Ashton : You groaned again, restraining yourself from banging your head off the several chemistry textbooks that surrounded you at the kitchen table. Midterms were coming up quickly, and you were determined to pass with flying colours. Suddenly a pair of hands were covering your eyes, making you yelp with surprise. “Guess who?” Ashton chuckled, and you giggled. “Hmm, I wonder.” You teased, and he released your head, leaning down to kiss you gently on the cheek. “Whatcha working on?” He asked, taking a seat on the chair across from you. “Chem, I have that big mid-term coming up and I’m trying to study.” You replied, trying to concentrate on the unbalanced equation. “Can I help?” He wondered, his eyes bright with excitement. “Sure, you can quiz me on this stuff. It’s just some definitions.” Ashton took the sheet of paper you handed him, and skimmed the list, “Alright, what’s nuclear fission?” You smirked, knowing the answer. “It’s when a large atom breaks apart into smaller atoms. It sometime occurs in a radioactive decay process, but it’s more common in nuclear reactors and atomic bombs.” You stated, thinking back to the pages in your textbook. Ashton looked at you from over top of the sheet, and shot you a smile. “That’s my little nerd.”
Calum : “No, if you were cultivating the organism, it’d have to be under controlled conditions.” You said to your friend, who was over to study for your big test coming up in your Aquaculture class. You and her had been trying to answer practice questions all afternoon, while Calum was out with the boys. Soon, however, the front door banged shut and Calum appeared in the doorway to the living room, where you and your friend were sprawled out across the carpet. “What’s going on? How goes the studying?” He asked, greeting your friend. ”Crappy.” You replied, sighing into your textbook. “Our professor is actually trying to kill us.” Your friend laughed, and Cal chuckled. “Well, I’d offer to help, but I never finished school, so..” He trailed off, not wanting to desert you, but also not wanting to deal with your strange Biology homework. “Thanks for the offer Cal, but why don’t you go play some video games or something? We’ll be a while.” You told him, knowing he didn’t want to stay at all. Calum gently cheered, gave you a quick kiss before retreating to the computer room. “Now,” You sighed, “where were we?”
Luke : “But baby, you’ve been at it for three hours!” Luke whined, nudging a one of the several large books that rested on your white bedspread with his foot. “Yeah, because I need to pass this exam.” You muttered. “Five more minutes, and then we can do something.” Luke let his head fall back against the pillow, admiring how bothered you looked, fretting over the math textbook. “You said five more minutes five minutes ago. Please, baby?” He whined again, sitting up so he was facing you. “I don’t wanna have to distract you.” Luke bit his lip, and you sighed, running a hand though your hair. “Luke, I need to study!” You complained, but he wasn’t listening. Slowly he pulled you over so you were straddling him, feeling each of your legs with a light touch. Luke leaned into your neck, kissing softly as you couldn’t help but wrap your fingers in his blonde hair. “Luke..” You murmured as he worked at your jaw. “Hmm?” He hummed, and you could feel him smirk against your skin. “I think I can spare a few minutes.” “Finally!” He breathed, moving to kiss your lips.
Michael : Michael had been out at a writing session with the band, which ended up lasting until eleven o’clock. He knew you hadn’t expected him home until later, and that you’d wanted some peace and quiet to study for your upcoming physics exam. The house was dark when he arrived home, however, except for the kitchen, where he found you asleep in a textbook. Your hair was piled on your head in a ragged bun, and you were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, of the table full of graphs and equations and you nestled in between it all. Michael left his bag on a chair and put your empty mug in the dishwasher, before gently picking you up bridal style. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down softly on the mattress. You stirred lightly, rubbing your eye. “Mikey?” You asked into the dark air, wrapping yourself in the thick blankets. “I’m right here, baby. Go back to sleep.” He soothed softly, climbing into bed beside you, and wrapping a thick arm around your waist. “Love you, Mikey.” You mumbled, the words tangled with sleep. “Love you too, princess.”
