Not Sure What To Call This

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Your POV

Driving my way to Subway for lunch with the mates, I look beside at my phone that a notification popped at the lock screen saying that I received a text from Luke. They prepared a special 12 inch sandwich for my best friend's surprise birthday, according to the message. We pretended that we forgotten it, and so we jumped into the conclusion to throw her a surprise party. But Calum kinda did forget and he was targeting her as a prom date. I suggest for him to try harder, though, because knowing my best friend, she won't give in that easily.

I reached the branch of Subway they had told me, and pulled to a stop directly in front of it. Before leaving the car, I made sure to throw my keys inside my purse that were stringed around my body and grabbed my iPhone securely with my hand.

When I opened the glass door as a fit of greetings roared in my ears as if I was the birthday girl.

"Hey..." They exclaimed, and Ashton prolonging the last letter making everyone look at him. I'm glad they chose this branch of Subway since it would be totally embarrassing if we hogged the whole place to ourselves and we intend to be a bit loud.

"Y/n, you look great." Luke said at the same time Michael breathed, "You look hot."

Luke just scoffed and folded his arms in front of his chest, ignoring laughing Mikey. I shook my head and took a seat beside Taylah, Michael's girlfriend. (Hey, since I couldn't grant the request of my dear reader-and you know exactly who you are-I instead gave her the role of Michael's gf in this imagine :) )

I gave her a smile and greeted her.

"So, any updates?" Taylah asked.

"She said she'll be here in a couple of minutes. And judging by the way she sounds, she doesn't have a clue."

"That's great." And everyone went silent as if an angel passed by.

I pulled my skirt down. I felt naked since I don't normally wear skirts.

"So, you guys, what did you order?" I asked and leaned my arms on the table.

"We ordered the best there is! The Ultimate Make-Your-Own-12-inch-Sandwich!" Calum shouts as if we can't hear each other.

"You do know she's allergic to pickles, right?" I raise my brows.

Michael nervously laughs, Ashton giggles, Luke sighed, and Calum cleared his throat. "Of course we know." Cal smiles smugly, the look on his face makes me think otherwise. The 182 blinks with sound showed that I'm not impressed by their act.

"No, we didn't." Luke corrects him as he earns a light punch on his shoulder from.

"Damn it; I love pickles..." Calum looks down and sways his foot under the table. "I can't live with her if she's allergic to pickles."

"Dude, your only asking her as a prom date, not a bride." Cal ignores Luke's spit and just looks at the mesmerizing Sandwich in front of him.

We all laughed at his attitude. But Michael interrupted me from laughter, "Hey, Luke wanted to talk to you. He have bee--" a hand swats Michael's mouth, and sure enough it was Luke's. Michael didn't stop talking yet his voice became muffled. Luke strangles Michael and that's when I decided this isn't playful anymore.

"Luke stop it." Calmly, I walk over to their side of the table and softly pull Luke by his broad shoulders. "Luke, you wanted to talk?"

"Never mind what Mikey said. It's not real."

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