A/N: So I can't seem to find the comment that would give me the username for this artist so if it's you or a friend please let me know so I can credit properly. Anyway, amazing watercolour.

Omg what a slut

Daaamn Calum

She! Posted! A! Picture! Of! Him! Without! His! Consent!

Woah, I didn't expect this kind of drama when I started watching football

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Dude, wtf? When did Calum get a girlfriend?

Calum chuckled, glancing over the thousands of comments on that one picture. He was pretty sure this one has the most likes out of all of them.

"Ugh, I can't believe someone would do something like this." Michael spoke up in an over the top shrill voice, happily looking over Cal's shoulder to see what was on the screen.

"Time to delete?" Calum mumbled, looking at Michael for the answer. The lad checked the time, two and a half hours since he'd posted it. He nodded in answer and Calum took it down.

"It was a lovely picture by the way, I'd love to see more of your . . . art." Calum smiled cheekily, dropping the phone into his lap and leaning back until he was mostly supported by Michael.

Michael giggled, "I think that can be arranged."

Both of them wore matching smirks as their lips closed in on one another.

"Send me the picture so I can start the side hoe account." Michael snickered, grabbing his phone off the bedside table and unlocking it.

"Side hoe?" Calum repeated. "Who's my main hoe?"

"Well me of course, I've got enough sass to fill another skin suit. Plus if I'm two people then I get twice the amount of sex out of you." Michael smirked, face dimly lit by his phone.

"Hey, whatever you want. I am at your disposal." Calum replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively with a laugh.

"Ew, maybe not." Michael giggled, turning away from Calum as he reposted the photo onto the new instagram account he cleverly named MCalumHood, well not exactly that clever.

He'd have to collect a couple more photos before anyone would believe he was the real MC.

"We'll start on it tomorrow," Calum whispered decidedly, resting his chin on Michael's exposed shoulder and wrapping his lean arms the pale boy to bring him closer.

Michael nodded somewhat sleepily, putting his phone back on the nightstand before turning into Calum's embrace.

"Hey, Michael." Calum whispered into the dark.

"Yeah Cal?"

"Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?" Calum paused, waiting for Michael's reply. He bit his lip, even though the fact that Michael was in his arms should have been enough to stifle the doubt building in him.

Michael let out a soft snore.

Calum chuckled, pulling the sleeping boy even closer. "I'll take that as a yes."

-

"Hey." Calum muttered, shaking Michael's shoulder. "Get up."

"Nah."

"What do you mean 'nah'? I wasn't asking you if you wanted to get up. Here, I'll rephrase it for you, get the fuck up." Calum snapped jokingly, attempting to pull the covers off Michael.

"Cal, I love it when you curse with that dirty mouth of yours." Michael mumbled into his pillow.

Calum blushed, he realised that Michael was probably too asleep to notice that he wasn't dreaming.

"Babe," Calum chuckled. "You're not dreaming."

"'Mm, swear at me some more Papi." Michael mumbled, turning to Calum unable to supress his laughter any longer.

"Don't call me Papi, please." Calum laughed, shoving Michael away from him teasingly.

"Why do I need to get up?"

"We're going on a date." Calum stated, getting off the bed and adjusting the flannel shirt he wore so it sat right on his shoulders once more.

"And when did I agree to this date?" Michael asked rather smugly, taking in Calum's appearance. He wore black skinny jeans, a pair of beat up converse along with a Sublime shirt he wore the day before and a newly added blue plaid flannel over top.

Calum smiled, "I asked and you snored in reply, it was a pretty heart warming moment."

"I'm glad we could both be there." Michael chuckled, getting out of bed to fix the flannel's collar.

"I'm also glad we can both be here to witness you wearing my clothes and looking hot as hell."

Calum grinned, "Why don't you wear my sweater so we can both look hot as hell? Or in your case, cuddly as fuck."

Michael pulled on a pair of matching black skinnies and pulled on Calum's sweater, which was a hoodie with two tones of grey.

"I take my compliment back, you look homeless." Calum joked, to which Michael whined in reply.

The pale boy grabbed a snapback off the floor and threw the hood up over it once it was on his head. Of course Michael didn't actually look homeless, he looked more like a kitten wrapped up in a blanket. Michael was slightly more lean than Calum so the sweater hung off Michael's frame and made him look even tinier.

Calum smiled at the boy, "Ready for our date?"

Michael looked down at himself like he'd just realized what he was wearing was more for a lazy day than a date. He opened his mouth and was yanked out of the bedroom before he could suggest changing.

"If anyone thinks you're under dressed then I will surgically remove their eyeballs because I think you're the closest thing to an angel on this planet and if they can't see it then they don't deserve to see at all." Calum rambled, looking up to the ceiling as they walked through Michael's living room so the boy wouldn't be embarrassed by the state of it.

Calum bumped into a wall at one point, but they both made it to his apartment door in one piece.

"Where are we going on this date anyway?" Michael asked, locking the door while Calum tried to tug him down the hall by their linked fingers.

"Well," Calum said with a pause, as if he didn't quite know what they'd be doing on this date. He wasn't sure how to get to where he wanted to go, considering they were in America and not in the UK. He wouldn't ask Michael though, because he really wanted to seem like he knew where to go and had planned the date out perfectly. "We're going on an adventure."