Ashton:
Ashton Irwin was the most popular guy in your school. He was two years above you, and everybody knew who he was and it felt as if the entire student body revolved around him. Every move he makes is watched by everyone in the school, and every word he uttered would be passed around through everyone through gossip and whispers. He was like a celebrity in your school, he was treated like one but you were probably one of the few people who didn't treat him differently from any other person in the school. The girls would throw themselves at him, and the guys would either want to befriend him or was envious of him, as he stole almost half of the female attention from all the other guys in school. Ashton was the drummer of a popular band in town, and every single one of your friends listened to them. You had to admit that they were really good, and that their songs were also great and catchy but you didn't go all crazy on them, like everyone else did. You found it weird if you were to go all fangirl-crazy over Ashton, simply because you've known him for such a long time. Before he became known as Ashton Irwin, the drummer of the band 5 Seconds of Summer, you knew him as Ashton, the boy next door with the curly blonde hair and stunning green eyes which looked hazel sometimes who likes to drum a lot and loved to laugh and do weird shit. You've known him since you were in the second grade and he was in the fourth, when he moved in the house across from yours, clutching his blue basebat cap in his hand as he took in his surroundings. You approached him and introduced yourself, starting up a conversation with him about baseball and you two immediately hit it off, becoming best friends almost immediately. You two have been best friends since that moment and he became one of the most important people in your life, and somehow as you grew up with him, he turned into a very attractive young man who stole your heart at some point. You didn't know when or how, but you just looked at him one day and your heart started pounding loudly in your chest, making you realize that you harbored feelings for your best friend. "I'm going to Calum's house," he says, pulling his grey beanie onto his curly head. You sat up, nodding as you placed your book down onto your lap, closing it. "I'll come with you, it's boring here anyways," you said, but he shook his head at you, shooting an apologetic smile. "N-no, it's fine. I don't think Calum's allowed to have girls over," he turned around and twisted the knob of your front door, opening it so he can go out. "I'll see you tomorrow," he winked, before shutting the door behind him. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, clutching your chest as you felt pain in that spot. You didn't understand why Ashton always seemed to ditch you for his new "friends" and his bandmates, whenever you two were alone and together, he would act like the sweetest person alive - he was the Ashton you came to know and love, the Ashton you grew up with. But when he was around his friends, he would become this whole different person you didn't even know - he would treat you like an object, telling you harsh words and would push you around, like you worked for him or something. You don't understand why he becomes this jerk around his friends, but when you were alone, he would treat you like a princess. You didn't like it at all, and you were getting tired of putting up with him and his asshole personality - and no matter how much it hurt, you had to leave him, the boy you were in love with for years. You couldn't settle for his attitude, you couldn't just accept the way he treated you like you didn't mean a thing to him at all around his friends, you weren't gonna deal with his shit anymore. You pulled your phone out, determined to end your friendship with the boy you loved. You typed out the text, "I'm sick of you and your shit. Don't ever call me, don't ever speak to me and don't ever come back here again. I've dealt with the way you treat me like shit around your friends, but I'm tired of this. Friendship over, Ashton. I hate you." You tapped send and bursted into tears, the tightening in your chest increasing as you pulled a pillow to your chest, crying into it.
Michael:
A huge smile spread across your face as you giggled into Michael's chest, with his arms wrapping around you. Michael Clifford was one of your classmates in your maths class, and you two became close when you started tutoring him because he was pretty bad at maths. You were only supposed to be his tutor, but one thing led to another and you found yourself falling for this weird dark haired boy with faded red hair. At first, you thought that he was a huge dick who didn't care for anyone except himself, as that was how everyone else described him. But then you got to know him better and he proved you wrong, he was one of the sweetest and kindest people alive. He showed you just how much he cared and just how much he can care if someone broke down his walls enough, and you liked that fact that you were one of the few people he showed his true self to. You and Michael weren't officially a thing just yet, you two were just taking it slow but you have both confessed how you felt for one another. You've been going on dates here and there, maybe cuddle in his bed after a long tutoring session or play footsie under his parents' table during dinner when you tutor him until night time. You weren't really sure if Michael wanted it as much as you did, because he was taking a really long time to figure things out. He told you that he didn't want to make it official just yet, because he was trying to make up his mind even if he liked you back. You were guessing it was because he had a pretty bad breakup recently and he wasn't ready for a relationship again, but it's been almost a month since you two confessed and you weren't exactly the patient type so you were running out of patience really quickly. You pulled away from his warmth, shooting him a small smile as you focused on those beautiful pink lips of his. It's been more than a month and you've always wanted to know just how good those lips tasted. They looked so full and so pink, you wondered how they would feel against yours as his chubby little fingers would tangle themselves in your hair as he had you pushed against a wall, with your hands cupping his cheeks. You imagined just how they would feel when they sucked on the skin on your neck roughly, leaving a purplish bruise as he continue to leave open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin. But most of all, you wondered just how they would feel when he was looking up at you with a huge smirk on his face, as he buried his head into the spot between your legs, kissing up your thighs as he went down on- "Hey," You snapped out of your thoughts, shaking your head as you struggled to get the dirty thoughts that clouded your mind away. You gave Michael an innocent smile, and he was peering at you with those emerald green eyes that you would never tire of. He had a huge smirk on his face, the same one you imagined he would wear when you imagined him- "What were you thinking of?" His question made you blink twice, the blood rushing to your cheeks as your ears also felt hot. You tried to think of something that wouldn't be weird, because if you told him you were thinking about him going down on you, it might scare him off or something. "I-" "Michael!" The deep, masculine voice that called his name caused him to whip around, and you peered behind him to see one of his friends coming up to him. He was blonde, had pale blue eyes that would pierce through your soul and had really broad shoulders. You recognized him as Luke Hemmings, one of the boys who was also in your maths class and was Michael's best mate. "Luke," Michael grinned, patting the broad-shouldered boy on his shoulder, making you stiffle a giggle. Luke nodded at his mate, then noticed you standing behind him and pointed to you in confusion. "Who's she?" Michael turned to look at you, and his green eyes widened in panic. His eyes flickered toward the bag you had on you, and held his hand out, "Can you give me my homework now, nerd? I need it for my next class," His words caused you to grow confused, and you quirked your eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude. "Excuse me?" You didn't know why he just suddenly did that, and he even called you a nerd. The nerve of this guy, it got you annoyed but you liked him, so you choose to ignore the feeling of annoyance that welled up in you. You reached into your bag and retrieved the piece of paper, shoving it into his hand. He turned to face the blonde and smirked, "This is the nerd I was talking about, she's so reliable." Luke turned to you again and smiled, "You should do my homework for me next time then, if you wouldn't mind?" Michael wrapped an arm around Luke and pulled him away, but not before you heard the words, "Let's get out of here, I can't stand to breathe the same air as a nerd anyways." escape Michael's lips, causing your anger to replace the annoyance inside you.
