December

6

We had decided that after my go of truth/dare, we would stop playing the game and go to bed, since it was around 1:30am, and in the morning we would have to drive Calum to the car garage.

So there I was, pulling out a small piece of paper from the jar, and reading it aloud.

"Dare: take off your shirt for five minutes." I read and rolled my eyes.

Michael cheekily wolf-whistled with a smirk and I blushed, sticking my tongue out.

Without hesitation though, I pulled off my crop top, revealing my black lace bra. I shrugged, and flung my top to the side. I noticed Calum's eyes widen at the sight of me, and that made me chuckle smugly.

"Alright guys, let's just go to bed now." I stood up, even colder now than I was before - since I was lacking a shirt.

"Hey, it hasn't been five minutes yet!" Michael cheekily argued.

"What, haven't you seen a girl in her bra before, Mikey?" I teased.

"Do you even know who I am!?" He gasped, falsely insulted.

"Yes, a thirsty bugger. Now go to bed." I waited for the rest of the group to stand up, before I herded Chelsea and Michael out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Sorry about that," I giggled lightly to Calum, who was shyly standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, and sorry for my nakedness."

He chuckled at my apology, shaking his head.

"It's fine, I'm used to Michael being, well, Michael," he said, making me smile. "And about the nakedness, I think I'll join in on that."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at his last few words. I only started to understand what he meant, when he started peeling off his clothes - first his flannel and then his shirt.

I'm normally not one to stare at people; I think it's kind of rude, but this time I couldn't help it. Even Calum knew I was staring at his bare chest, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You have tattoos?" I asked him, walking closer to gain better sight over what they read.

MMXII

"Yeah, I've got a few." He scratched the back of his neck with his left arm, letting one of his tattoos catch my eye.

"These are so cool." I admired them, holding his arm, observing the ink.

"Thanks. I kinda wanna get a few more, but I'm not sure what yet."

"Do they symbolise anything?"

"Well, this one," he pointed to the bird with the text that said Mali Koa. "Is my sister, her name's Mali Koa."

I looked up to Calum, fascinated and pretty amazed. Normally when I meet people with tattoos, they have them for dumb reasons, or no reason at all. It was refreshing to hear that someone had actually thought it through.

Calum gulped as my fingers carefully travelled up his arm, up to his tattoo of a Native American Indian.

"Do you have any tattoos?" He asked me.

I stepped away from him, letting his arm flop back to his side.

"Um, no." I shook my head, wrapping my arms around my naked stomach.