Sorry I just took like a random week and a half off??? Idk, I'm trying to make it up
Michael:
There was nothing better than pizza night. Every Friday when Michael would come home with two extra large pizzas and the two of you would watch movies and have little bit of relaxation/sibling bonding time. The boys were wrapping up their two week break, so they were coming over as well to say goodbye.
At six on the dot Michael, Luke, and Ashton came in with the food and some movies.
"Wait, where's Calum?" You asked as they started to set up the pizzas buffet style.
Ashton shrugged, carrying in some plates and setting them down, "we couldn't get a hold of him."
"I probably called half a dozen times," Luke added.
"He'll be here soon," Michael finished.
That statement was proof of your brothers closet psychic powers as right after he said that Calum himself came stumbling in the room.
"Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time, but I couldn't miss PIZZA!" He said enthusiastically. You took in his appearance and right away knew exactly what had made him 'lose track of time'. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his clothes disheveled, and most obvious of all, there were deep purple bruises on his neck and exposed upper chest.
You coughed awkwardly and looked away.
"What happe-," Ashton's sentenced stopped as soon as he got a good look at Calum, "never mind."
"It looks like you were attacked bro? Were there some leeches or something outside?" Luke smirked and slapped him on the back. Calum visibly flinched at the action and that didn't go unnoticed.
While the brunet was awkwardly avoiding questions, Michael came up behind him and lifted the back of his shirt.
"Mate!" He exclaimed, "it really does look like something with talons attacked your back."
"Shuuuut uuuup!" He was blushing and batted them off.
"Did you use protection?" Ashton questioned, grabbing his own food.
"Dude!" Calum hissed quietly.
"I just can't believe that he would leave whatever that was for movies," Luke raised his eyebrows.
Calum, who looked mortified at their teasing, sat down next to you and buried his head in his hands.
"I dunno, maybe he worked up an appetite," Michael smirked.
You decided to help Calum out, "is he okay?" You widened your eyes and put a slight pout on your face, "what attacked him? Where did he get all those bruises and scratches?"
Ashton started choking on his pizza and Luke slapped his back.
Michael looked at you horrified, "I, I, you don't-? How-?"
"You see Y/N," Luke started explaining but Michael shot him a look. "Calum got hit by a bus."
Michael nodded rapidly and Ashton looked at the two of them as if they were nuts.
"He walked out into the street and BOOM! That's why you always look both ways," Michael continued.
"Oh," you said thoughtfully, and the table shook a little as Calum tried to hide his laughter.
The other three boys excused themselves to the kitchen to 'get some drinks', but all you could hear were extremely loud giggles.
Calum finally looked over at you, "thanks Y/N."
"I don't know what you mean," you hid your own smile by taking a bite of your pizza, "but it sure does seem like that 'bus' left some pretty major hickeys."
Ashton:
(IM SORRY IF YOU'RE AUSTRALIAN! I'm not, but it makes more sense if you aren't)
Y/H/T/N- your home team's name
A/O/S/T- another Olympic swim team
The olympics were finally on. Two weeks of the year when even lazy people like you cared about every random sport, and nationalism was at an all time high.
Ashton was having a little Olympic viewing event of the swimmers, as he himself was one, and the boys came over to watch with you.
"Damn," you accidentally cursed as the men's swimmers took the stage, but you tried to cough to cover it up.
"Something you want to say Y/N?" Ashton didn't sound impressed so you rapidly shook your head.
"Nope, just enjoying their... Warmup technique," you winced, and there were various chuckles from around the room.
"Yeah right," Luke scoffed from one of the other couches.
"Shut up Luke," you frowned, beginning to blush.
"Hey!" Michael spluttered, "only I can tell Luke to shut up!" He turned away from you to Luke, who he was conveniently next to, "shut up Luke."
"Can we just watch Australia win already? Thanks," Calum huffed.
You looked at him incredulously, "there is no way that Australia is going to beat Y/H/T/N."
"Uh, yes there is, we are the best nation in the world," Ashton stated matter of factly.
You could feel all four sets of their eyes burning holes into your head, fueled by national pride. But you wouldn't back down.
"At swimming? You think that you can beat US?" You full on belly laughed, gripping your stomach and wiping tears from your eyes, "that's so cute."
"We'll see now won't we," Michael argued. His words suggested optimism, but his tone implied he wanted to see Y/H/T/N creamed by the Australians.
"One embarrassing internet picture we win," your brother suggested.
"I'm in," Calum agreed.
"We'll do it too," Michael swung an arm over Luke's shoulder.
Their eyes turned to you, "sure, I hope you four know your dress sizes."
"Ready," the announcer said on the screen, and all eyes were immediately glued to the screen.
The signal went off and the swimmers dove into the water.
"GO GO GO!" You screamed.
"MOVE!" Michael jumped off the couch.
"ROTATE YOUR SHOULDERS YOU NITWIT!" Ashton added.
You looked over at the other two, Calum was tightly gripping his pop can, denting it with force, and Luke's jaw was clenched shut as he was apparently mentally willing his team on.
"ALMOST THERE ALMOST THERE!" You leaned in with your chosen Olympian as they approached the wall.
"YOU GOT IT! GO! YES!" Ashton cheered his on as well.
"NOOOOOO!" You collapse back onto the couch as the times came up on the screen.
You had been beaten by .04 seconds.
"OH YEAH! UH HUH!" Michael was dancing around you in a circle.
"WHO'S THE BEST?" Calum asked.
"WE'RE THE BEST!" Ashton, Luke, and Michael responded.
"WHO WAS RIGHT?" Ashton yelled in your ear.
You wiped some spit off your cheek and rolled your eyes, "you were."
"THAT'S RIGHT! WE WON!" Luke was also trying to dance, but it just looked like a painful combination of rapid neck movement and elbow.
"Haven't you heard of sportsmanship?" You crossed your arms, it had been nearly five minutes.
"Yes, but WE'RE NOT ATHLETES!" Calum cheered.
"Whatever," you got up to leave.
"Don't forget Y/N, you bet us one embarrassing picture," Ashton reminded you.
"How could I forget?"
Sorry these are kinda short?!
Luke:
The end of summer was quickly approaching, your warm days and short nights were starting to fade into fall. And fall is nice, but it has some... Disappointments. One of these being going back to school. Another monotonous year of learning things, hooray.
Of course, before one can go back to school, they have to go back to school shopping. So that's what you were doing. It had been Luke's idea, he was really excited about you not being around to irritate him all day, and actually had a countdown timer in the kitchen of the number of hours left. For this particular excursion, it wouldn't just be the two of you, but Calum wanted to come as well since he felt like he had 'missed out on this important part of his childhood'.
"ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!" The door burst open and Cake made their dramatic entry into the house. You barely glanced up as this particular routine was nothing new.
"And by rock you mean...?" You finally looked up from the TV.
"Back to school shopping," Calum said, "admittedly not all that rock-ish."
"I dunno, I think it sounds great!" Luke smirked, glancing at his bright red countdown timer perched on the counter.
"Yeah yeah, I get it, you want to get rid of me," you sighed dramatically and stood.
Luke shrugged and nodded, "pretty much."
"Damn," Calum snorted, "that's cold Hemmings, even for you."
"SHE EATS ALL MY FOOD AND THEN JUST LAYS THERE AND SASSES ME! IT'S FOR HER OWN GOOD, SHE NEEDS SOMETHING TO DO ALL DAY!" Luke yelled. He was completely exasperated by your summer schedule, but the summer was for laziness so really the whole thing was a misunderstanding.
"You're not wrong," you replied simply, strolling past them to the door, "but I'm up and not eating at the moment so let's get this over with."
"Take your time, smell the roses," Calum caught up to you and threw his arm over your shoulders, "pretty soon you'll be nostalgic about this."
"I doubt it," you said skeptically.
"Oh come on," Calum smiled, abandoning his shotgun seat to sit next to you in the back, "think about how great it really is."
"How so?" You raised an eyebrow, "what's so great about school supplies?"
"The shelves of pencils and notebooks is calming. Binders in every color, backpacks in countless patterns. Think about it, not only are they beautiful to look at but they represent a new school year. It's just refreshing," he sighed happily and sat back in his seat.
"I guess it is kinda nice?" You chewed the inside of your lip.
"High school isn't that bad," Luke added from the front, "I mean when you ignore the actual coursework and sports and other extracurriculars, you get to spend a lot of time with your friends."
"Uh," whatever optimism you had in that moment died.
"Ignore him Y/N, he's a Debby downer, think of the upsides, we can go get stuff!" Calum squealed.
"I find it strange how happy a high school dropout is about high school," Luke said dryly.
"Maybe it'll be good," you were unsure but Calum was making you feel a little better.
"That's the spirit!" Calum ruffled your hair just as you arrived at Target.
"Hmmmmm," Luke frowned as he looked for a spot in the crowded lot.
"There sure are a lot of people here," you commented.
"Look, there's a spot right there," Calum pointed to an open space and Luke parked the car.
"Everyone out," your brother ordered, unlocking the doors.
Calum bolted out the door and ran to grab a cart. He pulled it from the return and came back over, proudly pushing it along.
"Well? What are we waiting for?" He asked. You and Luke glanced at each other but followed behind him.
The three of you fell into the line of people moving inside, being shoved together as you approached the narrower door.
"Man there's a lot of people here," you wheezed, your face shoved into Luke's shoulder.
"You can say that again," your brother side-stepped an angry old lady on an electric cart.
"That just means that there are good deals inside, people are attracted to those," Calum explained, undeterred. You were doubtful and your fears were confirmed as soon as you stepped inside.
The word chaos came to mind as you took in your surroundings. There were people everywhere, grabbing things, fighting each other, and playing bumper-cart as they stocked up for the coming year. You felt for the poor staff who were running around and trying to restore order.
"Maybe we should put this off another day," you offered, ducking so that a flying shoe didn't hit you in the face.
"We're already here, let's just get this over with," Luke grumbled, nudging his stunned bandmate out of the way so he could push the cart. He was really tall and bulky, therefore acting as the perfect battering ram to get the three of you to the correct aisle.
"Are you okay?" You asked, pulling Calum by the elbow so you wouldn't lose Luke.
"I just," he shook his head a little, "I forgot this part."
"We can still have fun," you forced a smile, "we can join in on that backpack fight, or maybe nominate Luke as our gladiator."
"This is NOT the spirit of back to school shopping," Calum ignored you, "it's supposed to be good, and happy, and revitalizing, not... This."
"I think your expectations were just too high," you shrugged, watching in amusement as Luke simply grabbed what he needed off the top shelves where others couldn't reach.
"I guess, I just expected this to be more fun," he paused in the middle of the aisleway and you stopped with him.
While you were thinking of something to respond with, two children armed with sharpies snuck up behind you.
"Uh," you looked at them in shock as they wrote something on Calums arm, him being too distracted to notice.
"Calum?" You snapped out of it and they ran away giggling.
"Huh? What?" He looked around.
"Your arm," you pointed to the spot you saw them writing.
He looked down and rolled his eyes, "REAL MATURE PEOPLE!
"What does it say?" You asked curiously.
"'You're Mom'," he rolled his eyes, "that's not even the right 'your'."
"Maybe they think you ARE Mom," you shrugged.
"What? Calum's Mom," Luke showed back up at the worst possible moment.
"Uh..."
"Yes. Obviously, it says so right here."
Calum:
Dying your hair was a Hood family tradition. Or at least so it seemed, Calum has bleached his, you were pretty sure Mali had done hers at one time, and Michael was an honorary sibling and there was a lot of hair dying there. Obviously you wanted to get in on the action and do something fun like dye your end blue.
The issue was Mali was gone, Calum would probably say no, Michael would do what Calum asked, and you were too socially anxious to go to a hair salon alone. A reasonable solution seemed to be bothering Y/BFF/N into picking up the dye and helping you do it. They didn't know what they were doing either, but you figured to minds would be better than one.
When they finally agreed you were so excited. There was something thrilling about changing your appearance.
I'm here. They finally texted you, and you sprinted to the door to let her in.
"I got the stuff," they held up a bag from the beauty store, "the bowl thing and the brush and the bleach kit and the dye."
"It's the permanent stuff right? If I'm going to get in trouble over this it better last," you snatched the bag and started looking through it.
"Yup," Y/BFF/N smacked their lips, "are you sure about this?"
"I'm super pumped," you confirmed and they let out a low whistle.
"Alright, but if anyone asks I wasn't here," they rolled their eyes and started guiding you toward the bathroom.
"Stop acting like its illegal," you reprimanded them and hopped up on the counter, "what now?"
"Uh," they picked up the bleach box, "we mix the bleach and the developer and put it on the part you want lighter."
"For how long?" You asked as Y/BFF/N ripped the box open and started recklessly mixing things together.
"A while," they ended up with a paste that looked a little funky, but you didn't know what you were doing either so you let them brush it on the ends of you hair.
"Make sure you get it all," you warned, wrapping an old towel around your neck to protect yourself.
"I know I know, hold still," they put one hand on the top of your head to steady you, and used the other to brush it through your hair.
"Whelah!" They stepped back to admire their masterpiece. "I think it's supposed to be in for twenty minutes."
They awkwardly wrapped your head in tinfoil then the two of you went to go watch some tv to blow off time. Long story short you guys got really into Cupcake Wars and lost track of time.
"AH!" You screamed as you glanced at the clock, "IT'S BEEN 45 MINUTES!"
"Uh oh," Y/BFF/N winced but pulled you back to the bathroom.
"I'M GOING TO BE BALD!" You wailed as they unwrapped your tinfoil hat and pushed your head into the sink.
"Just hold still," they sighed and started washing out your hair, "most of your hair is still attached to your head."
"MOST?!" You shrieked as they calmly continued.
"Well it's kinda brittle now, but I think it's mostly okay," they finally stepped back and you got a first look at your bleached portion.
"Uh," your eyes widened. The ends that were bleached looked very very damaged, but not all of your hair was equally done, the line of bleach was crooked and streaky. "It looks off..."
"Nah, that's totally aesthetic," they reassured you and passed you your towel.
"If you say so, maybe the color will cover it a little," you turned your head side to side.
"Speaking of color, lets dry this hair so we can color it," they smirked then started rubbing the towel all over the top of your head and face.
"AGH!" You screamed in protest, pushing them off, "I'll do it myself."
"Suit yourself," they giggled.
Once your hair was dry, they popped open the dye and mixed it up, then spread it through the bleached portions.
"Do you think it'll look okay?" You chewed the inside of your lips.
"It'll be so punk rock," they assured you, contributing to rub the dye in your hair.
You hummed to yourself for a few minutes, "how's it going back there?"
"Pretty good," their voice broke and your eyes narrowed.
"Really? Please tell me you didn't mess up," you groaned.
"I'm done," they purposely avoided your question and instead busied themselves with the tin foil, "let's go see if Cupcake Wars is still on."
You just let it go, they would tell you if it was really bad... Right?
Three full episodes later you found yourself again in the bathroom ready to find out.
"The moment of truth," Y/BFF/N sucked in a breath as they unwrapped the tin foil.
"How is it?" Your eyes were squeezed shut as they began to rinse the excess dye out.
"Good... If you like green," they trailed off awkwardly.
"What?" You asked dumbly, wanting to think you simply heard them wrong.
"It's, yeah it's green," they sighed.
"Like cute green?" You pleaded.
"Not really," they finished with your hair and you sat up to look at yourself.
It was most definitely not cute. Your weird yellow hair had given the blue dye a weird greenish color that was just as streaky and crooked as the bleach, not at all attractive. To make matters worse, Y/BFF/N had also managed to dye most of the back of your neck and ears green.
"Oh my..." your eyes widened in horror.
To make things worse this was just the time Calum and Michael chose to make an appearance.
"Y/N? What happened?" Your brother looked horrified.
As soon as Michael saw he burst out laughing.
"I just wanted to dye my hair like you guys," you were close to tears.
"SHE LOOKS LIKE THE LOVECHILD OF THE GRINCH AND A SMURF!" Michael cackled.
"Not helping."