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I know you're probably like, that's kind of a specific topic Caitlin, what does it mean? Okay so there's a show on TV called BattleBots where like teams of nerds build robots that basically try to beat the crap out of each other.
Also ik ik I should've written this yesterday, I didn't have time 😞 I'm going to try and get the Michael stalker pt2 out sometime in the next 24 hours
THIS IS THE FIFTH TO LAST CHAPTER! Time to start the countdown: 5️⃣
Calum:
"Wait wait wait, you lost me at 'robot'," your brother held out his hands and shook his head.
You sighed, "Calum which time? We've been talking about robots for like ten minutes?!" You really hoped that he wasn't about to say what you thought he was.
"The FIRST time," he groaned and rubbed his face. The two of you were getting ready to go to the workshop where your team was putting the finishing touches on your robot before the preliminary rounds. You had been explaining to Calum the basics on how it worked and what your strategy was. He had been trying to tie his shoes, but with only one hand. You had been hoping that he had been at least half paying attention, but apparently not.
"Calum the first word I said when I started talking was 'robot'," you crossed your arms. What a waste of ten minutes.
"Exactly, how am I supposed to listen to you and tie my shoes at the same time?" He chuckled, "I just figured you were talking to yourself."
"No. I was talking to you, or at least I thought I was," you raised an eyebrow and then shook any remaining snarkiness off.
"Whoops," Calum stuck out his tongue and you watched as he stopped listening to you and went back to trying to tie his shoe again.
"Would you quit it?" You leaned forward a little and then rocked back in restlessness, "If you want to go we should just go already."
Calum whined, "fiiiine," he pouted and brought his other hand over. He made irritatingly quick work of his shoelaces as soon as he used both hands to tie them.
"Why did I have to wait ten minutes for you to do a three second job again?" You hummed while he pulled his car keys from his pocket.
"It was an experiment Y/N, I thought you loved those," he said sassily while you yanked the front door open.
You did love a good experiment, but what you just endured was far from one, "that was an experiment huh? Well what was your hypothesis then?"
Calum paused for a moment and jerked his head back. He started at you with a mixture of confusion and disgust, "my what now?"
"Your hypothesis, all experiments have one," you crossed your arms and stuck out your hip.
"Oh right," Calum straightened himself out and cleared his throat, "my hypothesis was uh... quick question, what's a hypothesis? It's like a Pegasus right?"
As soon as he said that you laughed heartily, so much so that tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes. "No, no they're not," you leaned forward and put your hands on your knees to give yourself support while you finished out your laughing fit.
"Hmph, no need to laugh at me, I was just trying to answer your dumb question," Calum spun on his heel and lifted his head high. You let out any remaining giggles while watching him strut over to the car and then gracefully open the driver's side.
You were finally calming down and stumbling over to the passengers side when he turned the car on.
Calum frowned at you as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
"Awwww, Calllllllyyyy," you were going to say something rather patronizing, but your brother must have anticipated it as he reached down and turned the volume dial controlling the radio way up.
Harry Styles' voice nearly ruptured your eardrum, "JUST STOP YOUR CRYING IT'S A SIGN OF THE TIMES!"
"GOOD GOD MAN!" You winced and pressed both of your hands to your ears to try and muffle the damagingly loud music. You tried to reach down and lower the volume but Calum slapped your hand away. "HEY!" You complained, "I THINK YOU'RE GIVING ME PERMANENT HEARING LOSS!"
Calum didn't so much as spare you a glance, instead he continued on his way to Ashton's house where the other three boys were waiting.
"CALUM!" You screamed. No reaction. What did he want? Well, you had irritated him, maybe he wanted an apology-? "I'M SORRY THAT I LAUGHED AT YOU FOR THINKING THAT A SCIENTIFIC INQUIRY AND FLYING HORSE WERE SOMEHOW RELATED!" You yelled, hoping he could hear you over Harry Styles' new single.
Thankfully he must have, as he reached down and turned the volume back to a much more appropriate level, "apology accepted," he smirked. Clearly the little shit was proud of himself for pulling that stunt. You'd just have to show him later.
You didn't say anything snarky back, as Calum was pulling into Ashton's driveway. As soon as he parked, his three bandmates streamed out the door in a nice, straight, line. First Luke, who was marching like an old-fashioned soldier, then a giggly Michael, and finally Ashton, who had his eyes narrowed like he was irritated about something. You could relate.
Luke marched all of the way up to your door and then knocked.
"MADAM! I MUST POLITELY REQUEST THAT YOU RELOCATE TO THE BACKSEAT!" He said in a terrible French accent.
"NO!" You yelled back, manually locking your door.
Calum grinned and used the driver's side controls to unlock it again. Before you could react, Luke had pulled your door open and stood there looking at you politely, but forcefully.
"I insist that you let someone who needs the legroom occupy the passengers seat," he continued, still using the same accent.
"Really Luke? You watched the cartoon Beauty and the Beast and now you're talking like a candlestick?" Michael scoffed while climbing in the back.
"Hey!" Luke slipped back to his Australian accent, "I thought it was pretty good."
"You sounded like someone shoved a croissant up your ass," Ashton grumbled, getting in the other backseat.
Luke's jaw dropped and he gaped at an unsympathetic Ashton for a few moments, "that's meaaaaaaan. Calum! Ashton's being mean to me!"
"I would be too if I had to listen to that accent for long enough," Calum shrugged.
Ashton smirked a little at this before pressing his shoulders back into the seat and then glancing out the window like any angsty teenager.
"Wow," Luke sniffled, "and I thought I meant something to you."
Your brother teasingly rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately at Luke, "you do Lukester, but that accent made me want to drink bleach."
Michael giggled in the back and Luke whipped around to glare at him, "something you want to say Clifford?"
Michael grinned, "no, I think Ashton and Calum just about spelled it all out."
While Luke was busy arguing, you tried to grab the door again so you could pull it shut. Unfortunately, the blonde caught you quickly, and put an end to that plan by standing in the way.
"Why are you still in my seat anyway?" He mumbled, leaning forward into the car.
You got a mouthful of his hair while he bent over you to unlock your seatbelt.
You spit it out and recoiled, "AUGH! It smells good but it tastes bad!"
"Tell me about it," Calum agreed, watching as Luke pulled the seatbelt from your shoulder.
You knew better than to fight Luke, who was much taller and stronger than you, so you just went limp instead. The boy was forced to do all of the work as he reached in and grabbed you by putting each of his hand under your armpits. He easily pulled you out, and then held you up with one arm while opening the backseat door with the other.
"Here," he handed you to a disgruntled Ashton, who silently pulled you across his lap and into the middle seat.
While Luke hopped in up front and closed the door, Ashton grabbed your seatbelt and handed it to Michael, who buckled you in on the other side.
"Is everyone ready?" Calum asked peppily while putting the car back into reverse.
"Yes!" Luke grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you through the rear view.
"Mhmmm," Michael was rather distracted.
"I guess," you were still upset about your seat change.
Ashton just exhaled loudly.
Calum must have taken your collective answers as a resounding yes as he exited Ashton's driveway and began to drive to the workshop your team was located at.
"So Y/N, what kind of killer robot overlord are you building these days?" Ashton asked, putting his chin on one of his palms, leaning his elbow against the narrow windowsill.
You perked up a little at the question, "well we call it Eradicator, and basically it has this big wedge on the bottom that pulls the opposing robot up, and then there's an interchange part on the top that can either be a battle axe, or giant hammer. We try and get as close as possible and then smash them to death," you said, rather darkly.
"Whoa," Luke turned a little in his seat and stared at you, "I thought this was some cutesy thing where there's like a little robot parade and maybe some fireworks or something."
You snorted, "that'd be so lame Luke."
"Yeah Luke," Michael jumped in, "plus I think killer robots sound awesome!"
"Of course you do," Ashton shook his head, "I couldn't imagine a Michael Clifford that didn't want to see two robots fight to the death."
"Hey," Michael shrugged his shoulders, "I am a simple man, I like my pizza hot, and my robots homicidal."
"Now that's what I'm talking about," you held up a hand and Michael enthusiastically gave you a high-five.
"It's only fun until they take over and then they use their battle axes on you," Calum gripped the wheel tighter.
"Well the good news about Eradicator is that it runs on batteries, so you'd only have to outrun it's limited battery life and then you'd be perfectly safe," you reassured Calum. Despite your words, he still looked rather skeptical.
"The robot revolution isn't upon us yet buddy," Michael smiled lazily, leaning back and tucking his arms behind his head.
"What color is it?" Luke popped his head back and looked at you curiously.
"Well it's mostly just metal colored, so shiny grey, we didn't really paint the armor," you shrugged. Everyone had been too busy building it to start working on decorating it yet.
Luke recoiled back and crinkled his nose in disgust, "what? It's plain? That won't do!"
"Well what color should it be?" You huffed, leaning forward a little to get in his face.
Luke narrowed his eyes at you and inched even closer, so much so that your noses were almost touching. He maintained eye contact with you as he spoke, "red."
"Red?" Ashton asked, looking up from his phone.
"Red," Luke repeated, finally moving away from you.
"Like cherry red? Or blood red? Or more of a maroon?" Michael asked, shutting his eyes so he could visualize it.
"I'd say blood red, really strike fear into the hearts of the other team," he smiled impishly.
"Robots don't bleed though?" Calum pointed out.
"Fine, what color do you want?" Luke pouted, retracting himself completely back into his own seat.
"Green and yellow? It's mostly every girls favorite color," your brother suggested with a smile.
"Oh no," Ashton groaned at the reference.
"Please stop," Michael agreed.
"I'm funny," Calum pouted while he drove.
"Chances are, if you have to tell us you're funny, then you're not actually funny," Michael rolled his eyes.
"Oh be quiet you."
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