Ashton:
“God, you are such an asshole!” you scream at your brother. All you wanted was a ride to your friend’s house. One ride, that’s it. But, no. He is too busy with best friend, Ashton, to help you. You drag yourself into the living room, falling upon the couch. You bury your face into a pillow and scream out of frustration. “Hey (y/n)..” you look up and see Ashton. “Yeah?” “I’m about to leave, I can drop you off on my way there.” Your lips curl into a smile. Blurred moments later, you’re in the car. “Hey I love this song,” you narrate turning up the radio. You sing along at the top of your lungs until you notice Ashton staring at you. “I’m weird I know,” you confess meekly. “No, it’s not that,” he laughs.”Then why the staring?” “You’re just beautiful..” he admits. You smile as his free hand hovers over yours. You interlace your fingers with his. You never make it to your friend’s house but go get lost driving around with Ashton, kissing at every red light.
Calum:
“I’m coming, have patience,” you shout. You open the door seeing the back of your brother’s best friend. You clear your throat and he spins around. “Here to pick up your stuff?” you ask. “Yeah, last time I’m letting him borrow my amp and guitar,” Calum lightly laughs. “I hope you know it was all to impress a girl,” you state shutting the door. “Yeah, but there’s a lot I’d do to impress a girl too.” “Like what?” you ask leading the way to your brother’s room. “You’ll see,” he smirks as you both step into the disheveled room. “What?” you ask as Calum reaches for his guitar. “I said you’ll see. Now sit,” he commands motioning to the spot next to him on the bed. You take your seat as his voice fills the air. Girl you’re amazing just the way you are. As he strums the last note, your head spins. Moving the guitar aside, he flashes you a smile. Your lips part to find the the words to describe how you feel but your throat goes dry and your lips smothered with Calum’s.
Michael:
Dinner with your brother, that was the plan. You rarely get to spend time with him, but by the way things are looking he isn’t showing. “Asshole,” you mutter to yourself, feeling embarrassed sitting at a table alone. You gaze out the window, amazed when someone takes the seat across from you. “You’re late,” you say, but as you turn your head you realize it isn’t your brother; it’s his best friend, Michael. “I know, I’m sorry, forgive me,” he beams at you. “Well I wasn’t expecting you Michael.” “No?” “No.” “Good, that was the plan,” he grins. “What plan?” you inquire. “The plan your brother and I made to get you to have dinner with me.” Your eyes go wide. “So this was set-up?!” you half shout. “Shhh,” he hushes you bringing his index finger to his lips. “Yes this was a set-up.” “But why?” you question. “Why would you go through all this trouble just to have dinner with me?” He runs a hair through his light hair. He leans across the table a mere inches from your lips. “Because when you have feelings for someone, they’re worth going through all this trouble,” he whispers as he pulls your chin forward colliding his lips with yours.
Luke:
Your eyes flutter open as the warm sun engulfs you. You glance at the clock, you’re up earlier than normal. Stretching your arms wide with a yawn, you climb out of bed. You cautiously pad into the kitchen. Your parents are gone for the weekend and your brother is still asleep you assume by the lack of activity in the house. You turn on the stereo to “Time Bomb” and dance as you fix yourself cereal. “Care to make me some?” you hear a giggle from behind you. You spin around to face Luke, your brother’s best friend. “Luke… what are you doing here?” This is obscenely embarrassing given that a) you’re in the clothes you slept in b) your hair is a mess and c) you’ve always been attracted to Luke. ”Spent the night. That was cute,” he says with a grin. Your cheeks flush red as you turn back to the fridge. His hands find you waist as he whispers in your ear from behind, “You look gorgeous as always.” You close the refrigerator door and turn around to face him. You stare blankly at him, searching his turquoise eyes for hesitation. He lightly bites his lip while gazing at you. His fingers hug the sides of your face. “You think he’ll mind?” he asks tossing his head in the direction of your brother’s room. “It’s okay, he owes me one,” you smirk rising to the tips of your toes to meet his lips.
