✎smoothie → l.h.

Ten //

A/N: Soz :/ Sadly my gifs aren't working I don't know how to comprehend this. Help? Ideas? (( considering my last chapter ))

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"Don't even think about it, Beth." Calum growled.

"Fuck."

I dropped the bucket of ice-cold water and sat back down. Luke sat back and sighed.

"Not even a small swim?" Luke whined.

"No!" Calum and I both yelled.

"Can I at least get in the hot tub?"

Calum glared.

"For a little bit."

Luke sat up and grinned. He stood up from his chair and started to run back toward the house.

"I'm getting my swimmywimmies!"

I turned around and gave Calum a look.

"And he's eighteen?"

"Hard to believe, huh?"

Calum smiled and stood up. He held out his hand.

"Jump in together? In the fucking cold water?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

Calum groaned and walked over to me. He frowned.

"Please? Or you can push me in."

I took off my sunglasses and tossed them on the table. I stood up and walked behind Calum.

"Ready?"

"On three!"

"One... Two... Three!"

As soon as I pushed Calum into the deep end, he swiftly grabbed my wrist and pulled me in with him. I screamed.

"CALUM!" I choked out water, struggling to keep my head above water. He chuckled and grabbed my side.

"I got you, its okay." He said softly. He sat me on the side of the pool and got out.

"You weren't ready for that, huh?"

"Hell no!"

Calum giggled and shook his head. "Sorry, here."

He wrapped a towel around my side and threw me over his shoulder.

"Calum!"

"Chill, I'm putting you down on the chair." He chuckled.

"Shit, you're really cold. Hey, Luke!"

"Yeah!"

"Check the temp on the pool!"

Luke walked over to the side of the pool and bent down.

"It's... why is it so fucking ass cold?"

"What's the temperature!"

"Sixty-seven!"

"Fuck." I muttered.

"I'm going into the hot tub. Thanks Cal!"

"Whatever," Calum mumbled. He shook out his hair and sat back down in the chair and checked his phone. I slipped out of the towel and ran to the hot tub.

"Don't run, you'll slip!"

"Let her!" Luke yelled back at Calum. I frowned at Luke.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I can shove Ashton's drumsticks down your throat."

"I can do a lot of things to you that can make you shut the fuck up." Luke said softly. He was about to get into the tub when he yelped.