Chapter 12

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Cecelia's P.O.V

We were all in the van on our way to the paintball place. After my talk with Luke, we all decided to do something fun. So here we were, on our way to paintball.

Ashton was driving the van and Mikey was in the passenger seat. Luke and Max were behind them and me and Cal were in the very back.

We were all very cautious about driving now, since the accident, especially me and Luke.

I was looking out the window, when I felt someone nudge my left side and I winced. It still hurt when you touched it. I looked over and Cal was looking at me with worried eyes and a little guilt in them.

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?" He whispered. I nodded. "Well I wanted to know if you'd be my partner? For paintball?" He asked. I gotta say it was really cute. Plus he added a tiny little pout.

I smiled and nodded. "I'd love that."

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"Okay, so who is the partners?" Mikey asked.

Cal grabbed my hand. "Cece!" he quickly yells. I giggle at his childishness. He didn't think I'd break a promise did he?

"Ashy!" Mikey screamed running over and jumping in Ash's arms. Ashton chuckled as he caught Mikey and held him like a baby.

Luke and Max look at each other awkwardly as they nod their heads at each other. We all gather our stuff and run in different directions.

Me and Calum find a place behind a pile of tires stacked up in the arena. It was then I realized we were still holding hands. I looked down at them and blushed as I looked at Cal. He was already looking at me with a smile on his face as he laced our fingers together.

We stared into each other's eyes. His brown ones searching my also brown ones. This moment was ruined by a loud crash not far away and someone mumbling cuss words. Ash and Mikey.

We looked through some of the tire wholes and I held out my gun. I saw the paint filled ball shoot through the air, onto someone's shoulder. I saw another figure and shot that one too. Right in the back. Two down. Two to go.

Luke's P.O.V

An awkward silence filled the air as Max and I were carefully looking around the arena for a hiding spot.

I wish I just knew how she felt about me.

"Here looks good." She points to a pile of bricks about the height of me. I looked at her and smiled. I nodded and we scurried behind the pile.

Maybe I should tell her how I feel.

Before I could even think, a word came out of my mouth. "Max..."

A/N: Will he tell her how he feels?! How are your beautiful faces? Good? Yeah? No? Okay. Sorry I was so late updating. School and shit.

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