(His P.O.V.)
Luke: I was nervous I had to admit, I’d never given a girl a mix CD before and it seemed to be one of those insanely romantic gestures that all girls wanted. My mind entered the ‘what if she laughs’ phase, wondering if she would hate my music choices or even worse, if she would think it was creepy. I mean, who gives mix CDs anymore? It was a lot of slow, romantic songs, but each one explained perfectly the way I felt about her. Seeing her bound over toward me, my heart rate picked up as I reached for her and took her into my arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She giggles against my chest and I swear it’s the most magical sound I’ve ever heard as she wraps her arms around my waist. “I have something for you,” I say softly, pulling away from her and holding the CD in front of me nervously, “It’s a CD…I mean obviously, but it’s full of songs that remind me of you, us…” I should never have been nervous because the instant she opens the case to look at the list of songs, her eyes well up with tears and I know she’s moved by the songs as much as I have been moved by her love.
Calum: If there’s one thing I know about my girl it’s that she stresses out way too much over studying. While I know school is important to her, she stresses out way too much for someone who is so smart. I know she needs to let loose, relax for a good twenty-four hours and I’m going to make sure she does just that. Knocking on her door briefly, I let myself in and smile to see her sitting on the couch, her knees bent with her textbook balanced carefully against her knees, pen between her lips. Glancing my way, she smiles softly and sets her book aside and wraps me in her arms, “What are you doing here!?” “I came to see you silly, it seemed to me that you needed a study break.” I tell her, holding up the mix CD I made her full of slow R&B tunes, as well as a couple songs I know she likes to dance to. “Cal…” she takes the CD from my hands and grins up at me as she begins to glance at the list of songs I had written for her, “What would I do without you?” “You wouldn’t be about to relax in the nice warm bath I’m about to draw for you, that’s for sure.” I tell her, taking the CD from her again, grinning, “I made this for a reason ya know,” I tell her, earning a small laugh and a kiss on the cheek, “Well, lead the way Mr. Hood.” She says, wrapping her arms around my waist once more and walking with me toward the bathroom.
Michael: Being away from her has been the hardest part of my job to date. Before her, it wasn’t too bad being away; I could handle it. But now I know I have someone waiting for me to come home, someone I can hold at night, someone who is perfect in all of her imperfections. Unable to take the distance anymore, I decided to surprise her on her day off from work. Dialing her number as I made my way toward the home we shared, I grinned while I waited for her to pick up. Home. Our home. “Don’t tell me you forgot to tell me you were flying again. You know how worried I get when you don’t answer.” She says when she answers, and I can picture the frown marring her soft face. “I’m sorry sweetheart, the text must not have gone through. Did you get my package?” I ask, wanting to make sure the timing is perfect. “I did, I’m quite impressed that there’s a mix CD in here Clifford.” “Well put it in!” I tell her, standing outside the door, waiting for the CD to being playing. “So pushy,” she tisks at me, laughing lightly. As I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing begins to play, she goes silent and takes a deep breath, letting me know she’s close to tears. “Michael…” her voice is shaky so I know I shouldn’t hide from her any longer. Opening the front door, she turns to me, tears running down her cheeks, but a smile quickly takes their place as she runs into my arms, holding me close, refusing to let me go.
Ashton: I hated to fight, especially with her, but sometimes I guess I’m too childish for my own good and it gets the best of her and our relationship. I had really screwed up this time though and wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it right again or not. Tapping my fingers against the “I’m an idiot, I love you, I’m sorry” mix CD I made for her, I wonder just how long I should wait before I take it to her and hope, just hope that she’ll forgive me. Pushing out of my seat, I decide to be a man of action and make my way toward her house, fairly certain that her roommate is going to kill me with her death glare when I get there. Knocking on the door, I frown to see her open the door, her eyes puffy and red, all from me. “Oh baby, I’m so so sorry,” I tell her, moving in for a hug, but she pulls back, wanting nothing to do with me. Deciding it was my last option, I hand her the CD and swallow deeply, “Just…just listen…and if you decide you miss me…you know where I’ll be.” I tell her before turning on my heel and heading back toward my car, hoping that my mix CD of love songs will change her mind and get her to talk to me again.
