5SOS Preferences

I've Got This Friend

Michael: God she was beautiful. I could barely take my eyes away from her. Fuck.
"Hey, [Y/N]?" I asked sheepishly.
She turned away from the mirror to face me, a smile gracing her half glossed lips.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I know you've just gotten out of a pretty serious relationship..."
"Mike, that was three months ago. I'm over it."
"You didn't sound very over it last week when you were yelling about him taking another girl on a date!"
"I was just pissed because he got into a new relationship before I did. I don't still like him or anything. Anyway, what were you saying?"
"Well..." Oh god, was a really about to do this? Could I really ask her out?
"Uh-um..." Oh god. "Well I..."
She smiled sweetly back at me, as if I wasn't blabbering like an idiot.
"I-" I panicked. "I've got this friend. Um, he really likes you. In fact he's pretty crazy about you."
A crinkle appeared above her nose like it always did when she was confused.
"You do? Who is it?" She asked.
"Uh, I don't think he would want me to say." I told her. This was a train wreck. She shrugged and turned back to her mirror to finish her make up. Did she look disappointed? She stood up to leave, turning to me properly. Woah.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She giggled. I closed my mouth and attempted to keep my eyes on hers.
"You look good, [Y/N]." I spluttered. She grinned at me and grabbed my hand to pull me up.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Clifford. Come on, let's go. And I guess you can set me up on a date with your friend if you want."

Calum: I strummed my guitar, not playing any particular song. She made me feel the need to write songs about her. It was so cliche, I hated it, especially seen as she didn't know how I felt. I'd tried to tell her plenty of times, but I messed up every time.
There was a knock at my door, signalling [Y/N]'s arrival. I rushed to open the door, almost falling over in the process.
"Hey," she greeted me, stepping into my apartment. She was so cute.
We sat in front of the TV for a while, talking over the programmes that came on.
"[Y/N], would you like me better if I had a car?" I suddenly asked, blushing immediately. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Shit. She frowned, obviously wondering why I had just blurted that out. I tried to explain myself, but it was no use.
"I like you as you are babe," she grinned at me. I blushed. Now I had even less of an idea of what to say.
"I-I've got this friend, [Y/N]. He likes you."
She raised her eyebrows, motioning for me to explain further.
"I can't tell you who he is, b-but he plays the bass guitar. He wanted me to tell you before he asks you out, you know, to see if you'd be cool with it."
"But Cal, I don't even know who this guy is. Plus there's only really one guy I'd like to ask me out."
My heart sank. Shit. I gulped and attempted to act normal.
"Who?"
"I'm not telling! So who is your friend? I don't really think I want a date with him if he can't tell me himself."
Well this plan backfired a bit.
"You tell him to tell me himself, and then I might think about it. Might."
And just like that she went back to being completely chilled out, shovelling a handful of popcorn in her mouth as if I hadn't just told her that someone was desperate to be with her. I wondered if she would be more enthused if she found out this 'friend' was the guy she said she liked. Of course that couldn't happen, because I was the 'friend,' but still. I needed to find out who this guy was so I could beat him up. Fuck.

Ashton: she laughed hysterically as she tried to trip me over, failing miserably and causing herself to fall over in the process. Of course I tried to help, I reached out to grab her but she anticipated this and pulled me down onto the grass with her, resulting in us both rolling around on the grass like idiots. She rolled on top of me, pinning me down as she did so.
"Haha! I've got you now!" She laughed. God I loved it when she laughed.
"[Y/N], I've got this friend," I blurted. This was probably the most inappropriate time to do this. Her eyes told me to explain.
"He-he doesn't want me to tell you who he is but he's crazy about you. You talk to him nearly everyday, [Y/N], and he wanted me to ask you to see what you'd say, you know, before he jumps in and asks for a date."
"Are you trying to set me up?" She asked, half smiling, half frowning.
"Kinda, I guess."
Now she was frowning.
"Sure, but I'm not promising that anything's gonna great for him. I kinda think I'm meant for someone else." She told me, looking me dead in the eyes. For a second I thought she could mean me, but then she looked away quickly, her cheeks filling with colour. Of course she couldn't mean me, like i would be that lucky.
"So you'll go on a date with him?"
"Yeah, Ash, sure."
Something had changed in the last few moments - she had seemed perfectly fine and happy before but now she appeared to be quite disheartened about something.

Luke: she stuck her middle finger up at me, her black varnish shimmering in the light.
"Why can't you just let me take one nice photo of you?" I whined at her. I kinda wanted a cute photo of her for my home screen, but I wasn't planning on telling her that.
"Okay then," she replied sarcastically. She kept her middle finger raised, but smiled sweetly at me. I was unable to keep a straight face, so instead of complaining I just sighed over dramatically and took the photo. I didn't understand how she could look so cute and so sexy in the same image. It fucked with my head.
"Uh, [Y/N]?" I asked awkwardly.
"Mhmm?" She responded, looking up from her phone and directly into my eyes. She made me endlessly nervous.
"I've got this friend, who, uh, wants to ask you out. He told me to tell you to see what you'd say before he asks you though. I think you know him," I rambled. She was frowning at me; clearly this wasn't going well.
"Who is it?"
"He doesn't want me to say."
"Can you tell me what he looks like?"
I loved the fact that she didn't fight me on things. Like how a lot of people might've been like 'why can't you tell me?' She's not at all like that. If you say that you can't do something or that you don't want to, she won't try to pressure you into it, it's great.
"Uh, I think you know him, he's kinda my size..." I told her, trailing off. If I said anything else she might get suspicious. She averted her eyes back to her phone for a few minutes, but eventually her beautiful eyes were concentrated on mine once again.
"Fine, I'll go on a date with him. You can set it up, just let me know the details."