Ashton:
"Are you trying to copy me, (Y/N)?" Your best friend, Ashton asked with a small smirk, looking at your pink ‘bandana’ headband that held your hair out of your face. You rolled your eyes at him, blushing a little when he was right.
"Maybe a little, Ash. I think it looks better on me, though." You teased, the two of you weaving through clumps of people as you walked around the massive theme park. It was blisteringly hot outside, making both of your bodies sheen with sweat.
"You may be right." He grinned, his eyes flickering over your face as you flushed. "We should go on that!" He cheered suddenly, pointing to a ride clearly meant for couples.
"That ride is for couples, Ashton." You deadpanned, your heart dropping a little as you remembered that was exactly what you and Ashton weren’t. You’d had a massive crush on him for as long as you could remember, not that he ever seemed to notice.
"What’s your point?" He asked, throwing his arm around your waist and tugging you towards the entrance. "I mean, we’re already matching so why not be a couple for a little while."
Calum:
"Babe, have you seen my snapback?" Calum called from his closet where he was digging through his many hats. "Can you check under my bed for me?"
You huffed, dropping to your knees and looking under his bed. After gagging from the many dirty socks and dropped condom packets, you finally pulled out a snapback. It said ‘Uck Off’ with and arrow from the F in off pointing towards the empty space before UCK.
"Hm…" You tittered, grinning as you realized it matched your outfit. Slipping it on your head, you skipped into Calum’s closet and leaned against the door frame. "This one?" You asked, pointing to your head with a smirk.
"Yes, did you have it this entire time?" Calum scoffed, playfully glaring at you from where he sat surrounded by beanies and other hats. "Give it to me." He whined, chasing after you as you ran out of the room.
"No it matches my outfit!" you protested, giggling as he caught you around the waist. "Come on, Cal. Please?" You looked up at him, sticking out your lower lip in a pout.
"Fine, let’s go before it get’s too crowded." He pecked your lips before carrying you out of the house as he sprinted excitedly to the waiting car.
Luke:
"It’s not that bad, I swear!" Luke pleaded, tugging on your hand again as he tried to drag you into the line for a huge rollercoaster. You bit your lip, looking up at the huge wooden ride with scared eyes.
"I don’t know Luke, it looks scary." You spoke timidly, your hands clamming up with nerves. You’d never liked roller-coasters, the feeling of your stomach dropping as you passed over hills made you nauseous.
"You’ll be fine, I’ll hold your hand the whole time baby!" He pleaded again, gripping your hand tighter and tugging again. "Please?" He asked, giving you the puppy-dog face making you groan.
"Fine, but then you get to clean the vomit off of the cart when I get sick." You growled, huffing as he cheered and sprinted to the end of the long line. "Stupid cute boy making that stupid cute face…" You grumbled to yourself, making Luke smirk a little.
"This is going to be awesome." Luke continued cheering, pulling you into his side and doing a weird dance. "I promise we can go get pizza afterwards." He added, kissing you quickly.
"I’m not sure I’ll be eating anything after this is over." You mumbled, staring fearfully at your impending doom. Luke just laughed louder.
Michael:
"You look hot in those shorts." Michael complimented, making you blush a little. "Did you rip them yourself, or did they come like that?" He asked.
"They came like this?" You told him, looking at him skeptically. He just nodded slowly, holding your hand tighter even though both of you were sweating profusely. It was extremely hot in this theme park.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He spoke again, suddenly tugging you in the direction of the bathrooms. You were shocked to find them deserted, until you noticed a much bigger washroom a little ways away from you.
"Why don’t we go to that one?" You asked, looking wearily from the abandoned restroom to the bigger, cleaner looking one.
"I have to go now, really badly!" Michael whined, tugging your hand again in the direction of the deserted restroom. You were getting confused, it’s not like you had to go in with him.
"Fine, I’ll just wait for you here." You told him, leaning against the side of the building. He smirked, chuckling a little with a gleeful look in his eyes.
"I don’t think you understand, (Y/N). I don’t really need to go to the bathroom." he muttered, pulling you away from the wall so your chest was pressed to his. "I was hoping we could add a few rips of our own to those shorts, make them a little more unique."
sometimes i feel guilty bc i feel like with Michael i never write about anything other than his sexual habits
but then again i don't bc Michael smut is a yes always
