it's 3 in the morning and i still can't freaking sleep. i decide to go downstairs to get something to eat cause i'm starving.
*tip toes downstairs*
*goes to refridgerator*
ugh. milk, yogurt, random food i'm not in the mood for.
vegemite sandwich it is i guess.
i start making the sandwich when i hear footsteps coming downstairs. please don't let it be ashton please.
"sydney, what are you doing up so late?"
"i'm starving so-"
"oh. what are you making?"
i finish and cut it in half. i hand calum the other half.
"ohhh. haven't shared a sandwich with you in a while."
"well ashton's not here."
"yeah. hey thanks."
"did i wake you up?"
"oh uh, no, i was just awake already."
"i can't sleep, and i was hungry and now i'm here."
"i woke up and couldn't go back to sleep."
"why?"
"i had a nightmare."
"about?"
"you left us and we didn't know what to do so we died."
"aw."
"they died by getting hit by a truck, i commute suicide."
"calum what."
"don't know what'd i'd so if we lost you."
"you'd probably have to make your own vegemite sandwiches."
"true."
"michael will probably be happier, ashton won't have anyone to yell at anymore, and luke will go blind from staring at his phone so much."
"that's completely accurate."
i put a disappointed look on my face, i thought he would correct me about michael, but i guess not.
"you okay?"
"y-yeah. i'm gonna go now."
"okay. goodnight."
he tried hugging me but i just ran upstairs. i went to my room and started tearing up. i threw alot of stuff around my room. not loud enough to wake up the guys though.
when i stopped i just face planted onto my bed. i sat up and rubbed my eyes. i'm tired of this.
maybe calum's kidding. maybe michael does care. i won't talk to him at all tomorrow. we'll see.
-
the next morning i woke up around 11 and got up. i smelled bacon. gross. i fixed my hair a bit then went downstairs.
"good morning!"
"hey ash. hey luke."
"h-hi."
"why are you cooking bacon?"
"because michael asked for some."
"ugh."
ashton gave me a look then put the spatula down and walked over to me with his arms crossed.
"what do you mean ugh?"
"nothing."
"if you and michael hate each other again thats fine with me, just don't bring the bad vibes to the table."
"whatever."
he smirked at me and continued cooking the bacon. then he made pancakes, then he made toast, then he made eggs.
whats up with the big breakfast today?
"morning fellas."
"hi calum."
"hey syd."
"what," i replied in an annoyed tone.
"don't talk to her calum, she hates everyone right now. except maybe luke."
"well i'm just saying, i went back to sleep after last night, and i dreamt of you making dozens of sandwiches and cut them all in half and gave me the other half."
"great."
"best dream ever. *whisper* and then we made out."
i started choking on my toast. ashton pat me on the back to help.
then he came downstairs.
"mornin."
"michael i made what you told me to."
"oh thanks ash!"
he tried hugging him but ashton just pushed him away. he smiled at me but i just rolled my eyes.
he furrowed his eyebrows and sat across from me.
he grabbed one of everything, and grabbed all the bacon.
"sorry i asked for bacon, sydney. i know you hate it."
bitch. if he knew i'm disgusted with it, why ask for it?
"michael just hurry and eat."
"yeah, don't you have a date?"
he gave luke a shut-the-fuck-up look and looked at me in the corner of his eye.
"n-no?"
"yes you do! you told us last night, you said you wanted bacon because that's your confidence food."
"actually pizza is, but i can't have that for breakfast can i?"
"whatever. where are ya taking the girl?"
"pizza."
"lame."
"screw you."
"what's her name?"
"no don't ask for it now, he'll tell all the details after they fuck," calum said loud enough for me to hear.
they all looked at me, waiting for a response. i just continued eating my toast.
"what?"
"what do you think about this, sydney?"
"i really don't give a fuck."
ashton was happy, and so was calum, michael furrowed his eyebrows, and luke's face was emotionless.
around 5, i downstairs watching tv with luke and then ashton and calum running downstairs.
"give it up, for michael fucking clifford!"
he came downstairs in a flannel and skinny jeans, and converse. normal.
i rolled my eyes and me and luke continued watching how i met your mother.
"doesn't he look nice, sydney?"
"whatever." i said, not turning around.
"well then..michael leave and go have an amazing time."
"okay. bye guys!"
he left and calum and ashton came to watch tv with us too.
"you guys are boring, i'm going upstairs."
"me too."
ashton and luke left. now it's just me and calum.
"so, what do you think michael and that girl are gonna do?"
"i don't know, and i don't care."
"great."
i was thinking really stupid things at that moment, and i don't know, stupidity got the best of me.
5 minutes later, i'm making out with calum.
*knock on door*
"fuck."
i got up to answer it.
"hey, where's syd--oh hi sydney."
"hi?"
"um, i just found out my date bailed, and uh, i have pizza so-"
"she's busy," calum stated snaking his arm around my waist.
"oh..OH. um, does ashton know..?"
"no, and he won't find out."
"well, can i come in at least? i live here too."
"whatever."
calum pulled the door open and michael came in with a pizza box.
"here. enjoy your selves."
"we will indeed," calum said with a smirk on his face. he didn't let me answer for myself.
michael went upstairs with a sad look on his face. the second he disappeared upstairs, calum grabbed my face and tried kissing me again.
"calum, stop."
"why?"
"i-i, uh, i'm tired. yeah, so i'll just uh, take these slices and go upstairs. bye."
"we'll continue tomorrow?!"
"no."
i went upstairs. i knocked on michael's door.
"come in."
i walked in and saw his back facing the door, and his face in his hands.
"what?"
"hey mike."
he looked up and quickly wiped his eyes.
"oh hi sydney."
"slice?"
"thanks."
i handed him a slice and kept the other for myself.
"what're you doing up here? aren't you supposed to be down with calum?"
"nope."
"sorry i turned you guys off."
"i really don't care, nothing happened."
"then why'd he say you guys were busy?"
"he was lying."
"oh. *sigh* my date blew me off. left a note."
"what'd the note say?"
"sorry, i thought you were the asian one. -madde."
"what a bitch."
"yeah. dating sucks."
"that's why you need a relationship."
"with you?" he said excitedly.
"no. i'm staying away from relationships."
"i should too."
he watched me as i took a bite out of my slice of pepperoni pizza.
"you know," he said with a mouthful of pizza, "i only agreed to this date calum set me up on was because i thought she would help me get over you."
"calum set you up?"
"yeah, that explain the note."
"yeahhh. well, we're still buds. we might blossom into something like a flower. cause you know buds blossom into flowers, yeah."
"what a great metaphor, sydney, truly inspiring."
"shut up."
we finished our slices.
"this is better than being on a date, completely."
"i guess. too bad it's with me, haha."
"nah, that just makes it better," he said with a wink.
it 100% makes it better.