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thirty three

"let's have a swimming race!" it's nearly night time when they decided to go to the indoor pool instead, and here we are.

"i'll probably win," luke smiled, "and michael will be the last placer." he teased at him.

"excuse me, i'm a very good swimmer. thank you." michael defensed, climbing up the board. we counted off to 3 and he did a canonball, amazing crissy and i.

"yeah, yeah. let's have a swimming race." ashton pshed and asked once again.

"let's just eat." i distracted them because there's one problem.. i don't know how to swim.

"why? don't you know how to swim?" michael teased. i remained quiet and they all gasped, except for crissy.

"we'll teach you." calum offered, "i meant was, i'll teach you." he grinned at me, placing his arm around my neck.

we were at the middle because the height of it just right for the both of us. "tell me 'tleast ya know some basics?" he looked at me— do i know basics? i don't know.

"i'm not quite sure.." i feel bad for calum. stuck here teaching me while everyone is having fun.

few hours later..

our lesson has finally finished and he even managed to teach me to dive! he said, "wow, you're a fast learner and you pick up the lessons quick." truth is, i am. not to brag or anything.

"hey, are you hungry?" i nodded while he helped me out the pool and we walked towards the table where they were watching me from.

as soon as we got to the table, i got a canon of compliments fired at me.

"thanks. now, hand me the mocha ice cream please."