Not A Fan ? c.h

Chapter Two:

"Cha cha cha cha cha hey!" Max danced around our living room holding her phone in the air.

"What are you doing," I rolled my eyes at her and continued making myself some coffee.

"They followed me on Twitter," Max sang and jumped up in the air.

"Okay, one; don't jump. There is a baby's bedroom underneath us. And two; of course they did. They're meant to follow you after meeting you," I sighed putting in two heaping spoonfuls of Splenda into my coffee.

"I gave them your Twitter," Max laughed, walking over to the bar stools.

"What! Max!" I yelled, leaving my coffee on the counter top and running to my bedroom.

"Don't run! We have people under us!" Max laughed sarcastically.

I swung open my bedroom door with a crap ton of force making it slam against the wall as I lunged to my desk and grabbed my phone.

I opened up my Twitter and saw that Calum has already followed me. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

I went to my post and hurriedly deleted my complaints about their band. I know they're still out there on the internet somewhere, but at least I'm somewhat safe.

I know what would happen if, you know if, the managed to notice my tweets and the fangirls found me. I'd be screwed.

I sighed and leaned back on the desk. Max was standing in my doorway with an amused smirk plastered on her face.

"Don't you dare say anything," I pointed at her, not bothering looking in her direction.

"Okay I'm not," she raised her arms and walked out of the room.

I looked down at my phone and saw that someone had tweeted me.

@Calum5sos: @DaniDino follow me back!!!!

My eyes widened as I knew more people would see this tweet than I would like to. I quickly hopped to my settings and privated my account before I was mobbed with fangirls.

I shoved my phone in my pocket and walked out of my room.

"I think. I think I'm going to go down the the pier," I sighed and grabbed my keys.

"Don't get raped!" Max yelled from down the hall.

"Yeah. Okay," I rolled my eyes and walked out of the apartment.

Sometimes when ever I need to clear my head I go down the the pier. It for some reason soothes me. Hearing the ocean waves hitting the sand. It just helps me relax.

I climbed into my pick up truck and started the car. Pulling out of the parking space, I turned on my music and hummed along.

"Heat of the moment. Heat of the moment," I nodded my head and drove in the direction of Santa Monica pier. It was a long drive, but it was worth it.

. . .

I parked my car about a block away so I wouldn't have to deal with the amount of cars.

Sure it was Monday but a lot of young adults so aren't very responsible come here during the weekdays.

I felt a little awkward walking a block to the pier/beach in my pajamas because I was too stupid to change, but no one seemed to notice since my pajamas consist of shorts and a tank top.

It made my situation a little worse since my shorts were short shorts but I made it by.

I slipped off my flip flops and walked down onto the sand, sighing as I felt the sand in between my toes.

I walked a bit closer to the water before sitting down.

To my left was the pier, where I could easily walk underneath the boardwalk if I wanted to.

To my right was a few people scattered along the sand and someone who was about five feet away wearing a hoodie.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking into the water. I walked until the water reached my knees and stopped.

I pulled out my phone and started playing my playlist. Carry On My Wayward son started playing first.

As soon as the guitar solo started, I jumped around in the water, pretending to have a guitar of my own.

I heard a familiar chuckle and turned my head.

The guy in the hoodie.

"You know that's not how you actually play guitar," he laughed, walking closer to the water.

"Calum? As in the guy in that band?" I raised my eyebrow, pausing my music.

"5 Seconds of Summer. Yeah. I met you there," he nodded. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't a fan."

"Well my words are true. Not a fan. Still not one," I shrugged walking up closer to him.

"The mates and I don't leave for a couple days. Maybe you could hang out with me and I'll show you what you're missing," Calum winked, a small smirk flashing on his lips.

"Maybe in your dreams," I laughed, crossing my arms.

"Hmm," he hummed. "You've been stuck in my head for a while."

"Well who wouldn't have the person who slapped them with reality stuck in their head?"

Calum tilted his head and for a second I understood why Max called him a puppy.

"You can't deal with the fact that not everyone is a fan of your work and that bothers you," I smirked.

"You're not entirely wrong. I can't stand the fact that a girl as attractive as you isn't a fan of me,"

My body stiffened, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I um. I-- you-- what?"

Calum laughed, a smirk dancing across his lips again at my flustered state, "Maybe you're more of a fan than you let on."

He pulled something out of his pocket and walked up to me. His muscular arm grabbed my hand and placed the thing into my hand.

I willed my self to look at him, regretting it as he sent me an all too seductive wink before walking off.

I blinked rapidly, before sinking into the sand and looking at my hand.

I slowly opened my fingers and noticed a slip of paper. Written on the slip were a group of numbers scribbled in messy handwriting.

He gave me his number.