This was requested by the girl I dedicated this to :)
Ashton: "Go Y/n!" Ashton hollers to you from the stands, the overly full popcorn bag in his hands tipping slightly, some of it falling on an opposing teams fan.
"Watch it," the girl snaps, sending him up a glare.
"Oh, I'm sorry" Ashton apologizes, directing his attention back over to the court as you serve a ball up and over the net, the other team missing it as it hits the ground (I don't really know volleyball, sorry) causing him to stand up and cheer again, this time knocking all of his popcorn over.
"Seriously!?" The girl once again shrieks, standing up with Ashton only to yell at him, "I thought I told you to watch it!" He scoffs.
"Oh please, you're just salty that your team sucks."
Michael: "Do the concession stands have pizza, babe?" Michael asks you, following you towards the gym that your game was being held.
"No, I don't think so-" you begin, stopping as Michael stops.
"What kind of concession stand doesn't have pizza!" He asks you loudly, holding his hands up in the air, "that's absurd!"
"This one, now get over it," you huff, crossing your arms, "I'm going to be late for my game."
"But I wanted pizza, Y/n," he whines, following you as you begin to walk off.
"And I wanted a boyfriend with a normal hair color," you laugh, looking back at him, "but I didn't get that so you'll be fine without getting pizza."
"But pizza and hair color are two different things?"
Luke: "Spandex (really tight/short shorts) is probably the greatest invention ever," Luke exclaims, watching as you walk out of the room, dressed fully for your game.
"You're such a pig, " you laugh at him, reaching over for your sweatpants that sat on the couch, but before you could grab them, Luke did.
"No," he tells you balling them up and placing them between his arm and armpit, "you don't need these."
"Seriously, Lucas," you groan, reaching out for them again as he turns away, refusing to give.
"Yes seriously," he huffs.
"I refuse to let you cover the booty."
Calum: "Crush them Y/n!" Calum screams loudly from his seat, earning a few glares, "kill them, seek their blood!"
"Aye, uh, mate," Luke asks, nudging him, "I don't think you're suppose to do that in this sport, or well, any for the matter..."
"Shut up Luke," Calum hushes him, "I didn't bring you to knowledge me on volleyball." He finishes, watching you spike the ball over again.
"Well sorry," Luke huffs, watching Calum cheer viciously again, " I was just trying to save you from looking like a Neanderthal..."
"Watch it, Hemmings," Calum mutters, turning to look at Luke with a glare, "I know where you live..."
**
So I said Sunday, but I can't swim due to the act I hate tampons and I'm on my monthly so I decided to write while my family left me.
Skylar xx