I Wouldn't Mind // Cake AU [complete]

38: Tell Me Where You're Hiding Your Voodoo Doll

A/N: filler-ish, yolo

[Luke.]

"I'm going to kill that girl," I muttered, refusing to look at the boy in front of me.

Calum snorted, and I heard him shuffle a little before saying "Yeah, me too."

I was going to open my mouth to say something witty and sarcastic, but my stomach decided it wanted to announce to the world how hungry I was instead.

"Someone's hungry," Calum pointed out, not missing a beat.

With a glare, I snapped my gaze up to him, but it practically melted away when I met his eyes. Goddamn, he looked really good today, and he wasn't even wearing anything special, just a muscle tee and a snapback... Bloody Calum, he could make anything look good.

"Haven't had anything since before work," I grumbled, picking up the menu. "Unlike some of us, I actually did things during the day."

I heard Calum sigh as I scanned over the menu, and a few seconds later felt a warmth on my hand that was laying on the table. I looked up curiously, but Calum was busy looking at his menu. I then looked at our hands to see his on top of mine as if it was a completely normal place for it to be.

Sure, maybe it was when we weren't arguing, but...

"Okay then, dinner's on me."

With an eye roll, I decided not to argue. Free dinner was always nice.

After ordering, he slipped his fingers underneath mine, holding my hand gently as he sighed. "Luke, look, I just- I want to say I'm sorry. I'm actually sorry. I was in the wrong, and I just-"

"I know," I answered. "I just wish- God Cal, I just wish you weren't so stubborn sometimes."

"I'm trying," he murmured, looking down at our hands. His thumb was brushing over my knuckles absently, and I smiled softly at the feeling. "Goddamn, I'm trying really hard. I just... I don't know. All this scares me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I've never felt like this towards anyone before. Luke... You know that what I said that evening wasn't true, right?"

I squeezed his hand. "I know, Cal. I didn't mean it either..."

"But- You should. It was a dick move on my part. I shouldn't have opened the box even though I wanted to," he sighed, biting his lip a little. "I'm sorry. I really, really am."

"I forgive you," I smiled softly.

"God, I fucking love you," he murmured, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

"Wait, come back," I mumbled, letting go of his hand to grab on to his collar, holding him in place so I could kiss him again. What? I was having Calum withdrawals.

He chuckled against my lips, kissing me once last time before leaning back in his seat, his hand taking mine again and lacing our fingers together.

"I promise, from now on I'll give you no reason to doubt me," he nodded, his eyes suddenly serious and his expression firm. "I cross my heart, and hope to die."

He made the gesture along with his words, and I nodded as well. "Hey, we've only got a few weeks left of break. We can't spend it being mad at each other, right?"

His expression softened and he chuckled, agreeing with me. "Yep, that would be such a huge waste of time."

I smiled, and the conversation carried on on a much lighter note. It was only when our food arrived that he let go of my hand, and I pouted a bit as he chuckled at me, leaning forwards to poke my nose. "You're too cute."

Suddenly, a question came to my mind. I wasn't sure what triggered it, or if I actually wanted to hear the response, but my mouth was running faster than my mind. "Hey, Cal?"

"Mm?" he answered, looking up at me with his mouth full and his eyes curious.

"Wha- What was in the box?" I asked timidly, biting at my lip ring.

He swallowed his food, tilting his head slightly. "Um... Some pretty, uh, sentimental stuff. A letter and a photo, amongst others."

"That's it?" I asked, feeling oddly disappointed. Why was I feeling disappointed? Did I really expect something interesting or actually useful? "Nothing else?"

"And a- a band shirt?" he answered unsurely, picking at his food. "Um, a Mayday Parade shirt."

I furrowed my eyebrows, halting the movement of my fork. "A what?"

"Yeah, um, a band shirt."

"How is that possible?" I wondered out loud, not expecting a specific answer from Calum.

"I have no idea," he shook his head. "I was as confused as you."

I blinked, taking a bite of my food while thinking. "There's no way she could know that I like Mayday Parade..." I finally murmured. "So how did she find out?"

Calum's eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and worry. "I don't think I want to know."

"Neither do I, Cal, neither do I..."

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A/N: would you guys have a HUGE fast forward, or a third book??? (I'm scared I don't have enough ideas for a third book but anything for you guys! xx)

I'm sorry about all the questions, I just hate not having a plan