corny ↠ cake [in editing]

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tha camras rollin nd i fergot mi lins

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The next day, Calum spots Luke in the same lunch spot as him. He leaves his large group of protesting friends, and dumps out his lunch into the bin. Calum slides into the same table that Luke eats alone at.

"Hey there!" He smiles widely, folding his arms over the table. Luke looks up from his tray, finding himself annoyed by the pair of deep brown eyes he locks his gaze with.

"Hi," Luke says quietly, twirling a bit of the off-tasting pasta around his fork. Calum notes the way he drops his head each time he takes a bite; a quiet eater.

"How's your day been?" Calum asks, brushing away Luke's level of awkwardness. Luke swallows his bite before setting the plastic fork down.

"It's been fine." Luke states firmly, warmth tickling up the back of his neck. under the intense watch of calum's eyes, he feels intimidated and small.

"Great! My day's been pretty cool too, thanks for asking!" Calum grins, leaning his head into his palm. The heat finally makes it all the way to both sides of Luke's cheeks, tinting them a light red.

"I'm sorry," Luke apologizes insincerely. "Why do you even talk to me?" he asks after a moment. Calum brushes his hair away from his eyes.

"Because you're a nice person," Calum tilts his head slightly.

"I called you stupid," Luke points out, referring to yesterday.

"That's only because you were bothered. You have a good heart." Calum says knowingly. Luke wonders how he can make these assumptions about him when this is only the second conversations they've ever had.

"You don't know that," Luke retorts, rolling his sour green apple around on the table.

"You volunteer for my mom's non-profit all the time. You donate all your savings to charity and for your birthday's you ask for more money to donate to other charities. You go to animal shelters countless times per month and I even saw you helping an old lady across the street one time. You have a good heart." Calum shrugs, shifting his feet under the table. Luke stares at him, his lips parted slightly. He wants to know how this boy knows about all of that.

"Lets go to the courtyard, Lukey." Calum smiles, rising from his seat. Luke looks disgusted.

"Don't call me that," He scowls, sliding out of the table. Calum chuckles.

"Okay, Lukey."

Luke rolls his eyes but proceeds to dump his tray of food in the garbage regardless. Calum waits patiently and leads the way to the small courtyard near the back of the school.

"Wanna hear a joke?" Calum asks along the way. Luke doesn't say anything, he just lets his mouth fall open and closed multiple times before trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Why did the bicycle fall over?" Calum asks, a smile already gracing his thick pink lips. Luke finds himself staring at them for a moment before he snaps his gaze away quickly, looking at his feet while he walks.

"Dunno." He replies softly.

"It was two-tired!" Calum says, making jazz hands and laughing at himself again. It takes Luke a moment to actually get the joke before he lets a ghost of a smile onto his face.

Calum smirks proudly when he realizes he might finally be breaking Luke out of his shell.

if u understand my book reference in here then lets get married. (ps it's such a tiny reference i probably wouldn't even get it bye)