Part 5 (( Chrissy's POV ))

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I rolled on the bed and grabbed my iphone. I laid on my tummy as I stared at the black screen of my iphone. Should I give him a call or nah? Should I text him or nah? The questions are playing in my head over and over again ever since I set my foot into my house.

So, give me a call or a text maybe? 

His voice is ringing inside of my head. I decided to call him. I waited and waited for him to pick up the goddamn phone and answer it already. "Hello? Michael here". I smiled and said, "Hey there". I could hear him chuckling softly over the phone... and I could hear Calum's voice in the background, screaming something like, "Fuck you, Luke!".

"So, wassup?", I asked as I rolled and lay onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, I was waiting for you to call me....... and I was watching the tv when the two idiots started chasing each other around mine and Cal's hotel room because the first idiot took the second idiot's boxers away, claiming it's his".

I laughed. God, they're dorks. I heard another two voices yelling in the background, "We heard them, Michael!". I laughed again.

"Sorry, Luke and Calum are pretty annoying right now",he said and I could hear his footsteps. I think he's moving to somewhere a little bit quiet, maybe. "So, you have plans the next Tuesday?".

"Um, nope. I guess not. Why?", I asked him as I patted Ryan the Lion, my lion plushie. He coughed a bit, "Well, I was wondering if you could... um...".

"If I could?", I asked with my eyebrows creasing. I waited for a moment. "I was wondering if you could, I mean if we could go hangout this Tuesday". 

"Wait, let me check on my schedules if I do have some spare time", I said and looked at the calendar with a lion cartoon picture on my bedside table. There is nothing scribbled on Tuesday. It means I'm free. Sweet!

"I'm off from any work", I told him with a smile. "So, is that a yes, Chrissy?", he asked. I smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, Michael".

"YES!!", he said happily over the phone. I chuckled softly. "Well, I gotta sleep. Got shows again tomorrow", he said. I smiled, "Well, good night, Michael".

"Good night, Chrissy. Sweet dreams".

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