Counselor (malum)

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dedicated to the sweg person who actually wants to read this.

IF ANYONE CAN WRITE BOOTY FRCKLE FRACKLE, INBOX ME BC I CAN'T WRITE SMUT TO SAVE MY LIFE.

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"I HAVE A MOTHERFUCKING JOB," Michael shouts, prancing around the kitchen (which was really just a mini fridge and cereal) of his one room apartment. "I, Michael Clifford, have a job. Oh my god!" He's squealing now and he's 110% sure that his neighbours are so done with him. He looks at the letter again.

Dear Mr.Clifford,

You have been excepted into the summer program for Camp Happy. You will be expected to live on site for at least 3 months. You will be paid at the end of the summer.

We look forward to having you here,

Gretchen Erving.

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"Michael," Ashton, only Michael's best friend ever, groans, "you are going to die! You will not survive at this camp! You'll have to go outside everyday, they don't have a game system, you only eat after everyone else, and kids- kids, Michael! Children!"

"I don't know what you're talking about I'm fabulous with children." Michael retorts, chewing on a slice of pizza, thinking about the money (which will most likely be spent on petrol for the trip) and what he'll do with it. "You're just mad because Luke and Paris are back together." He adds, thinking about last summer and how Ashton called every day to complain about the pair either being too cute to handle or screwing during every break in every supply closet available.

"Well, yeah of course, but there's this girl and she's really hot. Her name's Caral and- you're not listening." Ashton stops talking, looking at the unnaturally red head he- for some unknown reason -called his friend.

"Duh 'M not listening. I can't handle your straight person problems." Michael snorts, laughing loudly when Ashton argues that he's bisexual. "Sure you are, mate." Michael says sarcastically.

The pair spends the rest of the night packing for next week and arguing over who'll drive (Ashton obviously lost because Michael was more stubborn than a two year old).

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Meanwhile, a half hour away in Sydney, a similar argument was taking place.

"Please Calum? Please?" Luke, yes the Luke mentioned earlier, begs, actually getting down on his knees. "We just need a ride up, she'll pay for the petrol, please?" Luke was currently trying to convince his so called bestest friend in the entire universe to just give him and his girlfriend one little ride to camp.

Calum, obviously, was resisting. Not wanting to spend 4 hours in a car with the two idiots. And could you blame him? Last year the pair spent half the time giggling in the back seat and the other half of the time making out, in front of Calum. "Mate, unless you can control your penis, the answer is a no."

"Please Calum?" Paris asks, finally returning from Luke's (brother's) car.

"No- Luke stop it- don't look at me like that- fuck you win, just stop pouting!" Calum caves, letting Luke and Paris wrap him in a tight hug.

"I hate both of you." Calum groans, getting out of their grasp. "Don't you guys have to pack or something?" Calum mumbles, busying himself with anything but the dorks in his house.

"Already done." Luke says in such a chirpy tone that Calum wants to slap him (even though Paris wouldn't hesitate to kill him).

"Oh my god, Calum, why do you own this?" Paris snorts, holding up the Twilight movie he'd gotten a few years back as a joke. Calum watches the her put the disk into the DVD player under his TV.

"Paris, you are pure evil." Calum tells the blue haired girl with an eye roll before joining them both on the couch to watch the movie.

"I love you too, Caly Bear." Paris responds, placing a loud kiss on his cheek.

"I love you more, Par Bear." Calum jokes, watching the opening scene

"You're both gross." Luke chimes in.

"We love you too, Lukey Bear." They say in sync before finally focusing on the movie. (And sure Calum had to leave half way through because his 'friends' started making out again, but who cares right?)

that was almost acceptable.