Chapter 25: Why I don't Ice Skate

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(For now, Muke and Larry are winning. Also, I accidentally tasted butter. EWWWWWWWWWW)











"Is it so bad I imagine Ashton f.ucking me, while I'm tied to the headboard?"


-Michael








Luke's pov





Sunday. We didn't have school Monday cause of some random ass holiday. Calum was cuddling me and I scooted back into him.


I'm not gonna lie.


His cuddles were life.


He was just really warm, and he always laid his head on my shoulder, and it was the best feeling in the world.


"Luke, you look so adorable."


"And you ruined the moment."


"I never ruin moments when I'm with you."


"Bullshit."


Calum kissed my cheek, and got up. Probably to make me some breakfast. I continued to sleep, until I heard some yelling and arguing. It sounded like Mashton.


Could Mashton be having their first fight?


No.


The gods warned me about this.


I headed down to the stairs in Calum's hoodie.


Don't ask, I had a nightmare OK?


"Why won't you just say it!" Michael yelled.


"Cause I don't want it to be some silly little thing, it needs to be serious."


"Yeah, like you can be serious."


"Excuse you. I am quite serious."


"Ashton, last week you wore a my little pony shirt, and watched all of the seasons!"


"That is not important! Gosh, its not even a big deal!"


"Oh so your saying I'm not a big deal then okay fine, fuck you!"


I rolled my eyes. First fights, god, they could be so annoying.


"What the fuck you two arguing about?" I asked.


"Ashton won't say that he loves me! I just want him to say I love you!"


"I want it to be special, and why do I have to say I love you! If your so obsessed with it, then how about you say it!"


They kept yelling back and forth so I got mad. I went upstairs, whistling, and grabbed my little briefcase,that I hid under my bed, before bringing it downstairs.


I slowly opened it, pulling out my butcher knife, and Calum who was making pancakes, glanced at me.


"Michael, Ashton, look at me," I said.


They stopped yelling at me, and as soon as they turned my way, their faces paled.


"So today, to cool off, I was suggesting we all go out ice skating. If you disagree, I have this wonderful butcher knife, and you could hang out with it, as I chop you into pieces. Or we can go have fun. The choice is yours."


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