Calum:
"Wow. That girl has the best ass I've ever seen." I say, looking over at you leaning over the bar counter, your ass filling those jeans in the most amazing way possible. "Go talk to her." Luke says. "If you're up for it." Michael challenges. Ash "ooooohhhhss" like an asshole, laughing and sipping at his drink. "I am." I stand up from our booth and walk over to you, standing next to you and leaning in the same position. "Hey did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a sweet ass." I try because it's the first line I thought of. Hey, your ass is distracting me. You roll your eyes, "Run along, I only date within my species." You sound harsh, but I can see a smile on your beautiful lips. "Who said anything about dating?" I lean closer, raising a cocky eyebrow. "That applies to fucking too. Now run along, I don't play with little boys." You wave your hand to get me to shoo, but I don't back down that easily. "Trust me, sweetheart. There's nothing little about me." I let the words drip from my tongue. There's a brief moment where we just stare each other down when you all of a sudden pull me close by my collar and kiss me hard. I freeze for a second, then tangle my fingers in your hair so it's harder for you to pull away because holy fuck you're a great kisser. "This doesn't mean those shitty lines worked." You say, out of breath, when you pull away with your fingers still tight on the collar of my shirt. I smirk, "Sure it doesn't." And lean down to kiss you again.
Michael:
"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." I jump around one of my best friends as you try to put stuff in your locker. "What do you think of this pick up line? I'm thinking of using it on Tiffany tonight." I jokingly pop the collar on my leather jacket and then lower my voice, "Nice legs, when do they open?" "Knowing Tiffany Bray? 24/7." You say harshly, slamming your locker shut and walking away. I frown; normally you're much nicer than that. I jog to catch up to you and stand in front of you to stop you from walking to the cafeteria. "What the hell was that about?" "I'm sick you constantly trying out pick up lines to me only to use them on the bitchiest girls in school and not me!" You snap, then cover your mouth with your hand when you realize what you said. I pause. "Y/N..." I breathe out, not knowing what to say. You take this the wrong way and take off in the other direction with your cheeks turning bright red. Again, I chase after you and catch you in my arms. "Y/N. I like you too." You stop fighting against my grip and look up at me. "You do?" "Yeah. Always have." "What about those other girls?" I feel my cheeks turn a bit pink and admit, "Wanted to make you jealous." "By telling girls stupid pick up lines?" You laugh. "Hey, my pick up lines are fucking amazing. But now I guess you're going to be the only one to hear them. Excuse me, I think I dropped something. My jaw." You roll your eyes, but I don't let you stop me. "Did you fart, because you're-" You cut me off with a kiss that stops all words from leaving my lips.
