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thirty four

we finally had our swimming race and i came up 4th after michael, luke and crissy.

and i'm feeling some electricity between luke and crissy. i, being a good friend, already have their ship name. lusy. while lusy is being lusy, amalum is in the mid of creating some electricity.

"hey amanda." i looked at calum again and he wiped a spoonful of ice cream on my cheeks.

"oh, it's on!" i laughed, getting a spoonful as he began to run around the pool. "you might slip!" i yelled as i saw a puddle of water near where he's running. when he was about to slip, i ran faster.

and there he slipped.

"stupid." i sat beside him, inspecting him. his veins and abs.. damn son. okay, kidding. "are you okay?" he shook his head, "let's bring you to the house with the he—" i looked up to see we were the only one's left. are you serious?!

"you better not be heavy." i chuckled and placed his arms around me while i placed my arm around his waist.

"just muscular." he joked. if he isn't okay, then what's wrong? "i can't walk steadily, babe." i oh'd.

"i'll call the boys for help, okay, babe?" his eyes lit up, "what did you just call me?" he smiled, he's as red as a tomato.

"you like it, babe?" i smirked and dialled ashton's phone.