"C'mon, what's your favourite flavour?" I ask, chuckling a bit while looking at all the different ice cream flavours.
Paige squeeze my hand, frowning while trying to decide. "I don't know, what's yours?"
"I like strawberry cheesecake"
"Me too" she nods. "Or the chocolate fudge one"
We're currently trying to decide what Ben&Jerry flavour to buy. "Well, then why don't we just take both?"
She laughs, making the butterflies appear in my stomach again. "Calum Hood, are you trying to make me fat?"
"I'm trying to make us fat, Paige" I smile, grabbing the two flavours.
"Dork" she giggles, following me while still holding onto my hand.
"I'm quite sure that I'm not a dork" I chuckle, looking down at our linked hands. I love holding hands with Paigw, her tiny ones fits perfectly with mine.
"You are" she pokes my cheek. "So my place then?"
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I love Paige's apartment. It's big and light. Her couch is probably the most comfortable thing in the world. I love it.
We've just watched seven episodes of friends and are currently waiting on a pizza to arrive.
"Chandler is probably my favourite character" she says, reaching over to dig with her spoon in the ice cream packet in my hands.
"I like them all" I shrug, throwing my feet up on the coffee table next to hers. "But yeah, Chandler is hilarious"
"I want a friendship like theirs" she sighs, staring at the tv while placing her head on my shoulder. "They're like one big, funny family"
"You should meet my friends sometimes" I mumble, stealing some chocolate ice cream from her. "I've known almost all of them since I was like one"
"I'd love to" she says, adjusting herself as I throw an arm around her shoulder. "But, like, what if they won't like me"
"They'll love you" I chuckle.
"You should meet my friends too" she says. "I doubt that they're as awesome as your friends, but they're decent"
I laugh. "Yeah, I'd like that"
It's quiet for a while after that, and we focus on the episode on the tv screen.
"How many dates have we've been to?" Paige interrupts me, grabbing my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together.
I stay quiet, mentally counting the times in my head. "Uh, like five, or so?"
"That's a lot" she says.
I nod, letting a small laugh escape. "I guess. Why?"
"Oh, I don't know" she mumbles, playing with my hand. "It's just nice. I like you. You're fun"
"I like you too" I mumble. "You're fun as well, even if you're a dork"
"No" she squeals, hitting my arm. "You're the dork!"
"I am not" I giggle - yes, giggle -, letting my arm slip around her waist so that aw can't escape as I start tickling her sides.
"Stop!" She laughs, wiggling in my arms.
I laugh, tickling her even more. She squeals again, turning around in my arms a little bit too fast. Her moves cause her to fall off the couch, and since I'm still holding her, she drags me with her.
