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You drop your ice cream :(

You drop your ice cream :(

Luke:

You were on your first date with Luke Hemmings, a band member from 5 Seconds of Summer and in your opinion, the cutest boy on the planet.

And this planet has Zac Efron on it.

He had bought you ice cream and you were currently walking through the park, holding hands and enjoying the scenery.

One minute your vanilla ice cream was balancing on the top of the cone and the next moment it was on the ground in front of you.

“Oh,” you simply say, looking down at the melted goodness in front of you.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can share mine,” Luke tells you, trying to make you feel better.

You look up and meet his pretty blue eyes.

“Okay,” you say. He holds his chocolate ice cream up and you take a lick, then kiss his cheek with your chocolate covered lips.

Michael:

You were currently making ice cream Sundays for your boyfriend, his best friends Luke, Calum, and Ashton and you for a movie night.

You lift the ice cream scooper out of the vanilla ice cream container and shriek at the scoop you made.

It was the perfect scoop.

“Michael, Michael come look at this! It’s the perfect scoop!” You cry out, watching the ice cream.

You hear footsteps, but then a plop.

You look down at the cold dessert on the floor.

“Where’s the perfect scoop?” Michael asks walking up to you.

You just point sadly to the ice cream on the ground.

“It’s okay, honey, I’m sure you’ll make more perfect scoops,” he pulls you into his arms.

Calum:

You were putting ice cream into bowls for you, your boyfriend Calum, and Calum’s best friends Luke, Ashton, and Michael.

“Babe! Where’s the ice cream?” Calum whines impatiently from his spot at the kitchen table where he and the boys were waiting.

He’s whined at least twenty times now.

You pull the ice cream scooper out of the container, pulling back your wrist and flicking it, aiming it at Calum.

The ice cream hits him right on the back of his head.

He whirls around, the three other boys breaking into laughter.

“What was that?” Calum asks you.

You shrug innocently. “You wanted your ice cream, you got your ice cream.”

You drop the scooper and walk out of the kitchen.

Like a boss.

Ashton:

“Ash, do you want to try my ice cream?” You ask him, pausing in front of the couch in the dressing room where your boyfriend was sitting.

He nods, smiling at you innocently holding your chocolate ice cream cone in your hand.

You start to bring it down to his mouth but someone pushes you from behind, making you stumble forward a little bit.

Ashton grabs a hold of your waist with one of his hands, but the ice cream cone falls onto his lap.

“Oh my gosh Ashton, I’m so sorry!” You cry, staring at the frozen goodness laying on Ashton’s, erm, balls.

Of course they’re covered by skinny jeans.

“It’s okay, babe, we’ll get you some more ice cream, too,” he stands up, letting the ice cream fall to the ground. He laughs, pulling you into a half hug and kissing your forehead before going off to change again.

This is what I think of at one A.M.