A/N: Well, well, well, it seems I'm never quite done with any of my stories... To celebrate over 100K reads, I've taken the liberty of writing a different ending because so many of you were displeased. I did enjoy the response though, some people just said wtf and others went as far as cussing me out. I'm not naming names but some comments were uncalled for even in the heat of the moment.

Thank you for 100k, its been quite the journey. The other day I was checking up on something and it turns out I first published this story over a year ago... W O W, where has the time gone? Anyway, lets get on with this ending.

"Hey Michael?" Calum asked, a few days after my extremely confusing dream. I'd been incredibly disoriented days that followed, completely incapable of looking at the boy without a ghost like feeling brushing across my lips, every time we made eye contact I'd get a rush like it was the first time we'd kissed all over again. Except we hadn't, not once, because Calum is straight.

"Yeah?" I reply, stuffing some more bread in my mouth as I mourned the loss of mine and Calum's dream life.

Attractive.

Thanks, I really try.

I'm sure Calum is impressed that you managed to fit half the loaf in your mouth.

Do me a favour? Shut the fuck up Michael.

"We need to talk." I nearly choked on my bread, Calum must know. There was no other reason for us to talk, I hadn't muttered a word about my dream to anyone but for all I knew Calum could read my mind, Calum could be an alien. Who really knows, he's got family from New Zealand after all.

"What about?" I asked, absolutely dreading Calum's response, half expecting the boy to go on an entire rant about his straightness and how me liking him was wrecking his total bro outlook on life. I attempted to play it cool of course, trying not to let Calum catch on to my sweat palms and nervous glances.

There really wasn't anything to get me out of this oncoming "talk," Ashton and Luke were out at some radio interview promoting our upcoming tour, Rock Out With Your Socks Out. Calum had made a joke about switching the S for a C a few times, I didn't think it was that funny considering I'd love to rock out with our co-

"Michael, are you listening to me?" Calum sighed when he noticed that I was blatantly in my very own world where Calum and I were together. By the look on our faces you could tell that we both knew I was far from paying to whatever he'd said.

I scoffed, "Fuck yeah."

The response left my mouth and I nearly winced at my poor word choice, fuck yeah? Really?

Calum grumbled something under his breath with an eye roll that was there for a fraction of a second. Calum sat down next to me on the couch, with a slightly louder exhale, he slid a little closer. A pause followed and he shifted even closer, close enough that his knee touched my thigh when he turned so he could face me fully.

"I said, I I want to talk to you about your dream." An unavoidable blush cascaded across my pale cheeks as my brain registered what he was saying. I hadn't told anyone about my dream, not even Luke. Not since I first woke up and asked Ashton for clarification. Ashton.

"Bastard." I hissed under my breath, hand going up to ruffle my hair irritably at the thought of Ashton and his loud mouth ways, sometimes they were hilarious but it was times like these that made me want to hide all of my secrets from him.

"What?"

"Nothing, just. Just remind me to punch someone in the dick when we're done talking." I mumbled, shaking my head at the thought of literally punching Ashton in the balls.

"You can't punch Ashton in the dick," Calum deadpanned rolling his eyes at my choice of words, he made it very clear in his tone that if Ashton ended up with any sort of injury that he'd be onto me.

You'd prefer if he was on you.

Michael, these thoughts aren't needed.

I'll save them for later then.

"Fine..." I grumbled after a long pause, already thinking about other ways I could get back at Ashton for telling Calum.

"Anyway, do you remember Prom?" He asked suddenly, clamping his hands together with a tight lipped smile.

"I think, I can't remember if it was real or not because it was in my dream." I scrunch my eyebrows, trying to root through my insanely muddled brain to find out the correct information.

Calum smiled and let out a small sniff as he reminisced, "You wore pyjamas because I'd literally pulled you out of bed and your mum had to pry the controller from your fingers."

"They were dark blue with spaceships on them, you wore some band shirt. Your hair was an absolute mess, far before you started dying it. But at the time, I'd never seen you look more attractive." I'd been looking down for the majority of his words because I'd looked like complete trash that night and I was embarrassed that he remembered, but as soon as attractive left his mouth I couldn't stop my head from snapping up in surprise.

Calum bit his lip, a smile soon gracing his lips when he saw the shock on my face. The corners of his eyes crinkled up as his smile intensified.

"Michael," he paused, looking around the room to buy himself more time. He examined me next, I probably still looked like the mess I was that night. I was wearing a hoodie that probably wasn't even mine, a pair of skinny jeans that I fell asleep in and hadn't bothered to change out of. My hair was faded to a dull orange and was looking a little flat after being under a hat for a while.

Calum scratched his neck, he looked tired, like he'd been able to get enough sleep for a while.

"I've liked you since fourth grade, Dickweed. And it's about fucking time you liked me back."