I was gonna do something dirty for this one bc 69 but you guys have to wait til like 71 so
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The infamous Luke Hemmings flannel, hmm?
Aka, the flannel MISSING FROM MY CLOSET I HAVE PROOF YOU STOLE IT
I'm all cuddled in my sheets, plus your baby blanket, wishing they were you.
My arm is kind of falling asleep, but I continue to scroll through my Twitter feed anyways.
And then I see this:
@.cakehoodings: oHMYGOF CALUM IS WEARING LUKE'S FLANNEL
I tap on the photo, and the girl is right. That is my flannel. MY flannel.
I call you up. (IT'S LIKE A BROKEN RECORD)
"Hey sexy."
"Save it for tomorrow's Skype session, you horny bastard!"
"Okay, I'll keep it in my pants!" You chuckle. "Also Ashton is looking at me weirdly."
"Because we're weird. Anyways, what are you wearing right now?"
"So I can't talk dirty to you, but you can? How is this fair, Hemmo?"
"Jesus Christ, I'm not flirting with you doofus! Are you wearing my flannel?"
"Psh, wha??"
"Calum. I have been looking for that for ages!"
"Well if you want it so bad, come and get it."
"You know I can't fly out to America now!"
You sigh into the phone. "It was worth a shot. I can mail it back if you really need it. I just...wanted to keep a bit of you close to me is all."
And as my heart pangs, I know I'm a goner. "Keep it then."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. But I get to cum first tomorrow."
You groan. "Fine. Can I at least fuck you in this flannel when I get back?"
"Fine by me, daddy," I say suggestively.
"If I have to keep it in my pants, you do too, Lucas. See you later baby, love you! I really, really miss you."
"See you soon Cally. I love and miss you so much."
"Bye babe," And the phone call ends.
If you could just show up outside our door wearing the flannel please??
Just kidding. I wish you could, though.
I miss you, and that flannel, so damn much.
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this was actually a lot dirtier than I intended oh my god