WHAT IS THIS TORTURE CALUM T HOOD WHY
7:12 AM
Calum: Are you excited for the concert?
You: hell ya
You: what do you think Im doing, sitting with a bag of chips on a bench?
Calum: Yeah, because I see you right now
Calum: Turn around loser
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erin **
"Oh my God." I read the message and whip around to see the tan, curly haired boy standing over me. "I'm in my vulnerable state, why did you come right now?" I stand up and wrap my arms around him.
He eyes my sweatpants and school sweatshirt. "Appropriate attire, no? This place is depressing." He pulls me in for a hug again, and this time I burst into tears.
"I can't believe I can finally see your face in person." I sniff. "You're hotter in person."
"I had to give you the tickets one way or another." He pulls away and I pick up my stuff from the bench. "Let's go fulfill our dreams."
"I don't have any money." I stop in my tracks. "I have to run home and grab some mo-" He laughs.
"I'm loaded, Erin. C'mon, let's go to Kurt's house. Or do you want to grab some coffee first? Wanna be classy, ya?" I smile and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. I'm surprised I didn't scream or anything.
He's pretty adorable, if I do say so myself.
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that was very unexpected gtg
anyways im sorry this was boringggggg soz
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