Cal-Pal: He won't stop fucking playing wrapped around your finger

As I was typing out my reply, Calum sent a black screen video. I pressed play.

"...had me wrapped around your finger, I'm wrapped around your finger, I'm wrapped around your fuckin' finger I'm still wrapped around your finger," Michael sang. His voice was so thick with emotion and it broke my heart.

Cal-Pal: he never sings like this Mae what the hell did you do to him??

Mae: don't remind me

I tossed my phone aside as someone knocked softly on my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, tugging on my hoodie. My mom cracked my door open, grinning at me.

"How are you?"

"Fine," I lied, pulling my sleeves down to cover my hands.

"Dinner will be done in five," she said, giving me a look. "Oh, and there's someone here for you."

"Who?" I asked curiously, climbing off of my bed and following her out of the room.

"Light curly brown hair, quite a handsome gentleman," she mused and my suspicions rose.

I trotted down the stairs, thinking there was no way in hell he could be here. But as I planted my feet at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the back of the head of the man, I knew I was right.

"Ash?" I squeaked out, suddenly feeling way too insecure in my tye-dye hoodie and plain white pajama shorts. He whipped around, a huge smile on his face.

"Mae!" He yelped, running for me. He engulfed me in his long arms as I stood there in complete shock as to what exactly just happened.

"Is Ashton Irwin really standing in my living room right now?"

"Maybe," Ash laughed, hugging me tightly.

"Ashton Irwin?" My mom questioned, popping back into the living room. "As in one of those boys from that band you love so much?"

My face got super hot and I frowned at her. "Seriously mom?"

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"So how did you even get here?"

Ashton and I were sitting in my room, he was at my desk spinning around in circles in my swivel chair while I sat on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr for the first time in a while. After a long and excruciating dinner with my mom (which she managed to embarrass me a good 8 times), Ash and I bailed and hid in my room. We've been sitting around talking about random things and listening to Twenty One Pilots with mud masks on our faces. I heard the shuttle sound of a camera and I chucked a pillow at him.

"That's so going on Twitter," he giggled. I groaned.

"Dude why?" I frowned at him. He giggled again.

"Do you remember when Calum asked for your address so we could send you presents for your birthday?" He asked, still spinning around. I hummed.

"Yeah! Is this some kind of early birthday present?" I looked at him wide eyed. Ash snorted.

"I guess you could see it like that. I don't know, I just wanted to talk to you about... things. Face to face."

I sighed. "I have a feeling I'm going to have this conversation with all four of you eventually."

"Probably. We care about Michael, Mae. He's hurt, and it kills all of us to see our brother go through this."

"I know," I said sheepishly, poking at my face mask. "I suck."

"Well," he said loudly. "You are what you eat."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Erm, you got that phrase completely wrong, Ash."

"No," he objected. "Wait, what?"

"If I called you a pussy, you'd say 'oh you are what you eat'," I shook my head, chuckling. Ashton rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he waved his hand in dismissal. "Can we wash these things off our faces?"

"Yeah yeah," I mumbled, hoping off of my bed and heading towards the bathroom with Ash on my trail. I stared at myself in the mirror while he turned the water on, grabbing wash clothes from underneath the sink.

I examined my messy bun hair, noting that I seriously needed a haircut. Even under the mask I could see how sunken in my eyes looked from lack of sleep. I sighed as Ashton's phone was shoved in my face and I was greeted by the open front camera. Ash scooted close to me, him being a whole head taller than me. I narrowed my eyes at him as he put up bunny ears behind my head and made a weird face and snapped the picture. I punched his arm.

"Hey! No hitting!" He complained, but laughed.

"Stop taking pictures of me then," I said simply, dunking my head in the water and washing my face off.

"Never," he laughed menacingly, tossing a towel at me. It landed on my head and I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes.

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(a/n)

what even is this i have no idea don't ask questions just go with it

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