"Hey." Michael hissed, jabbing an elbow into Calum's side. "There's a paper airplane on your desk. A damn fine one if I do say so myself so hurry up and open it before I take it."
Calum looked down, and would you look at that, airplane girl strikes again.
'Her name is Noelle, I had a dream about her she rings my bell...'
He stared at the paper confused, and then looked back at her. Not that he didn't like Wheatus or anything but this was completely random, out of the blue, and there was no reason for her to send that.
'Wtf?' He sends back.
'What other video?' She sends again, cryptically.
'Are you feeling okay?' Calum is starting to feel worried about her.
'I'm Batman.' Calum starts to wonder if this girl will be able to send him messages from the mental hospital.
'Are you sick? Do you need help?' Okay so maybe Calum has never been subtle.
'I spy with my little eyes, four boys on Youtube singing and playing instruments.'
Another on lands on his desk.
'One of them looks strangely like you.'
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Asian // calum hood
Fanfiction"Hey Asian boy, can you and your possé shut up?" "For the last fucking time, I'm Kiwi not Asian."
