"Fuck off Hemmings." Michael yelled, elbowing the blonde in the ribs.

"I swear, Michae-Dammit!" Like screeched, dropping the controller and getting up. "I'm never playing FIFA against you ever again." He vowed as he stormed out of the room.

Calum looked at Michael in awe. The latter smirked, "What's my reward again? I kicked his ass like you wanted me to," he said.

"It was a bet," Calum groaned. "But you won so I have to be your number one fan for a week," he kind of rolled his eyes at that. Of all the things Michael could have done, he wanted Calum to be his fan.

"O-M-G! Michael, gosh, spare me! Ugh, the feels. Fuckin' damn! He looked my way!" Calum squealed jokingly, getting onto his knees and pretending to kiss at Michael's feet.

To which the red haired boy frowned, "I said number one fan not crazed teenage girl."

Ignoring him, Calum continued to scream. "JUST MARRY ME ALREADY."

Michael burst into a fit of laughter, "Um, no."

"Fine, but just like, have my babbbbieess." Calum pleaded, following Michael into the other room at the boy attempted to flee.

Maybe making Calum bis fan was a bad idea.

A/N: I used to hang out at the skate park in town with my friends when I was younger (we didn't skate or anything, we just went to hang out with her boyfriend) and there were tall boys there (probably high school kids now that I think about it, I was in like seventh grade idk) Anyway, so this one guy lands a trick and his friend skates past him and in a squeaky voice he's like "HAVE MY BABBBBIEESS." And idk I just feel like that was peak friendship goals between guys.