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   It was a few days later and Michael was listening to Ashton blabber on while waiting for Calum to come back from the bathroom.

   "And then he was like 'What the fuck, Ashton?' and started crying and calling his mum. It was horrible but hilarious at the same time because the fùcker deserved all of that. He's such an ugly crier."

    Michael laughed slightly at the story being told to him. Calum groaned in the background, "Ashton, you're boring my friend with your story."

    The curly haired boy that Michael knows as Ashton fake gasped and pounced onto Calum, attacking him with tickles until he couldn't breathe any longer.

    Michael was envious, he wanted to be able to tickle Calum until he couldn't breathe anymore. He guessed watching it happen was the next best thing so he took in all the giggles and the crinkly eyes until it was over.

    "Go play Call of Duty or something," Calum shooed his friend away and sat in front of his laptop again. Calum's bedroom door closed, signalling Ashton's departure.

    "Hello there," Michael smiled, pushing his red fringe more out of his face. Calum waved shyly. No matter how many times the boys would Skype, Calum is still just a shy butterfly.

    "Sorry about Ashton."

    Michael waved in dismissal, shaking his head. "How is he okay with you talking to me though?" he raised his left eyebrow.

    "I told him you're a family friend."

    Michael tsked and laughed, looking at his papers that scattered his desk. He was never the most organised person and that became frustrating at times.

    Spongebob was playing in Michael's apartment and Calum could hear it all, he could even point out the name of the episode.

    "So, baby, what's news?" Michael slipped on his glasses that made him look responsible. Yeah right.

    "I forgave Luke. I mean, I hate holding grudges," Calum played with the end of his sleeve, watching the older man scribble down onto paper. He was working and Calum knew it.

    Michael hummed in response. "Are you thinking about at least being friends with the boy?" he questioned, biting the end of his pen.

    Calum shrugged his shoulders but then realised that the red head was looking at his work so he muttered out, "I don't know. Maybe."

    Michael nodded and Calum saw because he had nothing else occupying his time other than the man in the video call. He brought his lower lip between his teeth, debating whether it's appropriate to ask the question he wants to.

    "What's on your mind?" Michael asked, the silence making him uncomfortable. Calum sighed as he ruffled his hair a bit. "When can we actually meet each other?"

    The older man's eyes widened a bit and he swallowed a forming lump in his throat. His stomach boiled up and he looked at the teenager in his computer screen.

    "Whenever you want, baby," Mikey answered, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "I want you for Christmas," Calum laughed, shaking his head at himself.

    "Tell me where you live and you will get it," Michael chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Calum squirmed around in place, fiddling with his hands.

   "Should I tell you the city now and then the other details over messages or just all over messages?" Calum couldn't hold back his grin any longer and his cheeks started to hurt.

    "Which ever way you want," Michael shrugged, excitement filling his veins. There is a possible chance that the two boys lived in the same city. That would be amazing to the pair.

    The Kiwi took a deep breath, Michael crossing his fingers out of screen's view.

    "I live in Sydney."

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a/n: haiiii I know I ended on a cliffhanger but that's bc I'm just evil like that >:)

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