kik me // lrh

[four]

🍃luke's pov🍃

luke that was so stupid of you.

"i-i, don't know what to say." she says, her cheeks flushing red.

i hear a door shut behind me so i turn around to see michael.

"get out." i whisper to him.

he smiles and yells, "OH MY GOD! ARE YOU CHLOE?!"

i look back at my phone and chloe's nodding.

"LUKE HAS TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOU! HE LOVES YOU! HE LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ESPECIALLY YOUR, WHAT DO YOU CALL THEM? YABOS? LUKE LIKES YOUR YABOS. IN FACT, HE LOVES THEM!" michael yells at the top of his lungs. (((hocus pocus anyone??)))

i froze like a deer in the headlights.

"pardon?" chloe asks, tilting her head on the side.

i sigh and cover my eyes.

"n-nothing." i say. "he was just being an idiot."

"may i ask, who was that?"

"oh that's my roommate, michael."

"he looks really familiar. like i've seen him around. but a lot."

"michael?" i call him back over to me.

he grunts stopping next to me.

"have you been in new york lately?"

"um no." he answers, confused.

"okay, nevermind." i say, schooing him off.

"HERE WE ARE NOW! ENTERTAIN US!" michael screams as he walks out of my room.

i sigh at him, then turn to chloe.

"so. what were we talking about?" i ask, adjusting my phone so it was standing up straighter.

"um. i don't remember. oh. while i'm thinking of this. how will i be listening to this song of yours?"

"you'll find out soon enough."

"luke." she states, widening her eyes.

"i won't give into that." i say, laughing a bit.

"pwease?" she asks, turning down her bottom lip.

"ugh. this is hard saying no."

"chloe?" i hear from behind her.

"yeah?" she answers.

"you have to walk maria home."

"ugh fine." she says, groaning.

"so i guess i'll talk to you later?"

"sure."

and as i was about to hit end, i hear michael behind me, "LUKE WANKS TO YOUR NAME EVERY NIGHT CHLOE!"

i hit end the quickest i ever have. i feel rage through my body knowing that chloe probably heard him say that.

"i would run if i were you." i state, closing my eyes tightly.

"haha what are you gonna do bubble butt baby boy?" michael says, chuckling at himself.

"quite nice alliteration michael. props." i say, opening my eyes.

"why thank you lukey pooke-" michael starts, but i jump out of my chair and tackle him to the ground.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! SHE PROBABLY THINKS IM WEIRD NOW!" i scream at him, kicking him in the man berries.

he holds his junk and groans in pain.

"i don't think i can have children after that." michael says, trying to stand up.

i pull him off the floor and frown.

"you're a pussy."

i walk back to my phone and open twitter.

i tweet, " it's official @michael5sos is a pussy :-)"

i smile at my phone, then run into the kitchen and pull out a bag of chips. i look over and see michael sitting at the counter looking down.

"quit playing with your dick." i state, ripping open the bag.

"i'm not playing with it." he pauses, "i'm icing it."

i laugh uncontrollably and drop on the floor, pounding my fists on the tile.

"I'M CRYING!" i yell.

"GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP LUCAS!" calum yells from his room.

"AY! quit cursing." ashton states from his room.

"MICHAEL IS ICING HIS DICK!" i scream and continue a fit of laughter.

"WHAT?!" calum and ashton yell, running out of their rooms.

"holy shit." michael whispers to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

"i kicked michael in the man berries and now he can't have children. it's as simple as that. and now his ding dong is bruised and he's icing it." i state, popping a chip into my mouth.

michael looks up at me with a blank face and dark eyes.

"well at least i'm not awkward as shit when i talk to girls."

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