Let me get one thing straight:
I. Am. Not. Asian.
And yes, it pisses me off whenever someone calls me Asian. On literally every social media website I own, my bio is, "I'M NOT ASIAN"
Where has anyone ever seen an Australian Asian anyway? Is that even a thing?
This newbie, Ashton, seems waaaay to happy to be here. I don't think I've ever seen someone with such a bright smile in this store, besides thirteen year old girls buying One Direction albums. Who even likes them, anyways?
"Excuse me?"
While I was zoned out in my Asian thoughts, a customer was waiting in the checkout line.
"Oh, my bad, I-" I cut myself off, noticing that this wasn't a soccer mom, this was an incredibly hot girl.
She had gorgeous, blonde curls, and beautiful, blue eyes. I smirked to myself.
Time to perform some Calum magic.
She moved the cart up the line and began piling things up on the conveyor belt, so I decided to start some conversation.
"Find everything you needed?" I asked politely, swiping some pizza bar codes.
She smiled at me, but then almost immediately frowned. "Shit! I forgot tampons!"
Well.... Alrighty then.
She covered her mouth and looked at me, shocked. "I'm sorry, do I have to pay a fine for cussing?"
I chuckled. "Well, you could help me with my phone."
She looked confused. After all, she is blonde. "What's wrong with your phone?"
"Your number isn't in it."
"Oh, well I can give you my number!" She said, clearly not understanding the pick-up line.
Oh well, old Calum's getting some action tonight.
She set her number on the counter beside me as I set the last shopping bag in her cart. I picked up the piece of paper and smiled, finding her eyes. She giggled.
"I'll call you," I told her.
"Okay!" She squealed, and wheeled her cart out.
Her ass looked great in those shorts.
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so yeah calum is kind of a douche, and i know there's no michael yet but there will be <3
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Target ☓ 5SOS
FanfictionLuke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Ashton Irwin, and Calum Hood are strangers...and Target employees.