5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Middle of the Night

Credit (calalalum)

Calum: Our neighbors must absolutely hate us. It's around two o'clock in the morning and instead of sleeping, Calum is singing, quite loudly, along to All Time Low while we bake cupcakes. Well, while I bake cupcakes. "You're just a daydream awaaaayyy," Calum shouts.

"Babe, you know I love your singing, but I don't think the neighbors will appreciate it as much," I laugh.

"I'm trying to serenade you. It's romantic," he responds.

"Yeah, well, you're serenading the entire block. Maybe you should turn down the music and actually help me like you said you would," I challenge. This seems to do the trick, because he turns down the music and walks over to grab the sprinkles. "We don't need sprinkles until after we bake and ice the cupcakes," I tell him, a little too late, apparently, as I feel the sprinkles raining down on top of my head. Calmly, I turn to him.

"Why?" I ask.

"You're my cupcake," he smiles, "You need sprinkles." I smile and turn around back to the batter. I dip my hand in and turn back to Calum to smear the batter across his face. His smile drops and he looks at me frowning.

"Why?" he asks, and I can't help but grin.

"I just wanted you to be as sweet on the outside as you are on the inside." This makes him smile again.

"Well, you're sweeter than I am," he says as his smile grows more mischievous. I notice him reach behind me.

"No! Calum, NO," I yell and take off running through the kitchen. He follows close behind with the bowl of batter trying to show me just how sweet he thinks I am.

Ashton: I was in bed, sleeping, like most normal people do at this time of night, when I got a text from Ashton. Next thing I know, we're in the middle of nowhere, just driving and listening to music. I'm riding shotgun and he's got one hand on the steering wheel with the other in mine. The windows are down so there's a nice breeze to keep us cool, which gave me a good excuse to steal his sweatshirt. "Thank you," he says suddenly. I look over at him, confused.

"For what?" I ask.

"For getting out of bed in the middle of the night to drive around and do nothing with me," he smiles, "I wouldn't have blamed you if you blew me off to go back to sleep."

"I would never blow you off, no matter what time it is. I love spending time with you, even if we're not really doing anything. Nothing with you is better than anything with anyone else," I say seriously.

He smiles at me fondly before asking, "What about skydiving with Beyoncé?"

"Well, that's not fair. I mean, it's Beyoncé. No one in their right mind would turn down the queen," I respond, just as seriously as before. He laughs that laugh and squeezes my hand.

"I love you," he says smiling, making me smile in return.

"I love you too."

Luke: I've been lying in bed for nearly two hours now, but I'm still wide awake, staring at the ceiling. I look over to Luke, sleeping on his back. I roll over so I'm on my side and bite my lip. Should I wake him up? He probably needs his sleep, but he can sleep when he's dead, and I'm currently bored out of my mind. Quickly making my decision, I poke him where his dimple would be and wait. Nothing. I poke him again and whisper, "Luke." Nothing. I poke him harder and whisper-shout, "Luke!" He sighs deeply and opens one eye to look at me.

"What?"

"I can't sleep," I answer. He closes his eye and sighs again before opening his arms to me. I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his chest right above his heart. He wraps his arms around me tight and we both start to settle again.

"Luke, I'm not tired," I whisper.

"Ssshh," is all he responds with.

"But, Luke..." I begin before he interrupts.

"I said shush." So I shush and close my eyes. I take a deep breath and let it back out to help myself relax when I realize I can hear Luke's heartbeat perfectly. It's the last thing I can remember before the steady rhythm and the warmth of his arms around me lulls me to sleep.

Michael: I've never been that into video games. I mean, I would play them, but I never got addicted to them, or played them for hours on end. At least, I haven't until now. Michael introduced me to this new game. It's pretty simple, all you have to do is shoot a bunch of zombies, but for some reason it's the most addicting game I have ever played in my entire life, no exaggeration. So here we are, hours later, still playing this stupid game. We're surrounded by blankets, chips, soda, and the sounds of gross moans and explosions.

"I'm almost out of ammo," he tells me.

"Okay. I'll cover you while you get some. Ready?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm going!" I see his character take off to the left, and of course, that's when a huge mob of zombies manage to break down the door and swarm me.

"No no NO!" I yell, but it was too late. By the time Michael got back the zombies were having me for a late night snack. Unfortunately, that left Michael stranded and he soon suffered the same fate. Our screens faded and we were left with a simple "Game Over." I closed my eyes and felt that familiar burn telling me I stayed awake too long. I open them in time to see Michael yawn, which forces a yawn from me as well. He looks at me and laughs.

"Maybe we should go to sleep," he says.

"You think?" I reply sarcastically. He frowns at me as he stands up and walks over. Too tired to stand, I simply reach up towards him and make grabby hands at him like a toddler. He smiles and shakes his head as he lifts me up and carries me to bed where I dream of slaying those damned zombies.