A/N- THAT ISNT A GREAT NAME BUT I COULDN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS OOPS...I'm not sure if I'll finish this tomorrow or..... But do y'all want every boy in every chapter? Or should I alternate?
Ashton:
"Ashtonnnnnnnnnnnnn," you whined stomping your foot.
"No means no Y/N," he folded his arms and stared you down.
"But, that's not fair! I can't go because you don't trust me?" You frowned, not at all happy with your brothers answer.
"No, you can't go because you're not mature enough to handle parties yet, there could be alcohol or drugs," he sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.
"I'm plenty mature, and I'm very responsible, the issue is you don't trust me."
"No, you aren't responsible or mature, just a young teen," he laughed, and all you saw was red.
"Fine, but just an FYI Y/A isn't that young," you walked to your room. If what he wanted was a young immature teen, that was what he was going to get.
Ashton seemed to have conveniently forgot that he tends to forget things often, and that you constantly remind him. So, for revenge you decided that for a whole week you wouldn't be nice or 'responsible' enough to help him. You knew that it was mean, and a little immature, but you convinced yourself that he deserved it, after all he had started it.
As you expected, when Ashton came back the next day irritable and upset.
"How was your day?" You asked Ashton as he came into the kitchen.
"Awful. I forgot my laptop with a bunch of notes on it," he sighed burying his head in his hands.
"Well I had a great day! I skyped with Y/BFF/N, and then took a nap, and then watched the latest Pretty Little Liars," you chirped happily. Even though you weren't happy Ashton was upset, you hoped that now he would realize how much you did for him.
"Great."
"Well maybe you should make sure that you have your laptop when you leave tomorrow," you shrugged nonchalantly.
"True. Ya know, I realized something on the carride back here, usually YOU help me grab all of my stuff in the morning, and YOU have never not given me my laptop in the morning," he said, clearly upset.
"Huh, I must have woken up late, you should really become more self-sufficient," you said, beginning to walk away.
"You didn't let me finish, you have never not given me my laptop until I didn't let you go to the party," he finished, causing you to stop in your tracks, and turn to face him.
"Well, maybe before calling me immature and irresponsible, you should think about what I do for you," you snapped back, your anger all coming back.
"Do you honestly think that by sabotaging my job it makes you look any-better? All you are doing is PROVING MY POINT!" Ashton bellowed out, standing to face you.
"It wasn't sabotage, I didn't touch your laptop, it was exactly where you left it, and I was never told I HAD TO bring it to you EVERY MORNING, it's your own fault," you smirked at him, thinking you had won the petty argument.
"I suppose that's fair. However, you didn't follow the schedule you normally do, if you can't handle being up late, then I should really pull your curfew back a few hours to make sure you get enough sleep," the tone of his voice oozing fake concern.
All you could do was gape, and he chuckled at your face.
"Teens need 8 to 10 hours of sleep so how about hmmmmmmmmm, 9 pm good?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"NO! WHAT?" You screeched.
"You're right 8:30. Y/N if you aren't home by 8:30 pm every-night without checking with me first you will be grounded for one week," he finished, staring you dead in the eyes.
"I don't want to talk to you right now," you said in a flat voice, holding the burning rage in you made your way back up to your room to strategize.
A/N- #dontmesswithsmash anyway thanks for reading I can't believe we've almost made it to 800! I'll put Calum up tomorrow and lets continue the trend.
Calum:
Recently, your great aunt had fallen ill. This of course meant that you were going to America for a few weeks to go visit her, leaving Calum in the house alone. You had warned him the day before you were leaving, and her saw you off to the airport. However, neither of you were at all prepared for what was to come. It seemed that Calum had become rather dependent on you, and was having to re-adjust to living alone, meaning that he was constantly texting you and asking you silly questions.
Calum: Y/N do you know where my favorite socks are
Calum: whats the # 4 the pizza place
Calum: how do you preheat the oven
Calum: is there a limit on the amount of detergent for the dryer?
Calum: Nvm i guessed
At first, you were just ignoring them, but it soon became apparent that it was just too dangerous. Your phone was constantly buzzing with texts from Calum that were really starting to irritate you, but there wasn't much you could do but answer him as quickly as possible and try to deflect the future ones.
You: In the dryer. (###-###-####). You hit the big green button. You don't put detergent in a dryer.
You: Here's the number for the repair man (###-###-####)
You knew that Calum didn't mean to bother you, but it was really getting hard and you were ready to snap. Certainly you didn't want to make Calum mad, but it all was too much in such a sad time.
Calum: Srry. Hope your aunt is doing good. I love you Y/N!
You sighed, you certainly couldn't yell at him for that, but you knew that the next time you were going to leave Calum you would hire a babysitter.
A/N- MAYBE I'll do Michael rn MAYBE...
Michael:
Breaking a bone is never fun. Breaking your ankle and then not being able to walk was even worse. Breaking your ankle, not being able to walk, AND having to deal with Michael was a deadly combination. It wasn't that Michael didn't want to help, it was that you were a perfectionist, and he wasn't. You had been ordered to stay off of your foot and keep it elevated, meaning that Michael had to do all of the household chores that you had taken over when you had moved in. This wouldn't be so bad if he actually did them.
"MICHAEL!" You yelled, trying to get his attention.
"WHAT?" He screeched back.
"CAN YOU MAKE DINNER?" Your stomach grumbled at the very idea.
"I JUST CALLED THE PIZZA GUY, IT'LL BE HERE SOON," you groaned, ever since Michael had been in charge of food all you had eaten was pizza. Fresh pizza, cold pizza, pepperoni pizza, meat-lovers, etc. It wasn't that you didn't like pizza it was that you were getting sick of the same food.
Another big problem was the laundry and cleaning. Michael wasn't the best at either, and there was a layer of grime over everything and a funny smell on all of the clothes. You knew that he was trying his best, and so you weren't mad, just looking forward to when you could be mobile again. You abandon your thoughts when the doorbell rang, signalling that the food was here.
"MICHAEL!" You didn't get a response.
"MICHAEL MICHAEL MICHAEL!" You yelled over and over as the doorbell continued ringing, but it was clear that he wasn't paying attention and that you had to do it yourself.
Grabbing the emergency crutches next to your bed, you swung your body around, easing your ankle off of the pillows. Wincing at the pain as you stood, you made quick use of the crutches easily making it to the front door, grabbing Michaels wallet from the kitchen on the way. The doorbell had just become one flat buzz as the person outside hadn't taken their finger off of the button, rolling your eyes in irritation, you flung the door open.
"How much do I owe-, wait, you aren't the pizza guy," you sighed, letting Ashton into the house.
"No, but Luke and Calum are walking up WITH your pizza," he laughed.
"Okay," you sagged against the crutches, just wanting to lay down and put your leg back up as the trip to the door had taken more out of you than you had thought.
"AHHHH LUKE!" You screamed as the blonde boy ran in and scooped you up bridal style.
"Y/N, you can't be up, you should be resting," he tutted, carrying you over to the couch.
"But Michael wasn't answering the door," you pouted.
"I know, but one of us could've texted him or used a spare key or something," he set you down and turned on the TV.
"Fine," you crossed your arms and cuddled in to the blankets.
"What happened here? And what's that smell?" Luke asked, as if suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"Michael isn't all that great at chores," you sighed, "that's probably rotten pizza, or burned clothing, it's hard to tell I've gotten so used to it."
"Ew," Luke crinkled his nose.
"Well we ALL can't be Y/N now can we?" Michael asked sassily, walking in with a slice of pizza in hand.
"No, but you could at least be clean, or find someone else to help you," Luke pointed out, making Michael frown.
"Please never do this to me again," Michael fell to his knees next to your couch, begging.
"I certainly hope not, and if it does, you're calling Mom."
"Good plan," he agreed settling down next to you.
"MICHAEL THERE'S SOMETHING LIVING IN THE OVEN!" You heard Calum screech from the kitchen. Luke and Michael immediately jumped up.
"WHAT?" You asked, disgusted.
"HOW DID THAT EVEN GET IN THERE?" Michael screamed, his tone made you giggle.
"I dunno but I say we give it some pizza before it starts attacking," Ashton said nervously.
"ITS AWAKE ITS AWAKE CLOSE THE DOOR!" Calum wailed and you heard the oven door slam shut. In a few seconds all of the boys were again in front of you, only this time they looked very pale and nervous, constantly glancing back at the kitchen in dread.
"We're going to a hotel for the night," Michael explained as everyone started gathering up your stuff.
"Is it that bad?" You asked him as he picked you up.
"You don't want to know," he shuddered, as he quickly abandoned ship.
"Mate I don't know how THAT happened whatever it was, but you are no longer allowed anywhere near my kitchen," Ashton said seriously, as Michael got in the car.
"Agreed."
A/N- I SHOULD have it done for the weekend YAY :)
Luke:
Earlier in the week there had been a bet. You and Luke were on a walk through the park, when you saw the play-structure. You mentioned how awesome you used to be at the monkey-bars, and that you could go down, and then back while facing the same direction. Luke of course scoffed at the idea of you being able to do the monkey-bars backwards, and so bet you that you couldn't, the wager being an entire weeks chores. You being very confident in your abilities and definitely not wanting to do your chores took the bet, and won. Luke now had to do all of the cooking and dish-washing for the week, which included all three meals.
The next morning you were able to sleep in an extra half hour while Luke made breakfast. However, when your alarm went off you didn't wake up to the smell of bacon, but to the smell of smoke. Jumping out of bed, you raced down the stairs to make sure Luke hadn't started a grease fire or anything. When you approached the kitchen, everything was hazy with smoke, and you could hear Luke swearing loudly.
"Luke, what happened?" You chocked, hiding your face in your shirt for protection.
"Turns out, you shouldn't leave pancakes on the stove for 10 minutes," he chuckled humorlessly.
"Well duh," you rolled your eyes, "do you even know HOW to cook?"
"What? Of course," Lukes voice rose an octave, causing your eyebrows to raise.
"How long do you boil an egg for?" You asked, unconvinced.
"Okay, maybe I don't know how to cook... BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD BE THIS HARD" Luke, yelled.
"What did you do before I moved in?"
"Ate out mostly," he shrugged, uncomfortable.
"Alright well, in that case, get out of the kitchen breakfast will be ready in half an hour," you said shooing him out of the kitchen.
"Really? Thanks Y/N I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THAT EVER AGAIN!" He yelled running out as you evaluated the state of the room.
"Well this'll be fun," you rolled up your sleeves and began to scrub down the grubby kitchen so that you and Luke could have a proper meal.
A/N- I feel like I've written an unproportionally large amount of BSMs on kitchen fires...