5SOS preferences

Moving In Series

Moving In Series

Packing

Luke:

"Babe I need another cardboard box," you call out to your boyfriend trying to arrange all of your makeup to fit into the overloaded cardboard box in front of you.

"You're going to have twice as many boxes as me," he walks out, handing you a cardboard box.

You roll your eyes, setting the cramped box to the side and putting your lipsticks into the new one in front of you.

"I can tell you what'll happen."

"What'll happen, Luke?" You ask in a bored tone, moving onto the eyeshadows.

"We'll get to the house and I'll be done unpacking hours before you, you'll complain and ask me to help you, I'll deny, and you'll be made at me for the next week," he hypothesizes.

"Then don't deny helping me," you snort, packing the blush in.

He sighs, walking out of the bathroom.

Michael:

"Michael? Babe?" You walk into the kitchen to see an interesting sight.

Your boyfriend's sitting on the floor, chair parts scattered around him, a screwdriver in hand.

"Shit!" He whispers, sucking on his finger before turning back to his project.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, raising your eyebrows.

"Disassembling he chair so we can bring them to the new house."

"We could've just taken the full chairs," you tell him.

"That would've taken up more space," he replies.

"Babe, we have people helping us move. I'm sure a few full chairs wouldn't be a bother," you say soothingly, walking to rub his shoulders.

He leans his head back, resting it on your thighs.

"I hate packing."

"Doesn't everyone?"

Ashton:

"Ash would you care if our CD selections mixed? At least for the drive over to the new house?" You walk into his music room, a cardboard box in your arms.

"Yes, I don't want your shitty Gwen Stefani next to my music greater Green Day," he laughs like what you just said was a joke.

"We're trying to save room, honey. It'll take shorter time to move if they mixed," you stand next to the CD rack, setting the box down.

"Fine, whatever babe," he goes back to answer fans twitter questions.

You finish piling in the CDs.

"And by the way, Gwen will always be better than Green Day," you retort, slyly walking out of the room.

Calum:

"Did you pack everything, Cal?" You stand in the door of your old apartment.

"I think so," he replies, walking to the door, two suitcases rolling after him.

"Even your phone?" You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Yeah."

"Where is it then?" You ask.

"In my pock-"He feels his pockets, not feeling it in there.

You pull his phone out of your pocket, handing it to him.

"Thanks, babe," he leans forward, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I can't believe this," you take a final glance over the apartment that you've lived in for two years. "All of this is gonna be gone."

"Yeah, but it's gonna be new for us," Calum wraps you in a hug.

Few things:

1. I realized while writing Calum's that you guys weren't living together before. So just imagined that you guys were helping each other move each other out of their apartment.

2. School has been horrendous. Oops.

3.  I think after writing the preferences I have in my list, I'll end this story. I've actually kinda lost interest in 5SOS, Luke made me made with his whole dating scandal and I just never got back on the hype. But don't worry, I still have 11 more to write.

4. Also, what's this whole Ashton and Bryana broke up?