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Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well! 

“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best. 

“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him. 

“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-” 

“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good. 

“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest. 

“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew. 

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that. 

“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.” 

“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.” 

Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what? 

You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully. 

“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”

At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way! 

“So, what do yeh think, buddy?” 

“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart. 

“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?” 

“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside. 

How could you have been so stupid? 


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Part One: K turns up on your doorstep after 7 months!

I’ve known Kells since I could remember. His mom left when he was young and he was brought up by his dad who was a close friend of my parents. This meant we were around each other A LOT! We were joined at the hip for the most part of our lives. We endured high school together, went to our first party together, I was there for him throughout his drug addictions, he was there for me when I was battling depression, I was there when Casie was born, damn I even think he was my first kiss… but we were never into each other like that. He was more like an older, protective brother or a best friend to me. Don’t get me wrong though, it wasn’t always fun and games; we definitely had our moments. There has been broken noses, black eyes and some very harsh words thrown about, but at the end of it we’re each other’s rock.

I hadn’t seen him for almost 7 months now, he’s been busy on tour and releasing new music. He said we’d keep in touch once he left, but we had nothing more than a few texts and phone calls. Even when he came back to CLE for a home town show, he didn’t stop by and it was just my luck the show was sold out before I could get tickets! I heard his new single “Bad Things” on the radio a few nights ago and the first thing I did was pick up the phone to him, but he didn’t answer. I understand, he’s busy, and things are different now.

My doorbell rang at 3:45am this morning and it made me jump awake out of my sleep. Why is my doorbell ringing at this time in the morning?! Who the hell is it?! I had no idea who it could have been so I stumbled to my bedroom window which overlooked the front yard. Nope, couldn’t see anyone so I went back to bed. Not even two minutes later, the doorbell rings again and then again, so I thought I’d better go see who it was. I stumbled down the stairs in nothing but a long black t-shirt with a purple cannabis leaf on the front, it used to belong to Kells but had somehow managed to get mixed up into my wardrobe.

“I swear to god (Y/S/N), if this is you drunk and lost your house key again, I’m going to kill you! Honestly, how many keys do I need to get cut for you to just lose them?” I shouted whilst I fumbled trying to find the front door keys. I unlocked the door and saw a tall man standing with his back to me, he was wearing black converse, long basketball shorts and a colorful t-shirt.

He turned around when he heard the door opening with the biggest smile on his face, that’s when I realized it wasn’t a colorful shirt at all. I recognized every single one of those tattoos!

“Guess who?” he laughed.
My eyes widened and I ran to jump into his arms. “Kells, what the fuck! What are you doing here?!” I was so overwhelmed, I could have cried. We just stood for a few minutes in each other’s embrace.

“I’m home man! Tour’s over… I’m all yours!”

“This is insane! Yo, do you know what time it is though?!” I playfully punched him in the arm.

“Yo, do you know that’s my shirt though?!” he punched my arm back. “You gonna leave me standing on your doorstep at 4am or you gonna let me inside? I’m hungry!”

We both went inside and the first thing he did was go straight to the kitchen. He began rummaging through the fridge and the cupboards.

“How’s things been back here? You look good!” still searching for munchies in my kitchen cupboards, he peered over his shoulder, looked me up and down, then winked at me.

“Thankyou” I chuckled, quickly realizing I was still only wearing a t-shirt! “It’s been good, well it’s been okay, just boring y’know?”

“I’ve kinda missed boring! Everything has just been crazy these past few months!” he hopped up onto the kitchen top with a huge bowl of cereal and patted the side next to him signaling for me to join him.

“I guess it can be a bit much, but look at you! You’ve worked so hard to get here. I heard you on the radio! What the hell, I’m so proud of you.”

“I know! I got your call and message, I was a bit busy…” He winked at me again and I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what his version of “busy” meant.

“I’m glad to be back though, I need a rest! I missed Casie, I missed Cleveland, and I missed you (Y/N)!” he looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile, but he almost looked like he had sadness in his eyes.

I scoffed.

“What?!” he pulled a confused face.

“You missed me?” I asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Well yeah, you’re part of the reason I’m back. Ain’t nobody else’s doorstep I’m gonna turn up on at 3:45am right?!” he pulled out a bag of weed and handed me all his rolling stuff to roll up a spliff.

I took them from him and began rolling. “Missed me so much you answered my calls every day?” I didn’t want to catch eye contact with him whilst I called him out, so I continued to roll. “Replied back to my texts at least on the same day? Came to visit when you did your hometown show?”

He looked straight at me, I could feel him glaring at me as soon as I started giving him attitude. “I ain’t arguing’ with ya, I’m here now. Surely that’s what counts? I’ve been busy…”

“Yeah…”busy” right…?” I said, air quoting “busy” and winking at him. I lit the joint and passed it to him. We sat in the same spot for hours, just chatting, laughing, smoking, and eating. It was great to have my Kells back!

Felix Gonzalez-Torres
Untitled, 1991

Billboard; dimensions vary with installation.

“Between February 20 and March 18, Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s “Untitled” (1991) peppered the New York skyline, on six billboards throughout Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens. With locations ranging from 10th Avenue near the Javits Center to the far corners of Brighton Beach, the work reached diverse populations and altered the associated media landscapes. The provocative yet ambiguous image on each—an enlarged black-and-white photograph of the artist’s recently shared double bed—stood out amid the text-heavy advertising signage that dominates the city. Devoid of the text, logos, or captions typically associated with billboards, this work summoned a second look or even a momentary pause, the introspective quality of the image bringing a perceptible stillness to the surrounding bustle of the city.

…Throughout his work, Gonzalez-Torres (American, born Cuba. 1957–1996) questioned the notion of the unique art object, making series of works based on identical pairs (two clocks ticking side-by-side, two mirrors embedded in a wall) or finding inspiration in the possibilities of endless reproducibility (stacks of sheets as give-aways for visitors, piles of candy to be continually replenished). He wanted his work to be disseminated, to exist in multiple places at the same time, and to be realized completely only through the participation of the viewer, which he described as “one enormous collaboration with the public,” in which the “pieces just disperse themselves like a virus that goes to many different places—homes, studios, shops, bathrooms, whatever.” Reproducibility, collaboration, and circulation—sound familiar? His particular approach, which has been enormously influential for contemporary artistic practice, also made Gonzalez-Torres an essential presence…

For Gonzalez-Torres, art was an effective means of addressing social concerns—even more so when it could be multiplied. Inhabiting the familiar forms of Minimalism and post-Minimalism with his stacks and floor pieces, the artist embedded subtle but insistent references to current issues, from political violence to gay rights. In billboard projects like “Untitled”, the artist played with the powerful juxtapositions that could be generated between private and public spaces. By choosing this photograph of his bed, the artist exposed this most intimate of spaces, emphasized by the rumpled sheets and the recent impressions of two heads in the pillows. In the early 1990s, with controversies surrounding homosexuality and the AIDS crisis simultaneously wreaking havoc across the gay community, the bed also represented a site of conflict, symbolizing both love and death. That Gonzalez-Torres’s partner, Ross, died of AIDS in 1991 brings an intensely personal note to this work, but does not diminish it of its universal associations with comfort, intimacy, loneliness, or loss.

Every time I passed by my “local” billboard, on Queens Boulevard and Van Dam Street, I stopped to take it in again. It is a commanding work, even capable of overshadowing the roar of the elevated 7 train and the honking cars exiting the Long Island Expressway (not an easy task!). The presentation in Print/Out marks the 20th anniversary of the first realization of “Untitled”, for MoMA’s Projects 34: Felix Gonzalez-Torres, organized by Anne Umland in 1992. Imagining the future reception of this work, Umland presciently wrote in that exhibition’s accompanying brochure, “A photograph promises the possibility of replication, of reemergence in a different time and under different historical circumstances, a moment when this poignant image of ‘a dwelling in the evening air’ may come to mean very different things.” I look forward to seeing the next iteration!”

-Kim Conaty

Armed and Awkward

Bucky Barnes X Reader

The reader offers to let Bucky stay at their apartment while he adjusts to the modern world and works through his post HYDRA PTSD. When they find out about his metal arm, they tell him it’s beautiful and makes the whole situation awkward. The reader then shows him their arms covered in tattoos. “People judge me because of my arms too.” (Written as if the reader were Tony Stark’s sister but could also be read as Male!Reader)

(First Bucky fic, been wanting to do something with him for awhile and this came to me one day. Not my GIF. send me requests!)

“Maybe a little bit to the left?” You were staring at a vase of fresh cut roses you’d just brought home that morning. Something about their placement on the kitchen table didn’t feel right. You slid the vase several inches to the left. “No.” You shook your head. “Maybe the right?” However scooting the flowers to the right didn’t seem to improve the feeling either. Maybe, you conceded, it has nothing to do with the flowers.

You pulled out a kitchen chair for yourself and sat down. Steve Rogers was on his way over with his friend Sergeant Barnes. You hadn’t been given all the details but you knew the Sergeant had been brainwashed by HYDRA at some point. He now needed a place to stay where he could adjust to the modern world and work through the mental trauma that HYDRA had so graciously saddled him with.  You immediately offered up your apartment. For one it was a lot quieter than the compound where the Avengers were always coming and going. Secondly you got pretty lonely being at your place all the time alone. It would be nice to have a roommate who understood your chaotic lifestyle. Lastly Steve was cashing in on every favor you and your twin brother, Tony, owed him.

“Ms. Stark, I believe Captain Rogers has arrived.” A disembodied voice explained. It was the voice of your brother’s artificial intelligence program JARVIS. Somedays you wished you never let Tony install the infernal thing, other times it was actually sort of helpful. This day it was the latter.

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Imagine: Calum: Me & The School’s Favorite Bass Player

~ Requested by Anon ~

“Is this gonna be a thing? Us hanging out with the band dudes?” your friend, Stacy, asked  as you walked back to class. I hope, you thought to yourself. You just shrugged and looked over your shoulders, unintentionally locking eyes with Calum who was looking over his. You felt your cheeks flush and you looked away immediately.

“Oh my god, you guys like each other. It’s so obvious,” Stacy stated, quickly noticing the subtle exchange between you and Calum. “You and Calum Hood?” Stacy thought for a moment, creating a mental image of her best friend and the school’s favorite bass player. “I ship it,” she told you.

“So you don’t mind them hanging around?” you asked as the two of you entered into the classroom, taking your respective seats. Stacy shook her head, “Not at all! Ashton’s cute. When you and Calum get together, you think you can help me out?”

You chuckled, nodding. “Good, because I think they’re going to have lunch with us, too.”

All throughout your classes, you kept replaying moments you had with Calum over and over in your mind. The whiteboard in the center front of the class became like a large projector to which your mind played the movie of you and Calum. You thought about the time you caught him looking at you, smiling. Your eyes connected and suddenly it seemed the laughters coming from your friends subsided and everyone around you disappeared. It was just you and him. You thought about the time Calum slipped a good morning note inside your locker then him showing up exactly at the end of class so the two of you could walk to the cafeteria together. You were sent flying when your hands brushed against one another.

You looked forward to lunch. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as the clock ticked closer and closer. Finally, the bell rang. You and Stacy gathered your things and headed out the door. You couldn’t help but hope to see Calum standing outside of your classroom, with his back leaned against the wall and his arms folded across his chest — the same way you saw him last time. But he wasn’t there.

Instead, him and his three friends had already made themselves comfortable at your hang out spot. After the first week of school, each group claims a spot. It may not have a name tag but everyone knows who it belongs to. “Hey your boyfriend and his friends are at our spot,” your other friend, Jess, teased, nudging you playfully in the rib. Calum had caught sight of you, shooting you a smile. You smiled down at the ground, fighting the urge to burst into an excited fit of giggles.

“Luke move,” Michael ordered, “Let Cal sit next to his girlfriend.” You heard Calum scoff at his friend.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Luke had already moved to the other side.

“Hey,” Calum said in a low voice, only loud enough for you to hear, as you took a seat beside him.

“Hey,” you smiled back.

“So are you going to start coming to our band practices?” Luke asked.

Your furrowed your brows, shifting glances from Luke to Calum. “Um, I mean, if you guys want me to,” you said unsurely. “I won’t want to intrude.”

“No, you wouldn’t be. I mean, you’re his — oh!” Luke stopped himself the minute he caught Calum’s glare, “Calum hasn’t asked you?”

“Ask me what?” you looked at Calum.

Calum glared at the blonde haired boy who shrunk lowing into his seat, slightly afraid of Calum. “Not yet, you idiot,” Calum hissed at Luke.

“Dude just tell her!” Ashton urged.

“Do it! Do it!” Michael egged him on.

Calum shook his head in annoyance. “I’m not going to fucking ask her out in public, you morons,” he spat, soon realizing what he had said.

You caught his words. “You were going to ask me out?” you smiled.

Calum sighed, slightly embarrassed. He nodded shyly, chuckling to himself. His cheeks had flushed a soft shade of pink and Calum’s eyes were on the ground. He was a mixture of emotions. He was irritated by his friends but excited to finally be given the chance to ask you what he’s wanted to for a while. But most of all, he was nervous. Scared, even

“I think we should go,” Michael suggested, “Give these love birds some private time.”

“I agree,” Stacy said.

Everyone grabbed their things and moved towards a different table. They may had been father but you and Calum both felt all eyes were on you.

“I have a confession to make,” Calum spoke quickly. You nodded. “I like you,” he said. You giggled softly and leaned in closer. “Is that so?” you asked teasingly.

Calum let out a light scoff and rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he said, “it is so.”

“Well guess what?”

“What?” he asked.

You leaned in closer, your faces only inches apart. “I like you too,” you whispered.