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sexy ass cop.

Friday, one week later.

It was finally time to pack, I have been pushing this off because I still needed clothes for my everyday life. Calum was laying in my bed scrolling through his phone and I was gathering the simple garments like bras and underwear.

"Damn, when can I see you in that?" Cal eyes the limp material in my hands which happens to be a black lace pantie and a matching bra.

"Maybe on our honeymoon," I laugh and smirk at him. His eyes seem to brighten when I mention a future that contains him.

"So you see us getting married?"

"Yeah," I shrug, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I mean, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, I really do," he sits up and takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

"Good, I felt like I was going to weird you out," I laugh softly and used my free hand to push a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"I thought I would weird you out if I ever mentioned a future containing marriage or children." Cal also let's out a laugh and hugs me tightly, I felt at home with him, a bubble of love and safety surrounded us and that's all I could ask for.

"I can't wait to see what the future holds for us," I mumble into his neck, he presses a kiss on my cheek. Little did I know, it wasn't the future that I had in mind.

-

It's been a few hours, not much packing has happened, we basically laid in bed most of the time and watched tv.

"I am so glad I'm out of that school."

"I dropped out so I don't have to worry about it," Cal laughs and I just shook my head.

"Well I still have homework and everything," I groan slightly, my eyes looking away from the tv and up at the ceiling.

"There's a 30-40% chance that you'll actually use all that information when you're older," he laughs and I nod. I mean it's true, if I'm a baker then why do I have to know the different parts of the brain and what each part does.

"If you weren't in a band, what would your future hold?"

"A bad ass cop," he forms his hand into a gun and pretends to shoot at a person, "or a music teacher."

"I can picture you being a sexy ass cop," I nod and let out a giggle.

"And I can picture you being my sexy ass criminal," he winks at me then places a kiss on my neck.

"I've been a bad girl, cuff me," I put my hands out so he could 'cuff' my wrists even though we didn't have any actual cuffs.

"You know what happens to bad girls?"

I shook my head no, then bitting my lip to keep myself from busting out into laughter.

"They get sent to jail where.. where uh," he pauses, thinking for something to say and I bust out laughing.

"Oh, my god, that got kinky," I shook my head laughing and Cal joins in.

"I don't know where I was going with that," he laughs. My laughter increases to the point where you couldn't even hear me laughing and tears were falling from my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Cal laughs at me as I try to calm myself down before I peed myself.

"I-I'm fine," I wipe the wetness from my eyes and take some deep breaths, "I'm all good."

"You looked ridiculous," he laughs gently and I playfully slap his chest. He pretends to be hurt and pouts, I roll my eyes playfully and peck his lips. That pout becoming a cheesy grin.

"Yeah, I don't think 'role playing' is our thing, I'll probably end laughing really hard like right now," I shrug.

"This dick is hard," I playfully slap his chest again.

"Shut up, you dork," I laugh at my so called insult.

"You love me though," he grins.

"Yes, I do love you," I nod and peck his lips.

"But I do think that being a cop would be pretty cool."

"I think you would do great at it if it was really something you wanted to pursue as a career," I nugde his shoulder.

Silence engulfs us as our attention goes back to the tv where reruns of Friends was playing.

"Wanna hear a potassium joke?"

Calum turns to face me and shrugs, "sure."

"K."

"What?"

"K, bu-dum tiss," I pretended to play the drum and laugh gently. "K is the symbol for potassium on the periodic table," I add when I see that his face was full of confusion.

"That was so stupid," he shook his head and laughs.

"But you're laughing," I point at him and he shakes his head again.

"I'm laughing because of how stupid it was," he comments as I cross my arms and pout like a child who got their toy taken away.

"You think you can do better?" I challenge him and his eyebrow rises.

"Hell yeah I can," he smirks.

"Show me what you got."

"Where do animals go when their tails fall off?"

"They don't fall off, but where?" my eyebrow rises at him.

"The retail store," he laughs and slaps his knee and I shook my head.

"Alright, alright. Did you hear about the constipated mathematician?"

"No, what about him?" Cal sits up and faces me.

"He worked the problem out with a pencil," he raises his eyebrows in confusion. "It was a No. 2 pencil," I add and started laughing at my own joke.

Cal shakes his head as he uses his hand to cover his face to keep him from laughing.

"That was pretty good," he admits. The rest of the night was filled with stupid jokes and laughter. The laughter had really tired us out and that's when we fell asleep with the thoughts of constipated mathematicians and tails falling off.

A/N: filler, do you have any stupid jokes? go read my new book, one chapter is up that I posted today