A/N- Calums is a continuation of the last chapter. Just an FYI.
Calum:
Crap crap crap. How had Calum managed to find and read your ENTIRE diary in the hour that you were gone. That thing was loaded with your personal thoughts and feelings going back YEARS and he wasn't exactly known for having a strong academic background. And yet here you were, a face off with an arrogant older sibling trying to blackmail you into mowing the lawn when it was clearly his turn. He must be bluffing, quoting a few lines in an attempt to convince you that he had read the whole thing. Yup, that was the only explanation, you almost sighed in relief, at least some of your secrets were still secret.
"There is no way that you read that whole thing," you smirked, at Calum who was holding the book in question while raising an eyebrow at you.
"Oh? Well feel free to ask away, I can answer any question," he replied confidently, and your grin grew even larger.
"Fine, but if you can't answer I get the book back and you mow the lawn."
"What if I do?"
"Then you can keep it as blackmail." You had to shrug that option off like it was no big deal, but if in reality Calum was able to answer, you were screwed because there was a lot in there you didn't want him to show to other people.
"Deal. What's the first question?" He eagerly rubbed his hands and stretched out his neck preparing for your verbal assault.
"Who was my 5th grade crush?" You were starting out easy, that was towards the beginning and you always drew big hearts by his name, the question was really only to see how much he had been paying attention.
"Tyler Neilson." Calum rolled his eyes as if it was stupid to ask at all.
"Correct." You giggled, that was just a warm-up.
"What was my favorite color when I was 13?" Now you were getting into more obscure things that you didn't mention as much, plus he would have to know the dates of the entries meaning this should weed him out if you were correct.
"Neon purple, which was, and I quote, 'the color of your soul'." He answered automatically, and with a direct quote, maybe he was smarter than you gave him credit for.
"Correct." You were less happy this time, your tone more accusatory and cold.
"What happened to my goldfish while I was at a sleepover at my friends house?" This was traumatic for sure, but you definitely only said it once and it was in the middle, where he probably didn't get to.
"Your older sister accidentally let her cat into your room which killed the fish so she replaced it before you got home but you knew it wasn't Bubbles because he, 'had a lopsided face'." Man oh man, again with the direct quotes it was clear that you had to start hitting him where it hurts.
"Correct." You gritted out, narrowing your eyes, but Calum just looked back innocently.
"How did my best friend break her ankle while we were out hiking?" You spat, and that was something you had only vaguely hinted about a few times, never writing exactly what happened.
"She, as far as I could tell, 'tripped and fell' into a ditch." He did hesitate for a moment, and in that moment you were incredibly happy, already dreaming about the epic nap you could take instead of mowing the lawn and trying to steal back the book.
"Correct." Darn it, he was good.
"Are you done yet?" He taunted, looking at you bored like you hadn't challenged him at all, well he had another thing coming.
"One more." You thought long and hard about something that was in there but not easy to pinpoint or admit.
"Who is my favorite member of 5 Seconds of Summer." You thought that for sure he hadn't read that little tidbit scribbled back the margins somewhere, and that he would automatically guess himself.
"... Michael." He spat looking at you in pure disgust as if you had committed an act of treason, which you had, in a way, but right now you were more worried about the implications of him answering you correctly.
"Correct." You mumbled in a daze looking at him in bewilderment.
"I'll just chock that last one up to hormones, I know that Michael will find it hilarious," Calum cackled, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you stood frozen. He was going to show Michael?
"Oh yea, and I wonder if that guy you like has a twitter?" He tapped his chin thoughtfully and it felt like your heart stopped beating. He was probably joking, you weren't going to risk it, and pulled out your phone anyway.
"You won't show them anything," you said authoritatively catching Calum off guard.
"Oh really? And what are you going to do to stop me?" He grinned amused at the game he was sure he was winning.
"I may or may not have some photos that you don't want out on the internet," you shrugged, looking up at him innocently as the blood began to drain from his face.
"What kind of photos?"
"Well, I have some pretty gnarly selfies, and Mali sent me some baby pictures that are just precious," you cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheeks while he glared.
"I want proof," he snarled, and you shrugged, pulling out your phone and texting him a few of the pictures you had in your collection.
"Believe me now?"
"What do you want?" Calum pointedly avoided the question, but it was of little consequence now as he was ready to make a deal, whomever had more dirt on the other would pull out on top.
"I want the book back, and reassurance that none of it or its content will be leaked anywhere," you stood up a little straighter and looked him in the eye as you said this, trying to make him see just how serious you were.
"That's an awful lot," he groaned, looking back down at your journal longingly.
"Not really considering the fact that you will still undoubtedly tease me privately," you offered, and he perked up a little, so you decided just to give in, "and I'll mow the lawn."
"We have a deal," Calum nodded and you shook on it, collecting your journal, you ran up the stairs to change into something more appropriate for your next activity, stopping halfway to turn back at Calum.
"Just remember, for everything you let slip, I misplace a baby picture online," you threatened, and he saluted, walking away. You just hoped that this wouldn't turn out too ugly.
Michael:
Michael always was so unapologetically shameless. He did what he wanted when he wanted to, not giving a single thought to what others may think. That is, except for one dirty little secret that he had kept hidden from you when you first arrived, it wasn't until you had roamed the house bored that you found it. Stuffed under the pile of nasty old pizza boxes that never seemed to disappear was a small mountain of pamphlets, and not just any old generic pamphlets, no, they were hair regrowth guides. It seemed that Michael was far more scared of going bald than he let on, and simply tried to hide his insecurities under the garbage pile. He should've listened when you told him that dyeing his hair red again was a bad idea, seemed to be too late now. You snatched them to read yourself, going up to your room to find a more appropriate and sneaky hiding place. After a few days however, the novelty wore off and you soon forgot all about the stack of papers in the back of your closet.
"Y/N! HAVE YOU BEEN TAKING OUT THE TRASH?" Michael sounded frantic, and you could hear him running around the house knocking things over from your room.
"NO WHY?" You weren't that concerned yet, Michael often lost and found items in short periods of time, it was kinda funny actually.
"SO YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANY LITTLE BOOK THINGS WITH HAIRY PEOPLE ON THE FRONT?" What in the world was he talking about? Hairy people? You were about to yell at him to shut up and stop being weird when it clicked. Michaels hair problems. Sighing, you grabbed the stack of paper and walked down the stairs delivering them to Michael directly.
"These hairy people?" You picked up the pamphlet on top which showed a man with nearly shoulder-length hair happily running as it blew in the wind.
"Yes. Why did you have them?" He had flushed a bright red, and was attempting to hide the pile behind his back, pushing you away from them.
"They're a good read, very informational." Michael clearly didn't appreciate your sass because he rolled his eyes and pulled out his cellphone, hitting the first speedial.
"What are you doing?" You tried to snatch the phone from his hand, but only succeded in making him even madder when you hit him square in the face.
"Calling Mom." Michael grinned triumphantly at the panicked look on your face as you tried to snatch the phone from his hands.
"NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" You screamed at him, jumping back as the phone began to ring.
"Clearly you don't respect me, so maybe you should hear it from Mom." He shrugged, putting the phone on speaker so you could both hear it.
"FINE WHAT DO YOU WANT!" You whisper-yelled silently praying that your mother wouldn't answer so you could get out of whatever Michael had in mind.
"Hmmmmm, well my laundry hasn't been done for a while now..." He trailed off looking at you expectantly as you scrunched your face in disgust. Michael's clothes always smelled horrible and were covered in pizza grease and mystery stains.
"Ew no."
"Hello? Michael?" Your mothers voice came through the phone and Michael started counting down on his fingers to show how much longer you had. Five, It wasn't worth it, nothing was worth Michael's laundry. Four, He was bluffing anyway, your Mom wouldn't care if you touched his stuff, what was he anyway five? Three, You certainly didn't want to go back to your boring old sibling-less house though. Two, Maybe just this once, then you could get him back later. One, Gosh, he was annoying. Reluctantly nodding, Michael jumped into action, explaining to your mother that he must have butt-dialed her on accident and that everything was fine. Your stare burned holes into the back oh his head until he finally hung up and turned around.
"Well? Isn't there something you should be doing?" He chuckled at your fuming rage, as you clenched your fists and stomped up to his room to collect his pile of dirty clothes.
"Let's just hope for your sake that I don't air any of your dirty laundry." You muttered walking away.
ASHTON:
You were silently sitting at the kitchen table engrossed in your math homework when you heard noises coming from a room upstairs. You tried to ignore it and continue working, but it was too late, the noise wouldn't stop and your concentration was broken. Huffing, you closed your textbook and went to investigate. The noises, that sounded somewhere between squawking and screeching were definitely coming from Ashtons room, and you barged in to tell him to shut up. Just as you looked up to yell at him, you stopped and stared. Ashton was asleep, and he sounded like he was dying.
You rushed over to see if he was okay, but it was evident that this was some kind of snoring, and probably not life threatening. You started giggling hysterically at every noise, and even videotaped him because you knew that everyone would find this as funny as you. You were about to post the video, but Ashton suddenly snorted himself awake and looked at you in confusion.
"Y/N, why are you in here?" He asked rather sleepily as you stuck the phone behind your back to hide it.
"You were snoring so loud I thought that you were dying." You slowly started inching towards the door as Ashton considered your excuse.
"And what's behind your back." He called making you freeze and turn to face him.
"Just my phone!" You chirped cheerfully trying to cloud any suspicion.
"Can I see it?" He looked very alert now and maybe just a little suspicious.
"No need, I was just about to post a video I took of you sleeping! The snoring is so cute!" You giggled, turning to walk out but Ashton jumped out of the bed and ran over.
"NO! Do you know how hard I've worked to keep that secret? Please don't." He tried to grab your phone but you side-stepped him.
"Really now?" You were now intrigued, this was something you could work with for sure. Ashton may have sensed your mood change and looked a little alarmed.
"Yea, but-." You cut him off with a hand in the face.
"You see Ashton, I would really love to delete this video for you, but I'm going to need something out of it. If I were to post it I would be able to share joy and happiness with the whole fandom! You're asking me to destroy it forever!" You were being overly dramatic on purpose, you needed to milk this for what it was worth DOAB just came out and you needed cash fast.
"What do you want? You know that this is illegal right? Extortion?" He sighed, and you smiled shaking your head.
"Details Ashton, insignificant ones at that, but to answer your question, twenty bucks." You grinned holding your hand out expectantly as Ashton grumpily pulled out a few wadded bills from his pockets.
"You're lucky I wore my jeans to bed." He grumbled as you counted the money.
"Thank you for doing business, you can now delete the video as a gesture of goodwill!" You handed him the phone and happily skipped down the hallway. iTunes, here you come!
Luke:
It felt like your lungs were on fire. Why did the school have to mail your report cards home? Now you had to sprint to try and catch up with the mailman, and you were in no shape to do so, your PE grade proved that. You hadn't done awful, but you certainly weren't up to par with what Luke was expecting. You just hoped that he would cut you some slack for starting a new school, but you still had the 'I need to apply myself' speech ready. Just as you turned onto your street, the mail-truck sped by you and you picked up the pace. You just missed it, there was still time. Sprinting up the driveway, you almost made it to the front porch when the door opened and Luke took the mail from the mailbox.
"Whoa there, Y/N, slow down." Luke caught you as you nearly ran him over, underestimating just how fast you were going. You tried to grab the mail from his hands, but he stepped out of your reach.
"What are you doing? Is everything okay?" He looked over you carefully, checking to make sure there was no visible injury.
"Yup, just dandy, can I see the mail?" You tried to cover up just how out of breath you were, but your bright red face and wheezing gave you away.
"Why? Were you expecting something?" He looked at you doubtfully and then glanced back at the pile of letters in his hand, "Is that why you were running?"
"Yup, can I have my letter?" You tried, and failed, again to grab the mail from his hands, and he was beginning to get suspicious as he held you back at arms length.
"No. This is for me. It says 'to the parent or guardian of Y/N Hemmings', and it's from the school." Luke looked at you angrily and opened the letter making your heart drop. Maybe you should've taken a different approach, because now he was mad before he looked at your grades, no doubt now he would be furious. Already wincing, you took a step back before the inevitable blow-up happened.
"Y/N WHAT IS THIS? YOU FAILED A CLASS? YOU DO KNOW THAT THIS IS THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YOU NEED TO STUDY MORE YOU NEED TO BE AT LEAST PASSING! AND YOU GOT THREE CS, THAT'S NOT GOOD!" Luke started screaming and waving the paper around wildly as you stood there.
"Luke, it's not that bad-." You tried to reassure him but stopped when he started smirking at you like he knew awful things were going to happen.
"Just wait until Mom sees this." The color drained from your face, Liz. Liz would not stand for this, and would probably drag you back home by your hair then lecture you on grades and then get you a tutor.
"No, we don't need to show her anything." You stood in front of Luke blocking his way out.
"Why not?" He arched an eyebrow at you, but it was clear that he liked to make you squirm.
"Because you love having me around, I'M YOUR FAVORITE SISTER FOR GOODNESS SAKES!" You laughed awkwardly, keeping your gaze locked on the paper still in Lukes grasp.
"You're my only sister, and who said that she'll make you go back, she might just call you every few hours to make sure you're studying." Luke offered, pulling out his phone.
"WAIT! I'll, I'll, uhm, I'LL BE GOOD I'LL KEEP MY GRADES UP I PROMISE!" You pleaded, falling to your knees, that punishment was almost worse then moving back.
"That's it? Weak sauce." Luke chuckled moving you out of the way with his foot and walking past.
"What do you want from me?" You launched yourself at his legs, almost making him fall on you.
"Geez Y/N, I was just kidding, but now..." He looked at you thoughtfully for a few minutes, "I want all of my clothes back that you keep on stealing."
"But they're so comfortable." You whined, and it was true all of his clothes always smelled nice and were warm and soft, perfect for lazy days.
"I guess that I'll just call Mom then." His finger hovered over the phone screen, and you waited just until he was about to press it.
"FINE! Just let me go get it all." You grumbled, peeling yourself off the floor and stomping up the stairs.
"THANK YOU!"
"SHUT UP!"