Calum finally decided that he would start to dress like himself. The weather was right for him to wear his dresses, but he doubted other people would be as supporting as Ashton. He doubted that many people would support what he was wearing today.

Calum had promised Ashton he'd meet him at the coffee shop, but he was already running late. Not that Ashton probably minded because he was more than likely flirting with Michael at the counter. They were inseparable and they've only known each other for a couple of months. Calum envied their relationship. He'd liked someone before, but they ran as soon as they found out his secret. It was a while ago and Calum's silently hoping people are more excepting of his style.

Calum pushed the coffee shop's door open, the bell dinging as he walked through. He let his eyes scan the area until he came across Ashton who was sat with Michael and unfortunately, Luke. He groaned and turned to leave. Hoping that no one had seen him. That he could go home and text Ashton that he couldn't make it, but obviously his best friend had to notice him and wave him over to their table.

He walked over to the small table, smiling as Ashton pulled out his chair. "Thanks," Calum replied and Ashton nodded in response. The table went quiet and it was obvious the other two at the table wanted to say something, but they didn't quite know how to. Calum knew this was a bad idea.

"You look really pretty today," Michael Spoke and Ashton nodded in agreement. "He always does," Ashton continued. Calum's blushed as he looked down at his fingers, bashfully. "Thanks guys," He smiled. "You know Ashton actually told us you were 'letting your true self out today' and that he would beat us up if we said anything to make you cry. I thought he meant that you weren't human," Michael laughed and Calum narrowed his eyes at his best friend. "Stop being so over dramatic, Ashton. It's an outfit not some kind of transformation," Calum whined.

Although Michael had accepted him with open arms, there was still one person who hadn't spoken at all since Calum had sat down. He could feel Luke's eyes practically burning holes into him and it was obvious Ashton and Michael could feel the tension because he muttered something about getting Calum his usual drink then pulling Michael with him. Apparently he's the magic coffee barista or some other bullshit that his best friend had babbled out before removing himself from the situation.

"Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to stare?"

"No, but she taught me to make sure my prey knows I want them,"

Calum turned his head, his eyes meeting Luke's light pink ones. "Long time no see, Incubi," Luke smirked in return. "Oh, but you saw me last night, princess," He replied. Calum bit his lip, his mind going back to the memories of his dream. "You really are a perv," Luke nodded his head in response. "I can't deny that. It's just part of my species,"

They both went silent and Luke continued to stare at Calum until the younger boy narrowed his eyes. "Why do you keep staring at me?" He practically hissed. "I'm just trying to guess if you have pretty panties to match your outfit," Luke replied, nonchalantly. "Luke!" Calum whined, blushing furiously. "You can't just ask shit like that,"

"Your heart skipped. Does that mean you are?" Luke asked, the side of his mouth turning up into a smirk. "Jesus Christ, Michael is literally a few metres away. He can hear us!"

"Who do you think does your laundry?" Michael yelled over and Calum's cheek's went even darker if that was possible. "Are you?" Luke questioned again and his eyes flashed darker pink. "Yes," Calum grumbled, bringing his hands to his face.

"Colour?"

"The same as your fucking eyes, Luke,"