Calum: "Finally," you sigh as you drag over the last bunch of leaves to the huge pile sitting in your front yard. "Can we play in the leaves now?" Calum whines, pouting at you to try and convince you. "I'm tired, Cal," you protest, letting the rake drop to the ground as he drops his too and pulls you into his arms. "Then we can just lie there," he mumbles. "I just want to be in the leaves. It's a pile of leaves, they're practically calling my name, (Y/N)!" "Fine," you sigh, letting out a shriek as he pushes you into the pile and then jumps in beside you. "You're a dork." "You love me anyways."
Michael: "It smells like fall," you remark quietly during your walk through the park. "What does 'fall' smell like?" Michael smirks, lightly tugging at your coat sleeve. "It smells like..." you trail off, trying to figure out how to explain it. "It smells like rain and leaves and cold. It's a nice smell." "But isn't the fall scent pumpkin?" he asks. "No, that's just for drinks and food and stuff," you shake your head. "But I'm talking about outside. You can tell it's fall because of the smell." "I don't think that's a thing," Michael chuckles. "Trust me, I'm right."
Ashton: "Mummy, I'm tired," your son whined, plopping down on the ground beside you where you were clearing out the weeds from your garden (which was slowly dying out at this point). "You've just been picking up leaves and putting them in the bag," you giggle, adjusting the gloves on your hands as he leans against you. "Hey bud, I thought you were helping me with the leaves?" Ashton asks, jogging over to the two of you with a pile of leaves in his hands. "He's tired," you roll your eyes, placing a kiss to the top of the boy's head. With a chuckle, Ashton drops the mini pile on your son, scampering away as he squeals and jumps up to chase his dad around the backyard.
Luke: "What are you doing?" Luke laughs as he watches you eagerly crush the leaves. "They make a crunching noise, I like it," you respond cheerfully, crushing all of the crunchy-looking leaves in your path. "You're so weird," he shakes his head, kissing your temple as he takes your hand in his. "It's so satisfying!" you argue, crushing more leaves to prove your point. "Whatever you say," Luke shrugs, amused at your attempts to prove your point. "Maybe it's because you're from Australia. Maybe it's different there, so you wouldn't understand." "Sure, let's go with that."
