Ashton: "Oh, Y/N!" Ashton called as you walked into your building. He was on his way out wearing his running shoes and an arm band that held his phone with his ear phones stringing out. Sporty, nice, you thought. "Hi Ashton, off for a run?" You had noticed him before, leaving to go for a run and then coming back with his skin kissed with a glisten of light sweat, but that was before you even knew who he was. "Yeah, I am. But I was wondering if you'd like to come over later for dinner? I did swear to repay you for giving me my mail." When he did, you had assured him that repaying didn't have to be done, but a dinner with Ashton did sound like a wonderful plan that you weren't going to turn down. You giggled lightly, "Sure that sounds nice." Ashton smiled wide, "Great! I promise I won't be sweaty." You laughed, it wasn't like you would actually complain.
Michael: "Is it weird if I ask you to go get something to eat?" Michael asked and you could see him biting the inside of his cheek. Maybe it was a bit weird seeing as you had only just met eight minutes ago and all due to a mail mishap. But even in that small amount of time that he walking you to your car, you had found him intriguing, letting your wonder more about him. "No, no. It's not weird at all." You grinned up at him after putting the box your sister sent in the back seat of your car, "I'd like that." "Great." Michael beamed, "I know this really good burger place." It was obvious that he wasn't as new to the area as you were, "That sounds amazing. I have no idea where anything is around here." You chuckled and Michael smirked. "Well then I guess I'm just gonna have to show you!"
Luke: "I promise I'm not here for my mail." Twenty minutes after Luke dropped off your mail, hew as back at your door with a shy smile across his lips. You could tell there was something different about him that made the situation a tad awkward, especially when he began fumbling his thumbs within his fingers. "What's up, Luke?" "Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?" For as long as you could remember living next to him, you had this fantasy that he would stroll on over and ask this question you imagined. Now that he was doing just that, you were afraid that your own eyes and mind were in the works to deceive you. "Um, what?" You asked, the shocking feeling radiating into your words. Luke let out a deep breath, "Do you want to go out...with me?" His thumbs were still fumbling and your heart was still beating fast and all you could find yourself doing was nodding in reply, quite eagerly too.
Calum: You had spent days after the unexpected visit from Calum, contemplating whether or not you were going to show up to his mother's birthday party. Maybe if you just sent a card and a gift it would be alright, but then you wouldn't get to talk to Calum and give him the explanation as to why you broke up with him in the first place. You would tell him how seeing him reminded yourself of all those buried feelings you thought you cemented below ground and that they wouldn't show through, but low and behold they did. Maybe once you explained things, sooner or later your relationship could go back to the way it used to be. On the day of the party Calum had texted you saying how he hoped to see you there. His simple message had confirmed your thoughts about him still having feelings for you and you knew what you had to do.
