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Ashton: He was your dad’s best friend’s son. Every Sunday you would go over to his house for dinner with his family and then go hang out in his room until you were called down to go home. He would let you play with his hair and listen to you rant and you would let him sing and play his drums for you. Your moms’ would always joke about how you two would always end up being a couple, but you guys never figured it would actually happen.

Calum: He was the popular jock of the school that everyone was in love with. You were a jock as well, being the short-stop for the softball team. You never actually liked him, knowing he would rather date a cheerleader than a sporty girl, but little did you know he’s had a crush on you ever since the first saw you play in grade 9. After one of your after school practices, you saw him leaning against your car, scratching his neck nervously. Walking towards him, your eyebrows pulled together in confusion, your head tilting to the side. “Hey Y/N!” He greeted pulling you into a hug. “Hi Calum.” You said, patting his back awkwardly. “Is there something I can help you with?” He nodded his head. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me? We could go see a movie? Unless you don’t want to, then no movie. We could go bowling? Unless you don’t like that either. We could g-” “Cal, just talk to me tomorrow when your less nervous ok? We can figure out plans then.” You say walking around to the driver’s side. He just smiled stupidly and nodded, running off to his car to cheer in victory.

Luke: You were already going to be late but you still hurried. You knew you looked stupid, fast walking through the hallways, but you didn’t care. You needed to be in class by the time the bell rang. Not paying attention to your surroundings, you ran straight into a boy’s locker. A cute boy too. Crap, you thought. He looked just as nervous as you, trying to find the words. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. “No, ah, um, it’s okay.” He hurried out of his mouth. You let out a small smile saying sorry once more and tried to make an escape. “Wait.” The boy said turning around awkwardly. “Yeah?” You replied, still not sure as of why this boy was still wanting to talk to you. He sparked an awkward, yet interesting coversation with you, smiling when he asked you to hang out, the fear of getting to class late long forgot.

Michael: You and a few friends were going out for a much needed girls night. Although you weren’t much of a drinker, you had a rough couple of weeks and found yourself sitting on a barstool ordering many drinks. The boy sitting next to you smirked. “Problem?” You snapped, not bothering to look at him. “No. No. Sorry that was rude of me.” The boy smiled again. Finally meeting his gaze, you noticed he looked like he needed a drink just as much as you did. Feeling generous, you slide him want of your full shots. “What’s this for?” He asked generously, but confused. “Just looked like you needed one. I sure do.” You laughed. He chuckled before downing it, spending the rest of the night with you, letting off some stress.

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