5SOS One Shots |bromances|

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A/N: My beautiful wonderful new co-owner @LiveLife_ShipCake wrote this as her submission to me and I'm posting it because it's fucking amazing and i love it so much! So if you see this DD I love you! xx
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Cashton
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Ashton has always been there.

The first memory Calum has of Ashton is way back in the second grade. The teacher introduced the odd looking student, who had unruly curly tresses of blond, and a weird machine in his ear. He looked a lil out of it, and moved his hands in such a way that made Calum entranced.

But as cute as he was, Calum wasn't nice. He had a severe anger issue, even at a young age, and it often prevented him from making friends.

So instead of befriending the new boy (who he later discovered, was Ashton) he bullied him.

In the third grade, at lunch, Ashton and his translator took a seat by Calum where the dark haired boy sat alone. Angrily.

"You don't sit here," Calum grumbled, momentarily forgetting that Ashton was deaf. But Ashton was trained to read lips.

"I know," Ashton replied happily, his 'deaf voice' making Calum flinch a bit. The happiness lacing the Older boys voice made Calum's whole being envy furiously.

But Calum shut up after that.

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In the fourth grade, Calum got after school detention for flipping off his teacher, and was more than surprised to see the dirty blond plop beside him. Why his heart started pounding, he couldn't tell you.

"What are you doing here, deaf?" Calum wonders, and Ashton stares straight ahead, that stupid smile he always wore stained on his lips. "Don't ignore me, deaf boy." Calum nudges him then, really starting to crave some attention. Ashton feels the nudge, and turns to face Calum. His toothy grin grows wider.

"Hi," Calum mutters.

"Hello, Calum. Look nice today," The dark haired nine year old tries his best to ignore the lil 'pitter patter' his heart does at the compliment.

"Yeah," he deadpans, trying to keep thoughts dark, as he always does. "Why're you in here anyway? Thought you were good." Ashton giggles then, and it's such a beautiful sound, Calum feels his breath catch in his throat, and he's wondering how he could feel this intense this young.

"I sit in the back of your class," Ashton squeaks, and his eyes are so bright you could be blinded by them. "So I knew you were getting detention. Didn't want you to be alone," he explains.

Calum is quiet after that.

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In the fifth grade, everyone is assigned an exit project in order to graduate to secondary School. You had to work in pairs, and the subject could be on anything, as long it was school appropriate.

"Sara, and tristan. Dylan, and Tyler. Belle, and emma. Luke, and Michael. And then...Ashton, and Calum." Calum pretends to look pissed off. When Ashton's translator signs who he's paired with, Ashton undoubtedly grinned. "Now get to work, you have two weeks on this!"

"So, what do you want to the project on, Calum?" Ashton asked him politely.

"I uh... I don't know. I like bands??" Calum struggled To keep his words mean.

"Me too! Who are some of your favorites?" Ashton exclaims, and Calum is confused because if you're death how are you supposed to hear music?? Ashton senses this. "I can feel the beat, the rhythm," he explains. "So I might not be able to hear it, but I always know it's green day by the certain tempo, or blink by the frequency" Calum stares at him amazed.