~Dylan's P.O.V.~
Cal and I ran away laughing. I tripped over my own feet. I knocked down a picture frame as I fell. I tried catching it but it was no use. It shattered on the floor. I groaned loudly.
Calum helped me up. "Are you okay babe?" He said while trying not to laugh. My face turned red of embarrassment.
I placed my hand on a little table that was in our room. It started to tip over but I caught it. "Not the vase!" Calum yelled.
The vase crashed on the floor and shattered into hundreds of little pieces. "Oops." I said. "We should probably clean this up." He suggested. I nodded.
He went to grab the broom while I tried to get all of the pieces. One cut my hand. "You son of a motherfucking bitch." I walked to the bathroom and got a band aid. I wrapped it around my finger tightly.
I walked back into the room and Calum was picking up the pieces to the frame and vase. "Sorry Cal!" I said as I kissed him. "It's fine." He replied.
When he was done picking up the pieces I grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go watch a movie downstairs." He said yes and followed me out of the room.
