Calum

I walked into my room and dumped my school bag on the floor, throwing my phone onto my bed. I pulled off my top and my jeans, leaving me in just my black underwear. I went to my wardrobe and grabbed a new shirt and leggings. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and read the message.

Calum: Next time you get dressed, you may want to close your curtains, you only want me seeing you like that ;)

My eyes widened as I looked at my window. I gasped as I saw Calum staring right at me with a smirk on his lips before he waved. I immediately covered my body, quickly grabbing my clothes and throwing them on. I grabbed my phone.

Y/N: Sorry! But don't stare at me!

I looked at him, seeing him chuckle at my message.

Calum: Why not? You're hot and my neighbour, I can't help but stare ;)

I rolled my eyes before turning back to the window and flipping him off. He laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender.

Calum: Oh, come on, Y/N, remember your manners ;)

Y/N: Stop sending me wink faces.

Calum: You know that you love it ;)

Y/N:...I hate you.

Luke

I sat on the porch, strumming gently at the guitar strings and singing.

"This ain't a movie that I wanna see, a tragic story, starring you and me." I sang gently. I didn't notice Luke slowly walking towards me.

"Yell cut, we're stuck inside this scene, this is heartache on the big screen." I gently strummed.

"That's my song." I raised my head to see Luke standing over me.

"The walls are thin." I smiled sheepishly. He chuckled as he came and sat next to me.

"You play guitar?" he asked.

"I have since I was little." I shrugged.

"How have I not known this before now?" he smiled.

"We've never really talked much." I chuckled.

"You want to change that?" he asked. I nodded and smiled at him. Luke and I talked about small nothings in life until it got dark. I started to shiver as the temperature dropped.

"You cold?" Luke asked.

"A little." I nodded. Luke shrugged before taking off his jacket and placing it over my shoulders.

"Luke, you don't have to-."

"I know I don't, but I want to." He smiled. I returned it before placing a kiss on his cheek.

"You're really sweet." I spoke as a blush formed over his cheeks.

"Thanks." He smiled. I looked at the time.

"It's late, I best be going in." I spoke as I stood up, Luke quickly doing the same.

"Yeah. Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

"If you want to." I smiled.

"See you then." He returned it, placing a kiss on my cheek and walking down the path.

"Wait, Luke, your jacket!" I yelled after him.

"Keep it, it looks better on you." He smiled, making me return it as he walked back to his house.

Michael

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat on my roof, looking over the other houses. I felt jealous of them, all of them being homes to peaceful families.

"Hey, neighbour." I quickly wiped my tears away as Michael sat down next to me.

"Hey." I muttered. He looked at me.

"What were they fighting about this time?" he sighed.

"They're getting a divorce." I mumbled.

"I thought that's what you wanted." He spoke.

"I did, but..."

"But what, Y/N?" I sighed.

"They both want full custody over me. I can't spend the week with one parent, then the weekend with the other, they're making me choose who I want to live with permanently." I admitted. Michael's eyes widened.

"Surely they can't do that." He spoke.

"They can, Mikey. And I have no idea who I want to live with." I muttered.

"Well, it's not set in stone, you might have a chance to change their minds-."

"The divorce is effective in two weeks. I have to decide by next Friday." I spoke.

"Oh, YN." He sighed, pulling me into his side as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I asked.

"Of course. I think you need someone to cuddle with right now." He spoke, standing up and pulling me up with him.

"Thanks, Mikey." I sighed as we headed for his bedroom window.

Ashton

I opened my eyes to hear a knocking at my window. My eyebrows furrowed as I went to it. I gasped as I saw Ashton on the other side. I quickly opened it and he rolled in.

"Ash, what the hell?" I scoffed as he closed the window.

"I went to a party, things got out of control, and I missed my curfew by about three hours." He sighed as he lay on my bed.

"This is the third time this week, Ash." I sighed.

"I know, that's why I'm spending the night here, with you, and then sneaking back into my room in the morning." He grinned.

"You're dead either way." I muttered.

"Yeah, but I would rather die after a good sleep and cuddle with my best friend, than tired and slightly drunk." He spoke, opening up his arms. I sighed before climbing under the covers next to him as he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair.

"Ash, I can't move." I sighed.

"You're my cuddle buddy, you're not meant to move." He spoke into my hair, making me chuckle at him.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Ash."