Asian // calum hood

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"She drew you a pizza? Dude she's obviously flirting. Pizza is like the modern flowers." Mikey exclaims as he stuffs his cheesesteak into his mouth.

"How would you know Mikey?" Luke jabs subtly, and Calum can really appreciate Luke trying to change the subject.

"Oh please." Michael snorts. "Everyone wants some of the Mike-ro-wave."

"Wow Mikey, you might need more help than I originally thought if you think no one means everyone now." Calum cut in.

"Mike-ro-wave? What in the..?"

"What?"

"It doesn't make sense."

"You don't fucking make sense."

Calum tuned out his two friends arguing as he looked around the cafeteria, searching for the girl.

"There. He said lowly, trying to subtly point out the girl without being obvious.

Luke squinted. "Wait the brunette or the red head?"

"Red head." He sees the slight surprise on his two mates' faces, and has to suppress an ugly look.

"Well, she's.. Different." Michael says finally. "Not the usual type you go for."

"Oh?" He says. "Do tell, what is my type?" Michael and Luke look at each other uncomfortably.

"Well you usually go for the brunettes." Luke starts.

"Who are generally short and have rocking bodies." Michaels cuts in. They both jump when Calum breaks the plastic spoon fork monstrosity (spork? Foon?) that's only a hindrance in eating.

"Her body is great in it's own way." He glowers.

"No! I mean you usually go for the... the curvy ones." Mikey says, looking nervously at the sporfoon thingy.

"And she's really skinny." Luke cut in. "Like, nothing there skinny. At least she has short hair."

"She's not my usual type but I'm going for personality, not looks." Calum said, defending her.

"Wait, do you like her?" Michael said, eyes widening.

"Yes."