"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"City Light"

Next morning, Luke and I both woke up around 8:30.
We sat and talked for an hour about nothing, really.
Then Calum woke up whining about how loud we were.
"You were perfectly comfortable with your arms around me while Luke and I were talking," I pointed out.
"You shook every time you laughed," Calum said randomly.
"You little whiner!" I laughed. "I have guys lining up around the block to cuddle with me, and you have the nerve to complain?"
Calum cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Okay so that's a stretch, whatever. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it."
Luke laughed and even Calum broke his smug look for a giggle.
"My famous line," I smiled, snuggling into Calum's chest.

There was a bang, and the connecting door between ours and Michael and Ashton's room flew open. "OKAY LOVE BIRDS!" Michael called. "GET UP AND GET READY! WE HAVE TO BE THERE AT 11:30 AND IT'S ALREADY 9:30!"
I groaned in protest as Calum rolled over to get up, instantly leaving me reaching out seeking his warmth.
I looked up at him and pouted. "Great, now I'm cold."
"Awwwww I'm sorry," he said, sticking out his bottom lip.
I sat up. "You should be."
We both laughed and I quickly ran to get in the shower.

After getting out, I dried off and put my hair up in a towel. I put on the black ripped skinny jeans again, and threw on an oversized grey knit sweater with a big black heart on it over a black tank top. I brushed my teeth and emerged from the bathroom, genuinely excited for the day ahead. I was nervous, yes, but I hadn't been on T.V. before so it was going to be very cool, I could tell.
Since it was only 10:00, I sat down and pulled out nail polish, remover, and Kleenex. I took the polish off my nails and painted them a light ballerina pink. I put on a matte top coat, leaving the tips shiny.
I had this idea that ballerina pink looked amazing with grey or black oversized sweaters, especially if the sweater was so big that you had sweater paws.

When my nails were finally dry, and Calum-who had jumped in after me-was out of the shower, I ran into the bathroom and dried my hair quickly. Just as I was about to try and decide what to do with my hair, I heard Luke's voice float in: "We get hair and makeup at the T.V. place, so don't worry about your hair!"
I poked my head out of the bathroom. "How did you know I wasn't just going to put it in a messy bun?" I grinned.
"Because I know you," he answered simply, smirking.
"Or at least you think you do," I chuckled, walking out into the room and flopping on Luke's bed.
"Hey get off my bed!" He laughed from the closet.
"Just get in the shower!" I giggled, threw one of his shirts that was lying on the bed at him.
He caught the shirt, childishly stuck his tongue out at me, and tossed it back.
He entered the bathroom and shut the door.

Instead of going on my phone, I ran into Michael and Ashton's room and plopped down on the bed with Michael. "Hey hey hey!"
He looked up from his phone. "Hi."
"Oooooh you're wearing your other IDIOT shirt!" I noticed (the flannel).
"Yeah?" He said, confused as to why I cared. "So?'
"So, I love that shirt!" I exclaimed. "It's plaid and it says IDIOT so it's doubly awesome."
"You get excited over everything, don't you?" Michael smiled.
"Basically," I agreed.
"It's weird," he grinned.
"You like smiley girls!" I laughed. "Remember that one time you pointed a girl out because she was so smiling so much and asked her to hug you? Yeah that's right, I know about that, so don't even try to act like you don't love it."
"OOOH burn!" Ashton called from the other bed.
"You caught me," he chuckled.
"I know," I flopped back on the bed.

Finally, Luke was out of the shower and done his hair, because even if there were hair and makeup people at the T.V. studio, he was adamant that he couldn't be seen without his hair nice.
When Michael sent me to grab him from the bathroom (where I found him still touching up his hair) I grabbed his arm and dragged him out: "C'mon Mr. There Are Hair Stylists There, it's time to go!"
We hopped in a hotel limo, and pulled away from the curb.