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"Alright. I was thinking how it's cute that you're so mature yet childish at the same time, and that your smile when you're having fun is really nice."

Oh. I didn't expect that at all. I figured he was thinking about band stuff or that he's tired or he's bored. I definitely didn't expect him to say that he was thinking about me. And especially not all that super sweet, mushy stuff.

"What are you thinking about, Scar?" Well, if he was honest with me then I might as well be honest with him.

"Hanging out with you is even better than I ever imagined. I'm having the time of my life and I don't want it to end. I love your hair when it's curly. Also, I'm kinda hungry." He laughed and I blushed, looking down at my shoes as I kicked at the dirt with my toes.

"Good to know. And I agree, I'm starting to get a little hungry too."

I smiled and looked back up at him to see him already smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "I was thinking we could get breakfast next if that's okay with you."

"Scarlett!" He gasped.

"What?" I asked him, confused about his sudden shock.

"You told me where we're going next!"

"No I didn't! I just told you what we're doing, not where we're going!" I defended. I actually didn't realize what I had said until he mentioned but he doesn't have to know that. I'm kind of sort of really competitive, so I can't let him think he might've 'won', even if there isn't anything to technically win. I know it doesn't make sense but that's just the way I am.

"Mhmm. Whatever you say."

"Ok Mister Sassypants."

"Mister Sassypants?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

"You're really something, Scarlett," he said while laughing and shaking his head.

"You know you love it though," I teased.

"Think what you want, sweetheart."

I glared at him and he laughed. "Come here," he said, holding his arms out to me.

"No, you're being mean."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"Scarlett, please come over here."

"Not gonna happen."

"Fine, I guess I'll just come to you," he stated as he stood up and walked over to my swing. He smirked before turning around and sitting right in my lap, almost making me fall off the swing.

"Calum! What are you doing?" I yelled in shock. Trust me, you'd be yelling too if a full grown man suddenly sat on your lap. It's not ver comfortable, especially not on an unstable seat like a swing.

"Well I was going to have you do this but since you were being so stubborn I had to reverse our roles. Excuse me for trying to be cute," he huffed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your plans. Can we please switch places though? Your butt hurts my legs," I whined.

"I don't know. I kinda like being on top. It's a nice change of pace."

"Oh my god, Calum," I laughed and pressed my face into his back. "You did not just say that!"

"I did just say that though," he said, wiggling his butt to get more comfortable, which just hurt my legs more. "And don't act all embarrassed, we both know you loved it."

"No I didn't! And stop wiggling it hurts."

"Sorry. We can switch if you want."

"Please!" He laughed at my reaction as he stood up and turned around, grabbing my hands to pull me up with him.

Once I was up, he spun around and sat on the swing, pulling me down to sit on his lap. He put his arms around the chains of the swing and clasped them together in front of me so that he could hold me without either of us falling off the swing. We gently moved back and forth, his feet never leaving the ground as we sat in silence. The slow movement combined with Calum's warmth was so relaxing that I could soon feel my eyes drooping shut from exhaustion.

"Scarlett. Scar. Scarlett whatever your middle name is Winters!" I awoke with a start to Calum repeating my name and poking me in random places on my face and stomach.

"What?" I asked groggily, still half asleep.

"You fell asleep," he stated what I thought was pretty obvious.

"And why did you wake me up?" Not to be rude or anything but I really hate being woken up. Anybody that does so must face the grumpy attitude I get when I'm tired.

"The timer on your phone went off. It's time to go, sorry."

"Oh, um thanks I guess. Let's get going then," I sighed. Why did I want to stay up so late? I really want some sleep.

"You're still tired, let me carry you."

"What? No, I can walk myself."

"Just get on my back and let me give you a piggyback ride, Scarlett."

"Fine," I sighed, giving in because not walking sounded really nice right now. Plus if I'm on Calum's back I can smell his hair. Once again, I'm not as creepy as a sound, pinky promise.

I climbed onto Calum's back and he started walking us to breakfast, talking about random things to keep me awake, mostly about his favorite breakfast foods and then stories about the other boys and breakfast. My favorite was the one about Ashton trying to be romantic by inviting a girl over for brunch, but when she got there he and Luke were putting out a fire in the microwave while a frying pan on the stove was still on fire and Michael was just sitting on the couch eating cereal and watching them like they were his favorite movie. Apparently Ashton didn't talk to Calum for two days because he was mad that he'd just let the girl in to see the chaos inside.

We slowly made our way down the street like this, Calum telling funny stories and me laughing at them while he carried me on his back. With nobody else outside at this time of night (or morning if you want to be all technical), it was like we were in our own little world together.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter :)