"You do realize that this isn't Olympus, right?"

"Obviously."
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At the end of the period, Michael pinches the bridge of his nose as he slams against the exit doors, the bright sunlight beaming against his face.

He meets his friends in the courtyard between the Theater and Visual Arts buildings.

"How'd it go?" Ash calls. He's sitting, elbows on his knees on a bench.

"Oh, just fucking peachy," Michael exclaims, falling into the seat beside him. "So fucking great that my fucking dipshit of a counselor told me there's no other fucking elective at the fucking time I've got to fucking draw."

It was the beginning of the term, and he'd asked Luke to sign 'em all up for an elective.

Luke signed the boys up for the first thing he saw: Figure Drawing for Beginners.

But, Luke didn't know that meant like, naked figures.

Like, naked dudes.

That they also had to draw.

And Michael couldn't draw for shit.

So, he did what he thought was best, and he tried to drop that fucking shit class because he wanted an easy A and did not want to have to draw some dude's hairy balls.

Calum snorts. "That good, huh?"

"What happens if you drop?" Ash asks, scratching his head beneath his grey bandana.

"I'd have to take fucking two art blocks next semester or else I don't graduate on time."

"Shit."

Ash claps him on the back. "Sounds like we're gonna draw, huh?"

"Fuck-"

"So where're we eating?" Luke asks. He's been waiting with Ash and Cal for the past half hour for Mikey and he's starving. "I'm like, so hungry I could cry."

"Shut the fuck up, Luke," Michael growls.

"Whoa, whoa," Calum says as Luke's face drops. He reaches out and strokes Luke's hair. "Why you gotta be so rude?"

"Yeah," Ashton adds. "Luke's just a little boy, mate. He's never done anything to hurt you."

"Don't be a dick to this little baby-feel how soft his hair is."

"You guys-you guys are awful."

"Fuck," Michael pauses. "M'sorry, mate," he sighs. "I'm just-just, fuck that class! I don't wanna draw!"

"Yeah, but so what?" Ash asks. "It's not like you've got to go at it alone. We need to get those drawing things, too..."

Calum laughs, "Drawing things? You mean sketchbooks, mate?"

"Can we go eat?" Luke sighs. "Please?"

"Fine," Michael exclaims. "Let's get this baby some food. Shit, Luke. Is everything always about you?"

And Ashton and Calum laugh with Michael because this is the first time he's really laughing today.

Luke follows behind them and shakes his head.

"I hate this stupid band."

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