Road Trip // c.h.

Fireflies

Hey guys! This is a filler chapter so I'm sorry if you don't like it. I've been really busy, but my schedule is starting to calm down so hopefully I'll have more time to write good stuff (: ~Jessi

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Calum's POV:

I wake the next morning to a crick in my neck and Teagan's small body pressed neatly to mine like a puzzle piece. Her dark lashes just skim her cheekbones, mingling with the sprinkling of freckles that grace her tan face. I sit for a few moments trying to freeze her face in a frame in my mind so I'll never forget the way she looks. When I'm just satisfied, she begins to stir and I yawn to cover the fact that I'd been staring.

"Morning you," she mumbles, grinning as she detaches herself from me to stretch.

"Morning you," I smile back, poking her side as she recoils in to Luke. She winces as he rolls over and buries his head in to the couch.

"5 more minutes," he whines, his complaints muffled by the thick leather cushions.

"Look what you made me do," she pouts pointing at Luke. "He's gonna be all mad at me."

"No he won't, he loves you," I state matter-of-factly as I get up and begin collecting the trash from last night and stuffing it in to the small bin near the tv.

"Everyone loves me," she deadpans, handing me an empty coke bottle.

"True, very true," I agree, going along with her little game.

"No but seriously, how could he 'love me'? You've all known me for what? 2 weeks?" She protests, scratching her head in thought.

"What's not to love?" I smirk, going out on a limb as I busy myself tying the trash bag and pulling it out of the bin.

"I dunno, I'm kind of annoying, and you all have to babysit me, and I act like a little kid. That's what's not to love," she decides, sweeping the bag out of my hand and out the door before I can retaliate.

"Hey, everyone has things that people don't like, but that doesn't mean that they don't love you."

"Except you Teagan, you're perfect." I think to myself.

"Shut up Calum," I sputter aloud before I can stop it. Teagan stops mid-stride and looks at me weirdly before dropping the bag in to the McDonalds dumpster.

"Yeah I guess that's true. Like I love you even though you talk to yourself," Teagan replies smugly without missing a beat, skipping past me across the parking lot.

"Hey now," I protest as a blush creeps across my cheeks, although I can't decide if it's from her insult, or the fact that she said she loved me.

I decide it's from being insulted since she meant 'love' in a completely platonic way right?

Right.

Totally.

"Hi there, I'm Teagan," she calls back over her shoulder at my lame attempt to defend myself. "Now hurry up slowpoke, we need to go wake up the boys!"

I jog after her and we both enter the bus as quietly as possible. She holds a finger to her lips as she stalks around Michael sprawled across the floor and perches on the couch armrest over Luke. I ignore the gnawing in my stomach as she tickles him gently and he wraps his arms around her waist, burying her in his arms as she screams in protest.

"What the hell?" Ashton groans, sitting bolt upright as his gaze darts around the bus and lands on Teagan and Luke locked in combat beside him.

"Ew get a room you two," Michael whines from the floor, throwing his pillow in their direction.