When you read this, especially Ashton's, please remember that I did, in fact, get these from tumblr. I did not write them, so before you join like 15 other people that have "told" me that already, remember that! I've been aware since I started watching the show that Dylan is a drummer.
* Please do not comment saying that he's a drummer. I know that, but maybe the person who wrote it did not.*
Ashton:
You were watching teen wolf curled up on the sofa, while Ashton was in the kitchen making tea for the both of you. 'Babe, did you want peppermint or vanilla?' He called out. You barely heard him, your hands were bunched in the blanket and pulled it up to your chin, and your eyes were glued on Dylan O'Brien's stellar acting. Just as he said something funny and you let out a loud laugh, Ashton peeked out behind the wall. You glanced over at him to see him frowning, 'Sorry, what did you say Ash?' You asked, unaware that he asked you a question. He frowned deeper before disappearing, not answering you. You watched 5 more minutes until the show ended, then realized that Ashton had never come back out. Confused, you wrapped the blanket around you and padded into the kitchen. He was sitting at the small kitchen table with the tea mugs, his back to you. You could tell he was upset by the way that his head was ducked. You walked over and plopped yourself onto his lap, curling your head in. 'Ash, what happened?' He was tense, but wrapped an arm around you to keep you secure. There was a stretch of silence before, 'Is Dylan O'Brien funnier then I am?' He asked, his voice quiet. You leaned away in shock, reading his face. His face was pinched and vulnerable, and you couldn't help you press your lips to his nose. 'Baby, no one makes me laugh as hard as you do. And I would never date Dylan, I much prefer drummers' you told him with a wink. Ashton let out a laugh, and you knew that it was okay.
Calum:
'Oh my gosh, his acting is amazing' you gushed, gripping Calum's hand tightly with excitement. 'Did you see his facial expressions? They were honestly so believable, he's so talented.' You were just walking out of Perks of Being A Wallflower, which starred your favorite male actor Logan Lerman. You had always loved him, and after seeing that movie respected him even more. Calum let out an uninterested grunt, and you stopped mid sentence. 'Did you not like the movie?' You brought him along, thinking he'd really enjoy it. Cal shrugged, letting go of your hand 'He's a bit weeny, don't you think? And his hair doesn't look very soft at all.' You narrowed your eyes and stopped walking, causing Calum to stop as well and turn to you. 'You were looking at his hair?' You questioned. He shrugged again 'Well yeah. I don't get why all the girls like him, he's nothing special.' He wouldn't meet your eyes as the realization dawned on you. 'Calum Hood' you exclaimed, walking towards him and grabbing both his hands, 'It seems to me that you're jealous.' Calum went to deny it, but say the look on your face and gave up. 'Okay, okay. A tiny bit, but only because you go on and on about him!' You let out a giggle and stepped into his arms. 'I love you, not Logan. Either way though, your hair is much softer, and body much more muscular' you cooed, trying to make him feel better. He let out a breath and held you close, 'Good' he muttered, as you tried not to laugh.
Luke:
You and Luke had decided for a date night, to go to a Mayday Parade concert. You both loved the band, and the entire night was absolutely amazing. You and Luke sang out all of the songs until your throats were raw, and took a bunch of pictures. You two were walking to the car after the concert, the night dark but both of you still high off the concert atmosphere. 'God, Derek Sanders is just fucking amazing. I wish we got a picture with him' you gushed. Luke's arm was around you shoulders, and you leaned into his chest, smiling widely. 'Or even an autograph. He's so talented, and his music has gotten me through so much, you know?' You continued, your voice high with excitement. You felt his arm tense on your shoulder, and you glance up to see his jaw was clenched. He then suddenly brought his arm off your shoulder and shrugged you away from his body. 'Luke?' You questioned, not understanding his sudden disinterest. He shoved his hand in his pockets and stopped walking, facing you but not meeting your eye. 'Well, if he's so amazing then maybe you should go and chase after him, I heard his single' he muttered, his voice low. 'What?' You asked, confused. 'Go on then, go find your talented amazing new boyfriend-' 'Lucas Hemmings' you cut him off, walking towards him and caressing his cheeks with your hands 'You better not be jealous, because I would never leave you for Derek. Nor do I think he is more talented then you, because you are the most talented human being I have ever met and I love you so much, okay?' He finally looked down and met your eyes, letting out a long breath and pulling you into a tight hug. 'Good. You scared me, even the thought of you leaving me for another guy makes my stomach hurt.'
Michael:
Your celebrity crush was Zac Efron. Ever since you were a kid you loved him and his nice guy attitude. So the day we tweeted you back, thanking you for raving about his new movie, you were star struck. You were sitting on your laptop when Michael walked in, laying down on the bed next to you. He fell onto his stomach, letting out a long breath. You frowned, glancing at him before closing your laptop and laying down beside him. 'Long morning?' you guessed. He groaned 'They're my best mates, but sometimes they're complete idiots' he complained. You let out a laugh and lay down so that your head was on his back and your legs were out perpendicular to his body. 'I had a good morning' you said casually. 'Yeah? Why?' he asked. You bit back a smile 'Zac-freaking-Efron tweeted me back, and the child fangirl in me is going crazy.' The excitement was evident in your voice, and you let out a little squeal, body twist thing. 'Isn't that awesome?' you asked, after Michael not answering. 'Zac Efron? Really?' He questioned, his voice suddenly harsh. 'He's like thirty. I didn't know you liked guys with such boring faces and hair.' You sat up in shock, 'What are you on about?' He said nothing, ducking his face in his arms. 'Are you jealous? You asked, your eyes widening and a giggle in your voice. 'You are!' You cried out, jumping onto his back and straddling him. 'Michaels jealous' you sang, running your hands through his hair. He let out a huff before twisting underneath you, knocking you onto the bed and ending up hovering over you. His eyes were bright as they bore into you 'You like me better, right?' A small smile grew on your lips before you pressed them against his, 'Of course I do babe. Zac Efron has nothing on you, trust me.' 'Good. Because I'm not sharing you with anyone' he announced, before kissing you again.
