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eighteen: arms

eighteen: arms

third person: third person

she then talked to calum, mostly because he was the one who she was talking to.

"do you know a weird name for vagina?" max asked randomly, calum laughed, and shook his head. "no, why- how could you ask that?" he laughed, while he laid in his bunk.

"-because," max sarcastically stated, she rolled her eyes. "cooter."

"wha-."

"what." max raised an eyebrow.

"you can fight me, right here, right now." calum joked, rolling off of his bunk, which was on the bottom.

"square up, motherfucker." max rolled her eyes.

"i wouldn't fight you though," calum smiled. "yeah right, with those arms? i don't believe you."

"what's with you and your weird obsession with my arms, they're not even that great."

"you did not, just say that. go look at all those vine edits of you during interviews and then come back." max scoffed.

"should i be scared?" calum asked.

"well, if you take it from the only calum girl in my groupchat, very." max chuckled.

"how is that 'hot'?" calum questioned, trying to pull on the best girly voice.

"how do i explain this?" max sighed in fake frustration, while calum chuckled.

"okay i'm just gonna say it, your face is good." max had realized what she said and facepalmed.

"um, thanks?" he laughed, sitting back on the black couch in the small 'game room.'

"that, didn't come out right." max groaned. "anyways, what i meant was; you're really hot man, and little shit you do drives the fanbase crazy. literally, i see fucking traffic because of all the swerving."

"oh, yeah, i still don't see it." calum smirked.

"i will rip out your vocal chords calum, i swear."

"oh, really?" calum challenged, smirking.

"yes, really." max joked, crossing her arms in amusement.

"i highly doubt that."

"i highly don't give a fuck," max sarcastically said.

"i would say fight me, but i've already seen the outcome of that so no thank you." calum laughed, surfing the channels on the tv.

"honestly i could talk about you're arms and hands for hours."

"yeah i know, remember earlier?" calum chuckled. "just imagine what those hands can do." calum teased, laughing afterwards.

"we don't ever speak of that."

"oh but we will, i solemnly swear."

"i hate you."

"oh but you love me." calum smiled.

"calum, i swear,"

"you swear what, max," max's breath got caught in her throat, the way calums voice echoed into the phone was enough for her to go crazy.

"i-"

"you what, max?" he smirked max let out a breath.

"keep teasing me about this, and you can forget all about that hang out." max smiled, she had not really meant it but she wanted to see his reaction.

"i'm honestly super hurt that you said that."

"and that mug was hurt when i dropped it," calum laughed, shaking his head. "you're never gonna let me live that down are you?"

"never in your wildest dreams."

"you see that's the thing, max, i'm already living my wildest dream." calum smiled.

"wow," max breathed out.

"you're so lame." she finished, rolling her eyes. "you're impossible." calum grumbled.

"and you're impossible not to look at, we're even."

"i mean, i'm kinda cute."" calum laughed, his crush on max was unbearable, she was a bit nicer when she was talking to him, no idea why but she was.

"anyways,"

"facetime, maybe?" calum asked, running a hand through his raven hair.

max bit her lip before answering, "why not?"