Crazy Stupid ON HOLD

Coming This Way

lovemonty I hope you didn't cry too much. Promise this one is better.

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"Wow." That's all I could say. I was frozen. He just admitted that he was in love with me. Okay. This is something to process. What was I going to do. Ashton looked at me. I just sat there. I don't think I could've moved if my life depended on it.

"Montse?" he asked, waving his hand in front of my face. I shook my head. "Yeah," I answered, looking at Ashton. "Please say something." I shook my head. "I don't know Ash. I have no idea what to say," I said. "Can we just pretend this never happened so Calum won't kill me," he sighed, putting his hands on his face. I smiled weakly. "Sure," I answered, "I'm going back downstairs. I hope you're okay."

As soon as Calum saw me, perked up. "Is Ashton okay?" he asked as I sat down on the floor next to him. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Good, cause I wasn't done before."

I was pulled onto Calum's lap. I giggled. He kissed my nose, then my forehead. Then both my cheeks. I got frustrated, and just pulled his lips to mine. He smirked against my lips.

Fifteen minutes later, Calum was hovering over me, and I was laying flat on the floor. "So guys, I ordered a pizza for lunch an..." Michael trailed off when he saw us. "Guys seriously? We sit in here every day. Do you need to go around making out? Just do it in one of your rooms. Wait. No. Don't do it at all."

Calum got off of me and laughed. I sat up, looking at my brother. "You're weirdo," I laughed. Michael sat down next to me. I poked his ribs, and he messed up my hair. "Well, I need to go the guitar store. Need anything Michael?" Calum asked, standing up. "No. But take Ash and Luke. They were gonna go tomorrow," Michael answered. Calum nodded, walking out of the living room. "Wanna play some Just Dance?" "You're on."

About three hours later, Michael and I were still playing She Looks So Perfect. "How is it that I co-wrote the song, I sing it all the time and it's my song, and yet I still keep losing to you?" Michael whinned. I laughed. "Maybe it's just because you suck at Just Dance," I suggested, "Let's play Boom Clap." "NO! YOU CAN NOT BEAT ME AT MY OWN SONG," Michael yelled, restarting She Looks So Perfect. I laughed. This was going to go on for a long time.