StrawberryGiggles

The phone started ringing in their hotel room, piercing the lazy silence that had settled minutes before. The four boys stared at eachother but didn’t move, waiting for the other to get to it. Michael was sat, shovelling a squelchy slice of cheese pizza into his mouth. Luke had his iPhone raised to his face and was sticking his tongue out to the camera.   (‘Attractive’, Michael quipped, getting the middle finger and a ‘fuck off cheese breath’ back from his blonde haired bandmate.) Ashton was slumped, legs spread, eyes boring into the TV. “Oi…” He managed, peeling himself away from Catfish to lo