"So why didn't you text me. I thought if someone gave you their number your supposed to text them." Calum came in, leaning on the counter smirking at me.
"Your back again." I faked complained.
"I needed more CDs." He started to walk around. I continued stacking CDs.
"So Chloe."
"Yes?" I looked at his eyes. He had nice eyes.
"Tell me about yourself."
"What do you wanna know?"
"Everything." He jumped onto the counter.
"We'll my name is Chloe Brooks. I'm 17. I love pizza and music. My favorite color is blue. And I hate salt and vinegar chips." He started laughing. "What's so funny."
"I can't help but notice we have a lot in common."
"Oh really. Okay what about you?"
"I'm Calum Hood. 18. I'm in love with pizza. Music is my life. My favorite color is blue. And I hate salt and vinegar chips." He smirked at me.
"I guess we do have quite a lot in common."
"We'll I hate to keep you from working but I got to leave."
"Bye." I waved.
"Don't forget to text me. I'll see you later." He walked out still looking at me.
"Man he is hot." Sammy came out of from the back. "I wonder if he has any hot friends."
"Why do you even like these kind of bands?" She picked up a CDs studying it.
"I don't know. I enjoy it more than other music." I honestly don't know why I liked this kind of music more than others.
"I think you text him."
"Are you serious. He just left not even 5 minutes ago."
"So. Just do it." I rolled my eyes and texted him.
"What did he say?" Sammy came over to me trying to snatch my phone.
"He wants to know if I'm a available tomorrow. What should I say?" This is probably the only time I'll ask her for advice.
"Say yes! If you don't I will."
"Okay I will." I texted him back with a smiled plastered on my face.
