Sparks Ignited

When Angela and Carol first met they never anticipated meeting 5 Seconds of Summer, let alone living with them. Together the girls find friendship and romance under a roof of secrets. When friendships are tested and feelings exposed, can the girls remain friends through it all?

*co-authored with a user not on this site*


32. January 26th / Carol's POV


It’s the day after Calum’s birthday and we’re all pretty hung over. I came downstairs a little after one to grab me a water and some aspirin, for the pounding headache I had.

“Hey boo, care to join us?” I hear Angela call out to me from the living room. I walk out of the bathroom with my pills and peek into the large room.

“Hey guys. Dude, why do you have to yell? Can you not tell I‘m hung over? Why are you trying to kill me?” I ask Angela, swallowing down the medicine.

“It‘s not my fault you drank as much as you did last night.” she adds, with a wide smirk. I’m so tempted to strangle her at the moment.

“Come on. Quit it you two. You‘re making me miss the good parts.” Ash says to quiet us. I sigh but begin walking into the living room. I notice Luke is sprawled out on the sofa and contemplate doing the same on the window seat. But almost instantly he springs upward and he pats the seat where his head was only moments before. I smile in response and sit down only to notice the raised eyebrow on Angela’s face. Oh shut up, brat.

Lifting my legs up onto the sofa I curl into the arm of the couch. I fix my sock monkey hat and lean back into the sofa. My sock monkey hat is one of the things I always go to, to help get rid of my headaches. I’m not sure why but almost instantly it helps ease me of some of the pain in my head. As I stare at the screen in front of me I notice we’re watching one of the Marvel movies. It looks like the Captain America franchise.

Calum and Michael must still be tucked away in their rooms. I envied them. Only because they were still able to hide away in their rooms, not because of the massive headaches they’ll both have whenever they wake. Michael might even still be drunk and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least. I think he devoured an entire case of beer to himself.

I’d really like to just fall asleep in the window seat or the sofa, but I’ll fight to stay awake. The days keep slipping away and soon before our liking, we’ll be saying goodbye to the guys. So while we have the time we should try to spend as much time as possible with them. I look over at Ash and he’s glued to the television, staring intently at the action scene currently playing. Angela is doing the same but she sneaks glances at him occasionally. I wonder how she’s doing with her love triangle, things can’t be getting easier as the days slip away.

Finally, I sneak a glance at Luke only to see he’s already staring at me. I furrow my brows slightly but give him a small smile. He returns it and I watch his chest rise and fall slowly as he sighs. I watch as he takes his feet off the ottoman and lays himself on top of my side. His head rests on my hip while his feet lay raised on the other arm of the couch.

I swallow repeatedly, taking several small sips from my water. This headache was screwing with my head so badly that I could hurl. I inch slightly away from the arm and place the small pillow that Luke stole from the window seat to place here, up onto the arm below me. Laying my head on top of it I cross my arms and lay down my head. Instantly I feel so much better.

My phone goes off and I frown slightly knowing I’ll have to move again. Hesitantly, I reach over to the edge of the arm where I placed it. As I’m about to open my new message I hear Angela making small talk with Ash. It’s commercials so she knows she’ll have his attention. Luke adds in a few things when he can and when she notices his position has changed, I get a smirk. I give a small smile without looking away from my phone screen.

‘Hey care bear. You awake?’ from Mickey. Smiling even wider I reply back.

‘Barely. How’re you holding up?’ shuffling myself around to get more comfortable. I look over at Ash and Angela who’re still talking. She seems so careful around him now that she’s conflicted between the two. I wonder if Ashton notices anything different or if her acting skills are coming to good use.

My phone buzzes and the new message from Mickey slides across the screen.

‘Like shit. Feel like bringing me some aspirin?’ poor thing must be miserable. I smile and slide my phone to the side. I tap Luke on the shoulder to get his attention and start moving out from under him. He complies, sitting up and letting me up without a word.

I walk out getting a raised eyebrow from both Angela and Luke. Walking over toward the bathroom I grab a few pills before heading up the stairs. As I walk down the long hallway that leads to Mickey’s room, I try to ignore the tossing in my stomach and the pounding in my head. I start to knock on the door and then stop myself realizing it would be hell for him to hear. Opening the door I see his figure sprawled out lazily on his bed.

“Who the hel- hey.” he says with a sigh, turning to look at the door. I smile in response even though his greeting isn’t very warming.

“Do you have something to drink up here? Or should I get you a water?” I ask in a low voice. He mumbles something in his pillow and as I get closer to his side, he turns to look at me.

“What?” I ask, handing him the medicine. He takes it from me and not leaving his place says,

“I‘ve got something. Thanks care bear.” groggily. I give him a half smile and start to walk off so he can have some peace. I’m almost to the door at the edge of his bed when I hear him ask,

“Hey, you don‘t wanna stay and cuddle?” I turn to see him lift his head off the pillow. Instantly I feel the butterflies in my stomach. At least I hope those are butterflies and not a need for me to become fast friends with the toilet.

“I‘ll stay for a little but we‘re all kinda lingering downstairs.” I say, walking back over to the other side of his bed. When I crawl in and under the covers I feel my leg slide against his lower back and legs. It’s then that I realize he’s naked besides his boxer briefs. I feel embarrassed by my lack of clothes as well. With me being in only a baggy shirt and shorts, I feel as though I’m intruding. He shifts next to me and I watch him turn so that he’s facing me, his body lies on his side of the bed instead of in the middle of it.

“Guess that means I should join you?” he asks, laying his arm over my stomach. His fingers clutch my hip and I find myself holding in a wide smile.

“If you‘d like. I mean I think everyone would understand if you wanted to stay in bed.” I reply, scooting closer to him. I watch him smile in response and his arm slides over toward me, his hand rests against my side.

“Yes, but you‘re going to be down there. Aren’t you?” he asks, while his hand opens and closes onto my side. I nod in response afraid my words will fail me and he sighs saying,

“Then I need to be down there too.” with a small smile forming on his lips. I find myself smiling widely and turning my body toward him. He smells of sweat and alcohol the closer I get to him. I rest my hand on the side of his face, slightly covering his ear while I lean forward to kiss his forehead, not caring. He chuckles lightly in response as his hand lays onto my back.

It’s been a few hours since I ate and between the dinner that Angela made and the medicine, I’m feeling better. Still sluggish at times but a lot better. Michael and Cal came down not long after I brought Mickey his medicine. They’ve both been sluggish all day but at least they’re down here with us and not alone in their rooms. Mickey is obviously worse out of the two but Cal is enjoying the extra attention from Angela. I don’t think Michael has left the couch since he came down, except to use the bathroom and get him a drink or two.

“I want to dye my hair.” Mickey says, still glued to his seat next to me on the couch.

“Again?” I ask with a small giggle. He looks over at me saying,

“I‘ve known I wanted to do it since we came back from the holidays. Knew what color I wanted too. Wanna help me?” with a wide smile. I furrow my brows at him asking,

“You have the dye already?” incredulous. I hear a giggle from Ashton and then Cal joins in not long afterward.

“Michael always has the next color planned out like months prior to the next dying.” Ash says, staring over at us from his chair.

“Yupp. Sometimes he doesn‘t even wait for the hair stylist. He just goes straight in for it and there‘ll be nothing we can do to stop him.” Cal says, his voice sounding more Australian with every word. I smile in disbelief and shake my head at the lot of them.

“I feel so sorry for your hair stylists.” I say, stifling back laughter. The guys chuckle lightly at my comment and go back to watching their movie. Angela is looking through her pictures on her phone at the ones she took of Addi on her last visit. I’ll bet she’s wishing she was back there again instead of here.

“Do you wanna help or not, care bear?” Mickey asks with a chuckle slipping through every word. I nod in response and we head toward the bathroom.

We spend the next hour dying out his red hair with multiple boxes of this very bright blue. I’m actually really excited to see how it looks on him. Especially since he decided to cut his hair before we started and I’m already in love with it. If I didn’t think he was attractive before I certainly do now. We stare at one another in the mirror after the project is over and I have a stupid smile on my face.

“You like it then, care bear?” he asks, staring at me with a smirk. I hold back a squeal and simply nod excitedly in response.

“You look amazing Mickey. Like, honestly.” I say, with a wide smile. He chuckles at me and I can’t help but take notice that he still has blue dye all over his neck and forehead. Luckily I only managed to get a few blue specks on my face, most of it is on my hands.

I leave the bathroom so he can shower in peace and head to my seat, noticing my phone screen light up. There’s a new text message from Luke and he’s not the only one who tried to get a hold of me. Scrolling through I text back Angela who’s poking fun at Mickey and I, Cal who wants to know what the new color is and Luke wanting to know if I want to chill out in my room. As I look around pretty much everyone has cleared out of here and is more than likely in their rooms for the night. Checking the time confirms my theory, as it’s going on eleven.

Grabbing my things I head up the stairs and down the hallway to Luke’s room. He answers after a minute or two and with a smile on his face we head to my room.

“So what caused the sudden urge to want to hang out? Is there something you want to talk about?” I ask, immediately going to my stereo to play my music. I turn it up loud enough that our conversation won’t be heard but low enough that I can hear him without us screaming.

He shakes his head in response and sits on the edge of my bed.

“Not really. I just feel like I haven‘t seen you all day and since we‘re leaving in two days, I kinda want to hang out.” he says, looking up at me. I smile in response and plop down on my bed with my feet up on my pillows and my head where my feet would go. Luke follows suit and we’re staring at one another on the end of my bed.

“I didn‘t know you listened to them.” he says, listening to the music in the background. I threw on a disc I made in middle school. It has a mixture of things but mainly alternative and grunge style music. Right now the song playing is by a band called Puddle of Mudd. I used to listen to their songs just before falling asleep.

“I‘m kinda still in love with them.” I admit with a smile. He chuckles softly before saying,

“They used to be my favorite band in middle school, along with Nirvana.” he admits. I smile even wider saying,

“Same! Man what I wouldn‘t give for the music I had then and the moments of solitude I had with it.” he laughs at me for a moment and I chuckle along lightly with him.

“Nirvana has a lot of good tunes but I have to be in the right mind frame to hear them. Excluding a few tracks they kinda bum me out.” I say, recalling one of the last times I listened to them.

“I guess I could see that. They obviously don‘t have the same effect on me but everyone‘s different.” he says, still keeping eye contact with me.

“You know once I found out you and I had the same music taste, I kinda wished I had you back in middle school.” I sheepishly admit. At the moment I’m really letting him into my head and I’m hoping he won’t think I’m some kind of crazy fan.

“Had me? What do you mean?” he asks with a half smile. I chuckle lightly in response and say,

“As a friend. Like I wished I had lived out in Australia or you lived out here. Then we‘d cross paths and possibly hang out just listening to our music. I didn‘t have a lot of friends and the ones I did have only liked the songs on the radio. My music wasn‘t their music.” seriously. Luke looks at me and his expression softens as he reaches a hand out toward me. He lays it on my cheek and runs his thumb along it.

“Sorry. I kinda killed the mood didn‘t I?” I ask teasingly, letting out a small laugh. He only smiles in response and brushes his hand against my cheek before dropping it.

“Carol, there‘s something I gotta tell you.” he starts.

“It can‘t be half as bad as the mood killer I came in with. What‘s up?” I ask, turning my body toward him. He looks away and takes a deep breath before looking up at me again.

“I’m probably already too late but, I have feelings for you.” he says with a nervous expression on his face. I swallow and shake my head, already looking away from him and sitting up.

“No, no you don‘t.” I say, wondering why he thinks this joke is funny.

In my peripheral view I see him sit up and turn me to look at him.

“Hey, yeah I do. I thought with everything that you might have feelings for me too.” he says, trying to see my expression. I’m sorry now, what? I stare at him with wide eyes trying to figure out what he means by that. Just as I’m about to open my mouth, there’s a knock on the door.

Sighing, I slide off the bed and walk over toward the door opening it swiftly. Standing on the other side is Michael with his newly dyed and cut hair, showered and looking smoldering to my eyes.

“Hey care bear. Wondered where you disappeared to. Love the music.” he says with a chuckle. I smile lightly in response and mentally scold myself for not texting him that I’d be up here. He tilts his head and furrows his brows, I’m assuming in response to the expression on my face. Then he looks behind me and I turn to see that Luke has gotten up from the bed.

“Oh. Hey Luke, how‘s Arzaylea doing? You and her still getting coffee after the G‘day USA thing?” Mickey asks, his expression solemn. Arzaylea? They’re still talking after all this time? Now it makes sense why he’s always glued to his phone at times. But then why would he spring this on me now?

I turn around to look at him and he’s looking off to the side, shaking his head and clenching his jaw. His reaction says it all for me.

“Uhm, is there something you needed Mickey?” I ask, hoping to diffuse this bomb before it ignites. Michael looks over at me and clears his throat.

“I was kinda hoping we could talk?”he asks, his hands in his skinny jean pockets.

“Maybe later? I‘m kinda busy with Luke.” I admit. He stares at me in disbelief for a moment before nodding swiftly and walking off.

I close the door and turn to look at Luke. God, I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. I just know there’s a nice pit in my stomach and it keeps tightening everything inside. He looks over at me and I shake my head in response.

“Carol, I want to explain. At least give me that. This isn‘t how I wanted this to turn out.” he says, with one hand in his pocket and the other pulling on his bottom lip.

“Look, I really don‘t want to hear it. Alright? I just don‘t. Not tonight.” I say, walking over toward my music and turning it off. All these songs hold a nice memory for me and I don’t want that changed by this disappointing moment.

I turn to see he’s almost directly behind me and he has a hand outstretched toward me.

“Carol, I just -” he starts, but I don’t let him finish.

“Please, don‘t.” I can already feel the lump in my throat rising. God I thought I could trust him. I shake my head and point to the door. His hand drops slowly and swallowing, he walks out of my room with his head hung.

As soon as the door closes, I break. It’s one thing to keep a secret from me, it’s another to tell me you like me when you’re talking to someone else. Why did I let myself become so close to him? Why couldn’t I have let him keep his distance like I have with Ashton? Why? How do I face him tomorrow? How can I face him when he leaves?

My tears fall and with them come the sobs. I try to stifle them or to quiet them so no one else hears, but they just keep coming. I wish I had gone with Mickey when I had the chance.

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