Sorry if there's any weird capitalization- I accidentally uncapitalized everything and had to fix it.
Calum:
It was family game night, and by family you meant you, Calum, and the boys who just so happened to be over at the house.
"Ha! Zero I win!" Calum screamed throwing down his last Uno card ending the game.
"I'm pretty sure that zero in Spanish isn't zero," Luke commented as you gathered up the cards.
"Whatever blondie I know for a fact that you have cinco cards left and I have none," he replied snootily.
"Actually I have six cards, that's seis not cinco," Luke muttered watching as you boxed up the cards.
"What are you doing? I thought we were playing another round," Calum pouted, finally noticing that you were putting the game away.
"I was thinking we could play a different game," you shrugged.
"Like what?" Ashton asked watching you curiously as you opened the cabinet you kept all of the board games in.
"Well, we have Scrabble, Life, Go Fish, Monopoly, Clue," you listed the boxes of games neatly placing uno back into its place.
(A/n- I can't decide if I want to write go fish or life hmmmm)
"Life!" Michael yelled making you all wince. Glaring at him, you pulled the box out and walked over.
"Was that really necessary?" You groaned opening the box and beginning to assemble to board.
"Yes," he said dead serious.
"Whatever," you muttered, "I'm going to cream you all anyway, this game is my jammmmm!"
"Don't make me laugh," Calum paused, "ha! Too late."
"You won't be laughing when I kick your sorry butt," you deadpanned grabbing the orange car and putting a little plastic person in it.
"Oh you're on," he narrowed his eyes setting up his own game piece.
"It's cute that you think you're competition," you chuckled glancing up at him.
"Give me the red one Michael I grabbed it first!" Luke whined wrestling with his bandmate over the miniature car.
"It's my hair color! Use the yellow one!" He screeched peeling Luke's fingers off the car one by one.
"My hair is not yellow," Luke pouted begrudgingly picking up the yellow car.
"Youngest goes first!" You announced spinning the dial while Ashton finished setting up his piece. Rolling a seven, you moved your little car through to the college section.
"Loooooser!" Michael held his fingers in an 'L' shape over his forehead.
"You're poor if you don't go through college," you grumbled collecting your debt from Ashton who had taken over the job of banker.
"I'm just getting a job," Luke shrugged picking up a career card from the pile.
"What does it say?" Michael asked grabbing it from his hand.
"Entertainer," Luke handed him the card making Michael giggle.
"That sounds like code for stripper."
"He's got the legs for it," Calum nodded.
"Pick a salary one," you nudged his arm and Luke picked the top card on the deck.
"60,000 on pay day," he announced smirking.
"Wow, he's a good stripper," Michael said impressed.
While Michael was taking his turn you tried to shake off the mental image of Luke as a stripper but it was just too horrifying.
"Nooooo! 20,000!" Michael shrieked throwing down the salary card.
"Now I bet you wished you went to college," you smirked as Calum went and followed behind your car into the college section, Ashton right behind him.
"I didn't peg you as a college kind of guy," you raised your eyebrows spinning again hopefully finishing your education.
"I know where the money is," Calum shrugged.
"I just need to marry well," Michael muttered as you drew your own salary and job, "how you doin'?" He turned to Luke who snorted at the advancement.
"How did it go?" Ashton asked nodding towards your newly drawn career and salary cards.
"Doctor, 100,000," you grinned quite literally rubbing your accomplishment into Calum's face.
"Don't get too attached to those cards," he said mischievously.
"Noooo I lost a turn! Stupid flat tire!" Luke pouted setting his car down in the middle of the road.
"You could always ride with me," Michael wiggled his eyebrows as he took his turn.
"I would rather have four flat tires," Luke rolled his eyes.
"That can be arranged."
"I'm a police officer!" Calum whooped showing off his card. "I can charge speeding tickets now."
"How well paid of a police officer?" You asked.
"Only 10,000 less than you."
"Wow, I feel left out," Michael frowned looking down at his salary longingly.
"C-o-l-l-e-g-e," you spelled out landing on your first payday square. You made Ashton pay you back in $5,000 bills so that you could make it rain over in your corner.
"Now who's the stripper?" Luke smirked making you scowl at him.
Michael grabbed one of the loose bills and stuffed it down Luke's shirt, "still you."
"At least I'm a rich stripper," he stuck his tongue out at Michael as he was skipped over for turns.
"Well it's your lucky day, you can be my rich stripper," he smiled landing on the 'stop and get married' tile, "but this is a limited time offer." Luke looked longingly down at his car which was still stuck, and back at Michaels who was already far ahead of him.
"Fine," he groaned moving his piece into the red car, "but only because I get half the red car in the divorce settlement."
"Is that even allowed?" You looked over at Ashton who shrugged.
"Technically in the rules it doesn't say you can't marry the other players."
"Whatever, combined they still make less than me," Calum waved it off while muke bickered over who got to drive.
"They're both little blue pieces you can't tell them apart," you sighed slapping their hands away from the car as Calum took his turn.
"But I know which is which," Luke frowned.
"Hand them over," you held out your hand and mixed up their characters randomly picking one to put in the drivers seat. "There." Taking your turn, you got married as well moving your little car up the board.
Despite using Michaels car, the married couple decided to go on Luke's turn, ending up rolling a ten and getting a speeding ticket.
"Look what you did Luke!" Michael hissed as Calum held out his hand expectantly.
"Relax I've got this," Luke whispered back turning to your brother.
"How are you today officer?" He batted his eyelashes.
"Impatient," Calum grunted unimpressed.
"Well in that case you can just go on your way, no need to bother charging us a ticket," he said brightly.
"Nice try hemmings, but you still owe me five grand," he rolled his eyes.
"Clifford, we're married now," Michael piped in.
"What will it take to make this go away?" Luke pressed undeterred, ignoring Michael completely.
"Five thousand dollars."
"I'll give you a bl-" but you cut him off mid-sentence.
"For goodness sakes!" You grabbed some of the money from their pile and handed it to Calum.
"Hey! Thief! Arrest her!" Michael yelled pointing at you.
"Says the one who tried to bribe a cop and refused to pay a traffic fine."
"Touché, fine, what did we land on anyway?" He moved the little car over. "Buy a house."
"Yay!" Luke grabbed several house cards and laid them in front of them.
"I want this one," Michael pointed towards the most expensive mansion.
"What? No. That's too much, lets buy the mobile home and be done with it," Luke picked up the cheapest one.
"No! I won't be raising Michael jr. In a trailer when we can buy him a house," Michael grabbed the house he wanted leading them into an all out fight. The three of you silently continued the game. It was neck and neck, you had the larger salary but Calum kept on charging people tickets helping make up the difference leaving you with only a slim lead.
"Wait! Does that say triplets?" Luke held his chest and shook his head while Michael grabbed three more little pieces for their crowded car.
"Look it's our daughter ketchup, and our sons daniel and Michael jr.," He grinned carefully placing them into the car.
"No, nope. We are not naming our kids that. Not in a million years," Luke huffed making Michael pout. The two of them argued more as the three of you continued to play.
"You're going down," you smiled finally getting out of the night school track with a twenty thousand pay raise.
"I don't think so," Calum smirked tapping the board where he just landed.
"Change salary cards with any player," you squinted reading the tiny letters.
"I'll take that," Calum smiled grabbing your card and giving you his.
"I hate you," you pouted looking at the card with distaste.
"Do you see this Luke! Car crash! 120,000 if not insured?!" Michael yelled.
"Why are you such a crappy driver? You could've killed all five of us!" Luke countered poking Michael in the chest.
"It's not my fault, but now we're broke and ketchup can't go to college!" Michael wailed handing the money to a bored looking Ashton.
"I thought that you said college is stupid," you glanced up at him while taking your turn, crossing back towards the retirement area.
"It was, until I realized that I didn't want our kids to end up poor strippers like Luke," he frowned.
"You're not giving them any favors with names like ketchup," Ashton giggled.
"It's a family name," Michael defended himself, crossing his arms.
"Whatever, I'm retiring to millionaire estates!" Calum pulled his car into the large parking loop while you opted for the smaller safer option. Ashton finished soon after the two of you, but Muke who had only been spinning once per round was hopelessly behind. By the time they got to the end, they had a trailer full of their nine children forcing them to take they yellow car out of retirement to haul them all around.
"Alright, everyone count up their totals!" Ashton started rifling through his money, you all following suit.
"2.1 million," you grinned triumphantly at Calum.
"20,000," Michael said holding up their pitiful stack of cash and turning to Luke, "let's hope you aged well and can go back to work."
"2.2 million!" Calum squealed doing a victory dance.
"I demand a recount!" You slammed your fist down rocking the whole board.
"That won't be necessary," Ashton interjected, "I got 2.5 million, more than either of you."
"I still beat you!" Calum said quickly continuing his victory dance.
"But you still lost, so really you're a loser," you shrugged starting to clean up.
"Am not."
"Are too."
Lucas: (Sorry if you haven't read harry potter and don't know what's going on 😁)
"Luke, today is a dark day," you sighed rolling over on the couch to look at him.
Your brother didn't even bother to look up from his guitar to reply, "what's the reason this time?"
"I'm so bored I've been reduced to taking internet quizzes," you groaned dramatically covering your face with your arm.
"Hmmmm?" He stuck out his tongue still trying to tune the strings.
"Aren't you going to ask me what it was about?" You peeked past your arm to look at him.
"Right. So y/n, what's your internet quiz about?" Luke glanced up at you, but his tone was of complete disinterest.
"My harry potter house," you showed him the screen, "I'm a Hufflepuff. "
"Really? I personally am more of a Ravenclaw," he raised an eyebrow at you.
"I see," you said with relative distaste. He just had to be in your rival house.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Luke put the guitar down and crossed his arms.
"Nothing," you shrugged not really wanting to fight with him.
"No, tell me," he pressed, "go on."
"It just explains a lot, you know how Ravenclaws can be," you said innocently.
"Actually no, other than intelligent and witty that is," he smirked leaning back in his chair. "Either way, being a Ravenclaw is way better than being a Hufflepuff, we all know they're just the other houses sloppy seconds," he sneered. You were taken aback, you hadn't really meant to offend him, and yet he chooses to insult you this way? Unacceptable.
"Excuse you, Hufflepuffs have each other's backs and our lives together unlike your filthy house that insists on shoving each other down to get to the top," you chuckled.
"You just say that to make yourselves feel better, there's no need to scramble because you won't get anywhere," Luke scoffed.
"If by not getting anywhere you mean not becoming dark then you're right, we have the lowest amount of converted dark wizards than any other house," you shrugged watching as Luke's face turned red, "plus we value hard-work, a Hufflepuff can be just as successful as a Ravenclaw."
"Just because a Hufflepuff works hard doesn't mean they can achieve at the same level as a Ravenclaw," he said incredulously.
"That's what pretentious Ravenclaws like to think," you threw up your arms, "just because you got sorted into the 'smart' house that you're better than us."
"You listen here-" his argument was cut off by Michael bursting through the door.
"You guys won't believe this," he laughed, "Ashton was yelling at me earlier for leaving a smelly sock out so i hid a bunch under his mattress where they would smell but he couldn't find them."
You and Luke made brief eye contact with each other before simultaneously narrowing your eyes and speaking, "Slytherin."
A/n- that was short, I might fix it later. Anyway, I googled what house Luke would be in and it was half Hufflepuff and half Ravenclaw so I just went with it 😋 everyone agreed on Michael being a Slytherin though 😂 Pottermore says I'm a Gryffindor but I'm skeptical
Should I post chapters part by part like this throughout the week or just all at once once a week? 🤔
I just changed my username to something more fandom-y and I can tell it's going to take me a while to get used to this 😝
Irweenie:
"ASHTON DID YOU SEE THIS?" You shrieked running down the stairs phone in hand.
"What?" He threw his gym bag down and walked over to look. "Yea I saw that picture, it's nice isn't it," he said absentmindedly looking at your Instagram.
"BUT LOOK!" You pointed at the likes, "LOOK AT THAT!"
"Yea what about it?" He handed you back your phone and dropped his bag.
"THOUSANDS! THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE LIKED MY PICTURE!" You squealed making Ashton wince.
"Calm down, it's just cause I was in it," he scoffed grabbing his water bottle.
"How did you know it wasn't me?" You frowned crossing your arms.
"Because you don't have millions of fans worldwide," he chuckled gulping down his water.
"Rude," you muttered crossing your arms.
"Realistic," he countered raising an eyebrow, "unless you think that you could do better."
"Maybe I do," you huffed turning away.
"Well then care to place a bet?" He asked looking at you amused.
"What were you thinking?" You replied. You were aware that it would be hard to actually win, but your pride wouldn't let you quit without trying.
"You can post as many pictures on your account for the next twenty four hours, I'll do the same, and whoever gets more cumulative likes wins," he offered. There were some clear loopholes to work with so you decided to go along with it for the most part.
"Deal, but you have more followers so it's going to have to be proportional to that." Ashtons face dropped, he was clearly not expecting you to pick up on that little advantage.
"Fine," he groaned, "but if I win you have to wash my dirty gym clothes."
"Alright, but if I win, which I will, you need to stop drumming in the wee hours of the morning," you grumbled, tired of shoving pillows over your ears as Ashton 'practiced'.
"Okay, 24 hours start now, LET THE FIRST ANNUAL SELFIE WARS BEGIN!" He cheered running up the stairs, presumably to start taking photos.
"I'm going to need some backup," you muttered pulling out your phone to call Luke.
"What?" Luke hissed preoccupied with something in the background.
"I need help," you tiptoed over to the stairs and peeked up to see if you could tell what Ashton was up to.
"With?" He pressed, "CHEATER!"
"Uh, Ashton bet me that he could get more Instagram likes and I need some eye candy to really draw people in," you explained wincing as he continued to yell.
"What do I get out of this?" He asked unimpressed with your proposal.
"Revenge against Ashton for airing your dirty laundry," you smiled hopeful that he would agree.
"Fine, but you owe me one, did you get anyone else?" You heard Luke's keys jingle as he began to get himself together.
"No, I called you first," you sighed picking at your nails.
"Michael's here, but you're going to owe both of us one," Luke replied flatly, Michaels protests heard in the background.
"What happened to Calum?"
"He rushed out just before you called, said something about a text," your eyes immediately narrowed, Ashton.
Just then the door flew open and the bandmate in question walked in.
"Found him, gotta go," you glanced back up, "and hurry."
"Who was that?" Calum asked wandering over to you.
"Luke," you replied in a clipped tone, not wanting to fraternize with the enemy.
"Why?" Calum crinkled up his face in confusion as if he didn't know why anyone would want to talk to his bandmate.
"None of your business Calcium," you snapped, what was his endgame? Was he trying to get information for Ashton?
"Snotty, I'm going to see Ashton," he glared and strutted past you to the stairs.
"Fine," you said relieved he was leaving you alone.
As soon as he was out of the earshot the door flung open, "Y/NNNNNNN what do you want?" Michael whined stumbling inside.
"To not have to wash Ashton's gross gym clothes," you wrinkled your nose at the very thought of having to touch those repugnant clothes.
"Well I'm not helping you with that," he deadpanned as Luke walked in closing the door behind him.
"Nobody here is washing anything," Luke rolled his eyes, "that's what we're trying to avoid."
"Yeah, we just need to get more likes," you groaned hitting your head against the wall.
"And we're here because?" Michael motioned for you to continue.
"She needed eye candy and called me FIRST!" Luke jumped in smirking.
"Well I'm offended, you think Luke is hotter than me?" Michael pouted at you.
"Not necessarily, Luke is just better about answering when I call," you shot him a pointed look, "but that's beside the point, we need to stage as many pictures of us doing fun stuff as possible."
"Like what?" Michael raised an eyebrow.
You were thinking of a response when your phone went off signaling Ashton had posted something. You opened Instagram to be greeted by a shirtless picture of a very sweaty Ashton.
"Post gym workout picture," Luke mused, "girls go nuts over those."
"Well what else do girls like?" You asked in dismay as the likes poured in.
"You tell us you're the girl here," Michael snorted earning a shove from you.
"But they're YOUR fans," you begged.
"Well, girls like pranks, if you're willing to be the victim that is," Michael said mischievously.
Your face fell with that suggestion, did you want to be put through whatever Michael had in mind? No. Did you want to win? Yes. "Fine," you said begrudgingly.
"That's the spirit!" Luke chuckled, Michael dragged the two of you into the living room.
"Luke, you go find some sharpies, Y/N, you pretend to be asleep," Michael commanded shoving you down onto the couch. Knowing where this was going, you cursed under your breath as you laid down. Closing your eyes, you laid still, listening as Luke came bounding in, arms presumably full of markers.
"FOUND THEM! Crap, I mean, found them," Luke whispered tentatively walking forward.
"You dimwit she isn't actually asleep, now start doodling on her face," you winced as you heard the caps come off and the smell permeate the air.
"Hold still, this might tickle," Luke warned as he began to draw words on your forehead.
"Ya know Y/N, you should really be more fashion forward," Michael commented as he walked over, "I think a mustache and monocle would really set your look off." Now you felt a second sharpie right under your nose as Michael began his facial hair experiment.
"Mustaches look best with beards," Luke added, moving down to your chin.
"Can't forget about the unibrow though," Michael sang, coloring in the space between your eyebrows.
"Winged eyeliner is really in these days too."
"Luke I swear, if you get sharpie in my eye I will kill you," you warned as he started to work on your eyelids.
"Right," he gulped, carefully continuing.
"Some mascara and freckles," Michael hummed putting on the finishing touches, "Ta da! A masterpiece!"
"Don't forget to signnnnnn!" Luke giggled writing his name on your cheek.
"True," Michael agreed doing the same to the other side of your face.
"Alright, now Luke you pretend to keep in writing, and I'll take the picture and put it on Y/N's account," Michael said. You waited patiently for him to ask you to unlock your phone, but he never did, instead poking your face to show you he was done.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you admired the picture. Sure you looked dumb, but if it worked it would all be worth it. Michael had captioned your picture, "A true work of art #ourpranksstillsuck #donttellY/N"
"Do you think it'll work?"
"Let's hope, team Cashton just uploaded a picture of Ashton in the My Little Pony shirt, they'll go nuts!" Luke exclaimed throwing his arms up into the air.
(A/N- Aight I'm going to add in a cutesy little prank war later but rn I'm just gonna smash the ending on)
"THE SHIRT THATS IT!" You screeched in joy running up to your room.
"What shirt?" Michael asked running after you.
"I found the shirt the other day," you rifled through your drawer, "I'm surprised he didn't get rid of it."
"Ashton's sentimental like that," Luke shrugged as you pulled out the atrocious purple shirt.
"If this doesn't do it, I don't know what will," you said solemnly slipping it on and striking a pose as Michael took the picture.
Within minutes of you putting it up Ashton was banging on the door, "Y/N LET ME IN WE NEED TO TALK!" He shrieked.
You nodded at Luke who lazily opened the door, allowing a rather embarrassed Ashton and wheezing Calum into the room.
"That was gold," Calum laughed, "pure genius."
"Shut up," Ashton whined, "and give me the shirt."
"What? No," you scoffed at the very idea of handing something so precious over.
"Please?" He pouted sticking out his bottom lip.
"Will you surrender? And stop playing the drums at 5 am?" You asked.
"Fine. Just give me the dumb shirt."
REQUESTS:
38. Sibling Rivalry ✔️
39. He takes you on tour (1D collab)
40. You don't get along with the other boys
41. He's dating one of the other boys
- Muke
- Mashton
- Cake
- Cashton
- Malum
- Lashton
42. You're bullied???
A/N- My mind is so messed up. I was putting titles on some of the earlier imagines and one ended up being 'Castration without representation' 😜
Michael:
"MICHAEL!" You screamed as you walked into the door, slamming it shut behind you.
"IN HERE!" Michael yelled back. Turning towards where his voice was, you marched to his room where he was swaddled under all of his blankets.
"I need help," you sighed sitting down next to him.
"With?" His head poked out of the top of his cocoon to look at you.
"Language arts class." Your class had been reading Shakespeare and now your teacher was allowing you to watch the movie in class. Everyone was supposed to bring in a snack to share, and you had been tasked with cupcakes.
"Calum's the poet go talk to him," Michael groaned starting to slide back under. You had no idea what you were doing, and had to come up with something to stop him.
"NO! I need cupcakes," you said hurriedly making Michael pause.
"Cupcakes? What kind of school is this?" He asked you, eyes wide in confusion.
"We're watching a movie and everyone's bringing in snacks," you chuckled. Michael sat up and stretched his arms over his head.
"That's something I can help you with, I can make a meaaaaan cupcake," he grinned sliding off the end of the bed.
"Alright, do we have any cake mix?" You followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Do I have cake mix?" He laughed shaking his head, "Is snow cold?"
"Well I guess it depends on your definition of cold-"
"No, I meant that was a dumb question," he shook his head pulling open a cabinet. Inside there were several dozen boxes of cake mix in all sorts of flavors.
"Not that I'm not happy," you raised your eyebrow, "but why do you have all of all this?"
"Calum went through this cake phase," he waved it off, "unimportant."
"Okay then," you giggled grabbing a box of vanilla mix, "let's get started!"
"Vanilla really?" Michael sighed looking at your choice.
"It's my favorite flavor," you pouted looking down at the box.
"But it's so boring," he shook his head and reached down to grab a different one, "why not red velvet?"
"Because it's my project and I want vanilla," you snorted ready to open the box.
Michael swiped it away before you could open it, "WAIT! Shouldn't we talk about this?"
"No," you deadpanned, trying to grab your cake-mix from his hands.
"Well I'm making red velvet and if you want my help you will too," he frowned handing you back the vanilla.
"Fine, you make yours and I'll make mine," you shrugged finally opening the box and dumping it into a large bowl.
"Alright, but mine are going to be better," he replied grabbing his own bowl and dumping the mix inside.
"Nice try." You weren't going to let him talk you into some dumb competition.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not trying anything," he said innocently. Peeking over at your bowl he made a disgusted face and shook his head before going back to his own.
"What?" You asked looking down at your own bowl.
"Nothing," Michael shrugged, "just glad I don't have to eat those."
"MINE WILL BE JUST AS GOOD IF NOT BETTER!" You finally snapped.
"Oh really?" He smirked, "Care to test that theory?"
"Yes, yes I would," you glared at him, "Call the boys over, whichever they like more wins."
"You're on!" He dusted off his hands and pulled out his phone.
While Michael was busy with that, you preheated the oven and finished making your batter, measuring out the water and grabbing eggs. Pouring in the water, you held up and egg getting ready to crack it, not noticing Michael sneak up behind you.
"AHHHHHH!" Michael screamed right into your ear, making you drop the half-cracked egg scattering eggshell all through your batter.
"MICHAEL!" You shrieked throwing what was left of the egg at him.
"Y/N!" He mocked you picking the nastiness our of his hair. While you tried to fix the cupcake mix Michael decided to get revenge, grabbing the sink and spraying you with water.
"STOP STOP!" You yelled shielding yourself with your arms. "Jerk," you muttered when Michael finally stopped. He was ahead of you, and already loaded his cupcakes into the oven while you were busy drying yourself off.
"Stop being such a baby and pass me some sugar," he rolled his eyes and held out his hand expectantly.
You went to grab the container when a thought crossed your mind, "Michael I don't see any in here, maybe you should check to see if there's any in the pantry." Groaning, Michael stalked off to see if he could find any extra sugar. While he was away, you grabbed the half-full sugar container and dumped a thick layer of salt on top. "NEVERMIND FOUND IT!"
Michael waked back in and grabbed the container, measuring out what he needed. You held back maniacal laughter as Michael used the contaminated sugar, mixing it into cream cheese, likely for a frosting. Shaking your head at his questioning glance, you loaded your cupcakes into the oven. Leaning back, you noticed just how bad you needed to pee.
"I'll be right back," you rushed out of the room towards the bathroom. Doing your business, you came back to see Michael was still working on his icing, and trays of freshly baked cupcakes laying on the counter. You started to make your own frosting, deciding on chocolate. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until you could smell something burning. Whirling around, you pulled open the oven to see your cupcakes blackened inside the oven. Turning off the timer, you saw that while you were gone Michael had turned the temperature way up, burning the food. Glaring at him, you pulled the trays out as quickly as you could, setting them next to Michael's.
"Hmmm, how unfortunate," Michael said with mock sympathy, grabbing his own cooled cupcakes and beginning to fill them with the mixture he was making before, and then ice them. Grabbing the three least-burned cupcakes, you put them in the freezer to cool as quickly as possible, finished your icing, and then frosted them.
Just as you stepped back from your last cupcake the doorbell rang. You motioned for Michael to go answer it but he shook his head. "I'm not leaving you here to sabotage mine."
Sighing at him, you nodded in agreement, "we'll go together." Walking down the hallway you opened up the door, Michael right behind you.
"SHOW ME THE CAKES!" Calum screamed running inside the house.
"He's been talking about this all day," Ashton sighed as he and Luke followed them into the kitchen. You and Michael gave them each a cupcake to try.
"Mine is classic vanilla with chocolate frosting," you smiled.
"Mine is red velvet with cream cheese filling and vanilla icing," Michael smirked.
"On the count of three?" Luke asked and they all nodded.
"One, two, three," Luke counted down before taking a massive bite out of Michael's cupcake.
"EW! THAT'S SO GROSS!" He exclaimed dropping it.
"IT TASTES SALTY!" Ashton yelled.
"NOOOOOOO! WHY?" Calum sobbed scrubbing off his tongue.
"I don't understand," Michael picked up the remains of a cupcake and tried a piece.
"Try mine," you urged the now wary group.
Calum took a tentative bite, and then another before setting it down. He made a face before spitting out a bunch of eggshells.
"Nope, gross too," he sighed setting it down.
"Which was worse?" Michael asked, making Calum pause thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't eat either, but Michael had a better cake, Y/N had a better frosting."
"I WIN!" You both yelled simultaneously, glaring at each other.
"More like you both lost, didn't you need these for something?" Ashton asked poking at the gross cupcakes with his finger.
"He's right," Luke added, "nobody in their right mind would eat these."
"I guess we're going to have to go to plan B then, the grocery store."