revealing to be.

“Are we stuck here forever?” Cynthia asked starting to panic. It never came to (Y/n)’s mind that she would be stuck there forever. Maybe that was why her mother cried miserably the morning she left her daughter to take the train to the country.

“What’s your name, Missy?” The leader asked before answering.
“It’s Cynthia.” the girl said a little annoyed like she already expected him to know how she was called.
“Cynthia, this isn’t forever but it is for a long time. It depends on how fast you are going to develop all your power and explore your skills. This depends on you, not on me.”

“So we’re here to train and leave? Nothing else?” another girl asked and David was happily answering everything his freshmen had to ask.

“You here to become a hero. That’s what you’re here for. After it all, you are going to battlefield. Your mission?” he asked himself for us sparing someone’s words. And then continued answering, “it’s to save the world." 

The open arms of David wasn’t making (Y/n) feel okay with the situation. To save the world was such a crazy thing for her, she didn’t believe it was possible. How would she save the world when she couldn’t even save herself? Her powers were too strong to handle, she didn’t believe either that it was possible to control all the fire she had inside.

She thought she would fail the mission of saving the world, she would put fire on everything with her uncontrollable hands.  She remembered when was a kid and without the will, lighted up the curtains of her bedroom and the fire got everywhere in the room burning everything. She tried to fix the problem but every time she did, the worst it got.

Her mother thought gloves would solve their problems but (Y/n) burned then the seconds she touched. With the years, her hands got controlled, her big problem was the anxiety. When the girl got anxious and nervous, everything got burnt so she started taking pills for mental health. Things got better but when the pills weren’t working as well as before, her parents looked for help and David Mansfield was there to give them a hand. (Y/n) asked herself if fire could be something useful to save the world, maybe having water in her hand instead of fire would be much more needed in a mission out there.

"But…” (Y/n)’s voice came out but she didn’t meant to be heard. Her question was to be inside her mind. She started getting nervous with the looks around her and it was worse than in the gymnasium with the applauses.
David gave her a comfort look motivating her to keep talking. “From who are we saving the world?” She finally asked and felt the room get a tension with it. David had more than ever the most serious look and it wouldn’t fade quickly.

“We aren’t the only ones with special powers. We use it for the good, some use it for the bad. We gotta save the world from those who are leaded by the dark side.”

Tommy moved on the couch getting excited with the way this conversation was taking. He felt like being a hero could be really cool and fun. While (Y/n), on the other side, just got more scared. The nervousness got wider inside of her making the end of her hair start burning with small spots of fire. The smell of burnt was present in the room and everyone noticed she was trying to control her powers but it was too hard for her to make it.

“Someone do something!” Cynthia exclaimed panicking and quickly a strong wind crossed the room blowing away the fire on her hair. (Y/n) looked to the other side of the room where a boy smiled at her. She mouthed a thank you and he winked back in response. She wondered if his powers were to control the wind or if it was something more complex than he demonstrated in the room. David liked the help the boy gave to (Y/n), this is what his academy was about, cooperation. He expected everyone to get along well in there and he already felt that (Y/n) and Calum were going to make a good couple of friends.

“You can go find your rooms in the dorm and go to the gymnasium later. We’re gonna have an opening battle. Hopefully you’re gonna like it.” Said that, (Y/n) and the others were dispensed from the the talk with the leader and went to the dorms to find the room they were going to share with another hero.

Part 2?

4

You’re a massive fan of Shawn Mendes and really want to go to his show since he’s finally in your hometown. You wanted your boyfriend Calum to come along, but he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to..

Masterlist

Nothing to flashy now but I will be adding with time :) 

let me know what you think and request if you like :)

Smut

One Direction Preferences

5sos Preferences

Imagines

Sweet Encounters

Sweet encounters are individual stories about each of the boys. I will update Sweet encounters by popular command so if you find a favorite just let me know and I’ll update that specific story :)

Power Outage (Michael Clifford Imagine)

“Y/N, is it supposed to rain or something? It’s looking pretty gloomy outside,” Michael observed, as he walked over to the couch in the living room, where you were sitting.

“I guess so. I haven’t looked at the forecast for today. Let’s find out,” you reply, grabbing the remote, and turning on the TV. Once you flip to the weather channel, Michael sits next to you on the couch.

“There’s a pretty big rainstorm coming our way. It should be pretty heavy, so it’s advised to stay inside if possible, because there could be some dangerous winds, as well,” the meteorologist says, pointing to a map.

“I guess we are having a storm. Maybe it won’t hit here too badly, I mean, storms like this have passed by before, or not been as bad as they were predicted to be,” you say, thinking out loud.

“Who knows. I mean, as long as the power doesn’t go out, it’s fine. I haven’t had this much free time in a while, and I’d like to spend some of it playing Xbox,” Michael explained, making you laugh.

“If I were you, I’d do that now. If the power does go out, then you’ll be even more upset if you didn’t get any playing time in. It’s not supposed to come here until five, so that gives you a good twenty minutes,” you suggest.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll be back in our room, then,” Michael replied. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before getting up, and walking towards your shared room. You repositioned yourself on the couch, and began to read one of the magazines that you’d had on the coffee table for the past few days. About twenty minutes later, when you were getting really into an article you were reading, you could see the lights flicker out of the corner of your eye. You decided to ignore it, because it wasn’t a guarantee that this was the storm yet. Five minutes later, you heard the sound of a bunch of electronics shut off, and the lamp on the table next to you shut off.

“Damn it!” you heard Michael shout from your room. The next thing you heard were footsteps coming towards the living room.

“Michael, what happened? Are you alright?” you asked as soon as he got into the living room.

“I was so close to beating the level I was on, and right as I was at the end, the power went out! I’ll have to start all over,” Michael replied in an angry tone. You tried your best not to laugh, since you thought he was blowing it out of proportion.

“Michael, it’s okay. You’re one of the best video game players I’ve ever met, so you’ll beat that level as soon as the power comes back on. Until then, what do you think we should do? I mean, we don’t know how long it’ll be out,” you explained.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good question,” Michael replied, trailing off.

“Actually, I think we should make something to eat, since it’ll be hard to see later when it gets really dark out,” you explained.

“Well, I’m always down for food, let’s do that,” Michael said, making you laugh. The two of you walked into the kitchen. You walked over to the fridge, and Michael walked over to the pantry.

“So, we can’t make something from the freezer, because the microwave won’t work, and I don’t even want to try using the oven. What’s in the pantry?” you ask, realizing how long it’d been since either of you had gone grocery shopping.

“There’s spaghetti, and soup in here,” Michael replied.

“Want to make spaghetti? There’s sauce in here, and it’ll just go bad since the fridge isn’t cooling anything right now.” You explain.

“Sure. Wait, can we make it with the power out?” he asked, grabbing the pasta from the shelf.

“Yeah, because our stove is a gas stove, not electric. By the way, we really need to go to the store soon,” you reply, laughing a bit.

“Agreed. This is sad,” Michael said, now laughing himself. You went to a cabinet, and pulled out a big pot, and filled it with water. You set it on the range, and turned on the stove.

“After the water boils, we’ll put the pasta in, and while the pasta softens, we’ll cook the sauce. If it gets too hot, it burns and sticks to the pan,” you explained.

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’d survive a power outage myself,” Michael says, laughing.

“I can’t disagree with that,” you say, laughing yourself.

“That didn’t require a comment,” Michael said in a mock hurt voice.

“I’m not going to take that back,” you reply, still laughing.

“I’ll just ignore this. What are we supposed to do once we’ve eaten? There’s like nothing fun to do now,” Michael complained, sounding like a little kid.

“Let’s figure that out when we get there,” you suggest. A couple seconds later, you saw bubbles start to form in the pot of water.

“Time to put the noodles in!” you exclaim, pouring them out of the box, and into the pot.

“Are you going to start the sauce, too?” Michael asked. You nodded, as you go the sauce pot out from a drawer. After you poured the sauce into the pot, you turned on the range. After about ten minutes, both the noodles and sauce were ready to eat. You drained the bowl of water, and put a serving spoon into the pot. You went over to the cabinet where you keep plates, and grabbed two off of the top shelf.

“Get as much as you want,” you said, handing Michael his plate. After getting his food, you got yours, and you both walked out to your dining room. While you two ate, there wasn’t much conversation, but you didn’t mind the silence. With the constant buzz of electronics, it was kind of nice to not have to hear anything, except for the rain pelting on the windows. Once you were done with your meal, you set your plates in the sink, and Michael turned to face you.

“What now?” Michael asked you, reminding you of a little kid.

“Didn’t you say that you’d written some new songs the other day?” you asked in reply.

“Well, I’d started some songs, but I don’t think that they’re very good. They were kind of just boredom relievers,” Michael explained.

“Well, are you bored right now?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course I am, there’s no electronics right now,” Michael replied, making it sound like it was the most obvious answer ever.

“Why don’t we go try and finish them,” you suggest with a smile.

“You really want to spend your time working on those?” Michael asked, sounding surprised.

“Of course I do. You seemed pretty proud of them last week,” you recalled.

“I was, I guess I ran out of inspiration,”

“Let’s go fix that, then,” you say, leading Michael to your shared room. He grabbed his notepad and guitar, and the two of you sat on your bed.

“Should I just start one?” Michael asked. You nodded, and he started playing. He didn’t have any lyrics yet, but the guitar riff he’d just played was one of the best you’d ever heard in your life.

“Michael, that was awesome!” you exclaim, with a huge smile.

“Really?” Michael asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah! Michael, you’re one of the best song writers I’ve ever met,” you said, causing Michael to smile. The two of you worked on Michael’s songs, until about seven, because it got too dark to see.

“What should we do?” Michael asked you. Well, this is kind of lame, but maybe we can go ahead and get our PJs on, and we can just relax. You’ve been so busy lately, I don’t think it’d be such a bad idea,” you suggest, expecting Michael to dismiss it.

“I like that, I really could use that right now,” Michael replied. Michael put all of his writing stuff away, and the two of you put on your PJs, then got right back into bed. You lit a few candles on your bedside table, then snuggled up next to Michael. The two of you sat like this for twenty minutes, almost as if you were in some sort of trance. The sound of Michael’s heartbeat calmed you, and the lack of talking brought back that same peaceful silence from earlier. Eventually, you started to feel your eyes get heavy, and you yawned.

“Are you tired, Y/N?” Michael asked you. You just nodded into his chest as a reply.

“Do you want to go to sleep?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you admit. You leaned over, and blew out the candles. You turned back around, and snuggled into Michael again. Neither of you really liked not having any electricity, but as you fell asleep, you thought to yourself about how happy you were that you got to disconnect for a bit.

Michael Clifford : “Your smile is my only weakness.”

“Damn it!” I shouted at the tv. Michael and I were sitting on the couch playing mario cart. The reason for my shouting was because he’s beaten me at every round we’ve done. “I demand a rematch.”

“Whatever you say, babe.” he smirked, “but you know I’m going to win.”

“Urrggghh!” he frustrates me so much when we play video games. So we started another round, and guess what? He won again.

“What is your weakness?” I was beyond angry at this point. After two hours of playing this damn game and losing I think I deserved to know what his weakness was. Instead of replying to me he kissed me. Just a short and sweet kiss. When he pulled away he leaded his forehead on mine and said, “Your smile is my only weakness.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at what he said.

“You’re a dork.”

“I know, but I’m your dork.”

Drown- Luke

What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead”

Luke wasn’t home yet. He said he would be home by midnight, and it was 4am. You were anxious, and scared for his safety. He used to always be home on time, until about a month ago. You suspected he was cheating. The time ticked by slowly as you sat on the living room couch watching some random tv show.

At around 4:30 you heard the door creak open. You sit up from the couch and watched a tired looking Luke staggered in. His hair that was normally in a perfectly articulated quiff was messed up and sticking out everywhere. His eyes had bags under it, and his eyes looked sort of spaced out. It was inevitable he had been drinking, he did tell you that he was going out with the boys. But that didn’t explain his unbuttoned shirt that revealed the red and purple skin on his neck and collarbone. Your heart sank as the possibilities raced your head. One thing was clear though, he had cheated. He literally had the hickey’s to prove it.

“Luke,” you said, your voice shaky.

Luke’s head whipped around to face you, a surprised expression on his face. His blue eyes were wide, his mouth turning into an “O” shape. You tried to stay calm.

“Babe, why are you home so late?” You held back the knowing tears, and waited.

You wanted Luke to tell you himself. He always cracked under pressure, and was a horrible liar.

“I..um,” Luke’s voice faltered, his eyes scanning the room.

You knew he was trying to find an excuse, but you still held eye contact.

“The boys and I went out to eat after drinking, and I was the last one to be dropped home,” Luke rushed his eyes darting everywhere but mine.

You just nodded and led him up to your guys’ shared room. You tucked him in pecking lips, before getting in beside you. What he didn’t know was that as soon as he was in a deep sleep you got up, and packed your stuff. There wasn’t much, just a small suitcase full of the clothes you loved and different knick knacks you’d collected over the years. You left your promise ring he had given you on the beside table with a note that red

Luke,

You can’t meet my eyes when you lie.

Goodbye

It was around 6am when your friend Calum’s car pulled into the driveway and you rushed out, a few stray tears falling from you eyes. You were halfway out the door when you heard, rustling.

“Y/n?” You heard a sleepy Luke question.

Then you heard a loud gasp and his feet hitting the floor. You quickly ran back inside and grabbed a random picture frame, before bolting. You were in the car about the drive off when you saw Luke run out of the house in just his boxers, tears in his eyes.

He saw the car and he ran to it, but Calum had already slammed on the gas. You sped down the road away from the house, and Luke. Luke stood there stunned. He had just witnessed everything he ever wanted being taken from him. It was his fault too.

You leaving didn’t kill him, but he sure wished it did after what he had just seen.

“And I can’t take one more moment of this silence, the loneliness is haunting me.”

It had been a month since you’d left. He’d tried calling you a million times, but you’d changed your number and blocked him on all social media possible. It was like you never existed in the first place. All that you left behind was some clothes and the pictures. Luke didn’t know how to feel about the pictures that were left behind, scattered on the walls and on tables. He loved having something to hold onto, proof that you had existed, but when he looked at them he felt pain.

When his bandmates Ashton, Michael, and Calum had found out what he’d done, they had shut him out. Calum especially, he did the same thing you had, blocking Luke on everything possible. Ashton ignored you, and Michael would sometimes come around to try and cheer Luke up. But that’s only sometimes, he doesn’t want the others to know he still associated himself with Luke.

To say Luke was lonely was an understatement. He felt like he was the last human on the earth. Everyday he spent in silence, sometimes not even leaving his bed. What was the point anymore? You were gone. You were his inspiration for everything. Plus, he was most definitely not welcome in the band anymore. He wasn’t even sure if the band was still together after what he had done. I mean they didn’t really need him did they? He was just the lead vocalist. Michael could easily sit in for him on guitar, and Calum knew all of Luke’s solos by heart. He was expendable.

Luke was even too lonely to call her. The girl who had screwed everything up. He tried to be angry at her, but he couldn’t. It was his fault wasn’t it? He was the one who purposely didn’t tell her he had a girlfriend. He was the one who had pushed her up against the wall at that club. He was the one to blame.

Luke paced the house, trailing his hands against the walls. He was beyond lonely, he felt insane. It was so silent and he couldn’t handle it anymore. His hand hit a picture on the hallway wall, and something inside of Luke broke. He fell to his knees, silent sobs escaping his lips. He couldn’t handle it anymore. The isolation, the hatred, the emptiness, it was all too much. It was haunting him in his dreams. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw you; the way your lips curled when you smiled, the way your eyes crinkled at the end when you laughed. It was like a beautiful nightmare he couldn’t escape.

In fact, he didn’t want to escape it.

He wanted you.

“It comes in waves, I close my eyes, hold my breath and let it bury me.”

After that day when he broke, the breakdowns happened more often now. He’d be sitting on the couch, and it’d hit him that you were gone. He would be at the store, and he’d just fall to the ground and sob. It was like a wave of sadness his him, as he realized he no longer needed to buy your favorite cereal. One time Michael was over, and he opened a snapchat from you. It was a picture of you and Calum, you sitting on his lap pulling a dopey grin while Calum had his signature duck face. Jealousy raged in Luke when he saw it.

“Why is she on his lap?” Luke questioned angrily.

“Dude chill, they live together now,” Michael responded, rolling his eyes a Luke.

“Live together! It’s been like two months!”

“They’re just friends Luke,” Michael deadpanned, getting up to leave, “And you can’t blame Calum for being protective of her after what you did. You should be happy she’s even smiling, for a good month all she did was cry and raid our fridge.”

Michael slammed the door, signalling he was gone. Luke ran out into the backyard, oblivious the rain that was slamming down the ground in giant droplets. He sat on the cold cement, his eyes closed. The pain he felt buried him, and he felt like he was drowning in air.

“You can’t be gone you can’t be gone,” he repeated it to himself like a chant.

But the thing was, you were already gone.

“Who will fix me now? Dive in when I’m down?”

It’s been countless months, and Luke only gotten worse. He stopped leaving his house. Sometimes he didn’t even get out of bed. Without you his life had no purpose. Ashton, Michael, and Calum often visited, Calum forgiving him for the sake of the band. They always would burst in the house to find Luke’s unpaid bills, and mail that just sat on the porch. It was a struggle to even get Luke out of bed to practice guitar, and his voice was always pained when he sang.

It was one day when they boys arrived to find Luke passed out with a bottle of alcohol, when they knew they had to do something. He couldn’t keep getting himself drunk if he was going to heal and move on.

You and Calum were at home watching a movie when he decided to bring it up, “Y/n you should talk things out with Luke.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you sassed.

“Y/n”

“Calum”

“He misses you,”

“He didn’t when he stuck his dick up some bitch’s asshole,”

“Y/n that language will not be tolerated in this household motherfucker!” Calum scolded, raising his finger in a joking matter.

“I wonder who I got it from”

“But seriously,” Calum said turning the movie off, “he’s a wreck, Y/n he literally drinks until he passes out now, because every time he willinging closes his eyes he gets these nightmares.”

“It’s not my job to fix him,” you responded, before you got up and went upstairs to your room.

“Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?”

Calum sat on the edge of Luke’s bed. Luke hasn’t gotten up for days, claiming he was sick.

“Luke you have to fight whatever this is you have it’s been almost a week,” Calum reasoned, bringing Luke some aspirin.

“What if I don’t want to fight it,” Luke responded.

The room was bathed in a deadly silence. Luke took the aspirin slowly, before dropping his head back on the pillow. Calum soon left, saying he had a band meeting or something. Luke continued to lay there staring at the ceiling. What if he died from this sickness? Was he even sick? All Luke knew was his chest was constantly in pain, to the point where he couldn’t sing. His head ached constantly, and he just wanted to fall asleep.

But whenever he closed his eyes the nightmares would invade, and that was even worse. They were more gruesome now, with things zombie like creatures attacking you while he was glued to the ground.

Luke sat there contemplating everything. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to make it through whatever he was dealing with alive anymore.

It was all too much.

“What doesn’t destroy you, leaves you broken instead.”

It was the middle of the night, and you were wide awake. It was one of those nights where you just couldn’t sleep. You thought of going to wake Calum, but didn’t want to be any trouble, considering he was letting you stay in his house. You were staring at the wall, the clock showing that it was around 3am. You sighed turning over, when you phone started ringing.

Who was calling you at 3am? You looked at your phone to see an unsaved number. Without thinking it through you picked up, to hear familiar ragged sobs on the other end.

It was Luke.

“Luke?” You whispered softly, your voice wavering.

“Y/N? Oh my god you actually picked up, please don’t hang up I’m begging you. I’ve been trying to leave you alone, but Cal gave me your number and I wasn’t going to use it but it’s late and everything hurts. It’s been weeks of this constant pain and I’m not sure if I’m sick or just missing you. And I don’t know what to do anymore, and I just can’t keep living like this. I can’t live without you and the constant guilt of what I’ve, I’ve done,” Luke was blubbering now, his voice cracking.

You were honestly speechless. You knew he missed you, that’s all Calum talked about anymore, but was it really that bad. The line was quiet, until you heard the rushing of water.

“Luke, where are you?” panic rose in you as the rushing sounds got louder.

“At our place, I just, I needed to go somewhere”

You and Luke had a waterfall you always loved to walk to in the woods behind your house. It was a beautiful place, but the bottom of the waterfall had a ton of jagged rocks at the bottom. One jump could definitely kill someone. You were about so try and talk to Luke, but the line went dead. You sighed hastily getting up and shoving boots on your feet.

He sounded so broken, and you had to go save him.

“And the weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up.”

Luke sat still, listening to the rushing over water. He was sitting on a rock that hung over the giant waterfall. Everything was rushing through his mind at once, and he was trying to get it to slow down. He was stunned. You had picked up, and actually listened to him. The way you said his name rang in his head like church bells. Your voice was a heaven he never appreciated until now. He had thrown his phone off the side into the waterfall, angry. He couldn’t hear your voice everyday anymore, he had destroyed everything.

The longer Luke sat the heavier he felt, and he wasn’t sure if he could hold on much longer.

“I’m not okay, and it’s not alright, Won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again?”

You had stolen Calum’s car in a desperate attempt to get to Luke. In all honesty, you weren’t even licensed. Your hands were shaky as you drove at high speeds, your mind a whirlwind of worries. Was Luke thinking about jumping? He couldn’t could he? He had so much to live for, so much to do with his life.

You parked outside your old house quickly, noticing all the lights were off. You took off sprinting into the woods behind the house, the little path you and Luke had made guiding you. You reached the clearly where the waterfall was, and you saw him. He was crying, his knees pulled to his chest. He was mumbling something you couldn’t understand, and he shook slightly.

“Luke?” You called out, already heading over to climb up to him.


Luke’s head shot up from between his knees, his eyes puffy and red.

“You’re not real,” Luke murmured his eyes seeming far off.

You quickly scaled the back of the waterfall, and sat down beside him. He sat completely still next to you, staring into your eyes.

“Are you alright Luke?” You whispered, your hands reaching up to hold his cheek.

His face was hot under your cool fingertips, and tears that were freely running pooled in his hands.

“No,” he started pulling back slightly, “I’m a monster Y/n I hurt you..why are you here?”

“I’m here to bring you home,” You said scooting closer to him.

“I don’t want to go back there, it’s empty and silent without you, “His voice was cold and icy, almost emotionless. He sounded drained, “Home is somewhere you can feel loved, that’s not home, home is wherever you are and I can’t have that anymore,”

He turned towards you, his sad blue eyes piercing your own.

“I’m here now aren’t I?” You questioned, leaning in.

“This always was our second home anyways.”

“'Cause you know that I can’t do this on my own.”

After that you guys had kissed. It was a weird feeling, his face was so warm and yours was so cold. It was almost different.

“I’m sorry,” Luke mumbled, as you two sat together.

You just nodded leaning onto his side. You didn’t realize it, but you were both drifting off.

Or so you thought.

“Save me from myself, don’t let me drown.”

You woke up on the cold stone. The sky was cloudy as you looked up at it, and it looked like it was going to rain. You turned to your side expecting to see Luke lying there beside you, his lips pouted as he snored. To your surprised though, there was nothing. Had you been dreaming? Did you sleep walk here?

You stood up and saw a figuring running towards you. It was Calum and he had policemen and an paramedics with him.

“Y/N!” He shouted, running towards you.

He engulfed you in a bone crushing hug, his breathing shaky.

“Where’s Luke?” You asked confused.

You could have sworn he was with you last night. Your face fell when you saw a blue body being pulled from the water. It was a mop of bloody blond hair that and mud. The paramedics went to lift the body and it’s head rolled back, revealing the eyes. They were a piercing blue.

Luke’s eyes were blue.

lil smol ships

(before i start did you see what i did there? get it little smol ships? cause like my url is lilsmolcalum. no? okay then) 

okay hi i wanna do ships again so here we go.

R U L E S (MUST BE FOLLOWED)

  • follow me
  • reblog this post
  • maybe reblog my selfie (optional but appreciated)
  • must have a about me and a face page (if not then make a post with a description of your personality and interests with a selfie and tag me in it)
  • ask me a question about music or makeup or calum or ship me

W H A T  Y O U  G E T

  • ship
  • ship name
  • lil smol blurb
  • best friend in band
  • compliment
  • what your name reminds me of
  • mini playlist of songs
  • a gif of your ship boy
  • a gif of you and your boy 

Imagine:
Luke: “Y/N can I have a bite from your Pizza?”
Y/N: “Just one bite, Luke.” giving him the Pizza slice.
Luke: “Thank you Y/N!” running away with it.
Y/N: “What?! Luke give me my Pizza back.” running after Luke. 🍕💓

Zombie Apocalypse (4/4)

A/N: This imagine was so fun to write and I couldn’t stop laughing when I was writing it :’)

Word Count: 593

Michael, Calum, Ashton and Luke were just hanging out having a few beers on a casual Saturday night. “What?! No! You’ve got to be kidding!” Luke yelled at the TV screen. Luke was versing Calum in a very intense game of Fifa, which turned to a complete mess when they both started getting tipsy.

Michael sat on the couch, loathing over the fact his phone was now at 20% and he was too lazy to get up and get his charger from the other side of the room.

Ashton was in the kitchen, popping the lids off four more beer bottles while singing 90’s songs to himself.

“I won. You lost now you have to do the penalty.” Calum poked his tongue out, snatching the other beer from Ashton’s hand. “Not fair! I got that goal but -. Nevermind.” Luke dragged his feet along the carpet towards the door. Michael was now finally out of his seat to follow closely behind the boys. “Say it!” Ashton cheered. Luke yelled at the top of his lungs, clearly and loudly enough for the neighbourhood to hear.

A loud crashing noise came from a few houses down. The boys turned their heads towards the noise to see a man ravaging through a bin out on the footpath. “Mate are you alright? If you want some food we’ll give you some.” Michael headed towards the man, who stopped the look at him. His clothes were torn and muddy like he was crawling in dirt.

A groan came from the mans mouth as he faced Michael. Michael backed away before jogging back to the boys. The man limped over, his neck hanging to the side. “Really funny man!” Luke laughed, pointing to him. More inhumanly groans and moans came from behind them as they noticed another few people coming to them. “What.” “The.” “Fuck.” “Run!” They said one after the other, running back into the house.

“I take back my offer for food!” Ashton shoved the latch into the holder and ran into another room. “What’s happening out there?!” Calum breathed, his head feeling dizzy. “Zombie apocalypse, that’s the only reasonable explanation!” Michael convinced them, then he began to blabber on about some hoax he read about online about how it was going to happen soon enough. “Get in here.” Ashton waved the boys into a spare room.

The boys scrambled through the house to find reasonable weapons and something to protect them. By the time they finished finding things there were loud bangs at the door. “Luke you look fucking ridiculous.” Michael slurred, laughing at Luke. Luke stood in a hockey mask and gloves. The fact he was drunk made him cover himself bubble wrap. “We’re going to die!” Calum breathed out, he said it like he was in a movie and had no hope he’s actually survive. This whole situation seemed like a movie, not that the boys had seen a decent Zombie thriller.

Not that those would help them in a real life situation. “Calum have more faith would ya!” Ashton punched his arm. Calum glared back at him before looking at the door. The door bell rang. “Hello who is it?” Luke snickered to himself. “Luke don’t be a dick.” Ashton pushed past him. “Ready?” “Kinda.” The boys replied back. They headed out the back of the house and then jumped over the fence.

When it came to the boys actually fighting zombies.. Well they did pretty well. “Suck it Zombie!” Michael screamed.

“This is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday.”

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New Fanfic Part One
Michael glanced at the girl at the desk in the front right corner of the room as he finished scribbling the History notes down. She had one earbud in her left ear while the other was hanging down into her lap. She had these cute (yes, Michael uses that word) black sneaker wedges on, and it only showed a little bit to her style since they were supposed to wear these stupid uniforms.

The thing about this girl was, she was already quite tall, about 5’9”. The wedges made her seem about three inches taller and just about his height. He loved the fact that she was tall and she wore wedges to exaggerate it. He loved that she didn’t care that girls were usually shorter in relationships.

“Alright, Gabriella, what was the Missouri Compromise?” The girl looked up at their teacher and Michael realized that Mrs. Helms was calling her out because she never really participated in questions like this.

“Well, obviously it was a compromise, but it was between the north and the south, or free states and slave states. Missouri could come in as a slave state if Maine could come in as a free state to keep the balance. Then they set a boundary at the edge of Missouri for the end of the slave state territory,” she explained. Michael smiled as Mrs. Helms stood shocked at the younger girl.

“Good job.” The girl Alex behind Gabriella patted her on the shoulder and Gabriella smiled.

Michael also had noticed that she was a quiet girl, she never really went out of her way to make friends with people. The only reason she had friends was because people would find something interesting in her and entertain it for a long enough moment to see that she was really cool. Then those people would introduce her to other people.

Soon the bell rang and it’s the end of the school day. Michael watched the girl with short hair stuff her binder and notebook into her bag. “Want to come over this weekend?” Alex asked. Gabriella looked up at her with wide, hazel eyes. “Just like a regular sleepover and stupid superhero cartoons with really bad freezer pizza,” Alex explained and a huge smile hit Gabriella’s face.

“Sure, let me just ask my dad.” Michael wanted so badly to go up there and talk to her, but then they called some busses over the intercom and she just disappeared.

Originally posted by sexycliffconda