Let's be Cliché || Lashton

Step 3.8 - Unplanned

A/N: Back by popular demand :^)

"Babe, don't worry about it." Michael said, rolling his eyes from the passenger seat as Calum drove toward the party.

"How can you say that? You lost your shoes and your socks don't match." Calum said, sure enough annoyed by the boy's mismatched socks.

"Babe, really. It's fine, just get us to the party." Michael instructed, happily preventing a detour. Made a show of winking at the two boys in the backseat too.

"You're lucky you're hot," the dark haired boy groaned, lacing his fingers with Michael's. A smirk found its way onto Michael's lips as he leaned over to kiss his boyfriend's cheek with a loud smack.

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The party looked half dead, several people were already passed out across the darkly lit lawn. The loud dance music rattled the windows as the boys came to a stop at the half open door. The house was a lot smaller than the four boys expected but that didn't judge how well the party was going on the inside.

"You and I," Calum shouted over the blaring music, gesturing in between Michael and himself despite having his hand already locked in the boy's grip. "Need to talk about your socks."

Michael couldn't help but grin, "Yeah... Talk. I'm up for that."

"I'll catch up with you guys later for some shots?" The blue haired boy looked at the two remaining boys for confirmation before Calum had a chance to drag him away, not that he could really get Michael to go anywhere he didn't want to.

"So eager to have me up your ass, calm down Sugarlips." Michael chuckled as he finally let the boy lead him wherever, he waved fleetingly at the two boys that still stood on the beat up welcome mat.

"After you," Luke smiled, gesturing Ashton through the door first. Raising an eyebrow at Luke, Ashton decided that Luke was being nice for once and walked through the doorway.

Ashton felt a sharp pain as soon as stepped into the house, the loud music vibrating in his ribcage. Ashton turned to Luke with a look of disbelief, "Did you just smack my ass?"

"Maybe," The blond responded cheekily, teeth fiddling with the black piercing in his lip. Ashton couldn't help but roll his eyes at the boy, he probably learned that from Calum.

"You're unbelievable, Hemmings." Ashton muttered to himself, finally allowing the energy that came with the music consume him. It definitely wasn't his first party, but he hadn't been to many where the main component was alcohol. It was pretty obvious that this was much more than a high school party, none of the popular kids would be here. It was all troublemakers and lawbreakers as far as Ashton could tell. The atmosphere was dank and a little chilly, like the entire party was being thrown below ground. There was a few rumours of raves being throw in the abandoned sewers but there wasn't much in terms of proof.

"Aye 'emmo!" Someone yelled from what was probably the living room as they walked in, the indistinguishable accent made it obvious that the voice belonged to Trick.

That easy smile Luke got whenever he hung out with someone from his own crowd made its way to his face. With a hand placed on the small of Ashton's back, Luke guided his best friend over to the four people seated on the couch.

Ashton only recognized two of them, and unfortunately it had to be Trick and Vernie. Luke knew the other two Ted, who he met before at the same time he was introduced to Vernie. The other boy caught Luke by surprise, he wasn't expecting to see the freckled teen after their fallout a while back, way before he even had the pleasure of meeting Ashton.