The cold wind hit Michael's face, as he walked, hands stuffed in his pockets to try and keep them averagely warm.
He shuffled his head, lowering it slightly, to angle it into his scarf, and tucking his nose in.
It was freezing, and Luke had even questioned why Michael was going out. The blonde had checked the weather online and read that it was actually the coldest night of December so far.
But Michael didn't care. All he cared about was seeing Calum once again. He knew that as soon as his eyes landed on the boy, he'd feel warmer than he would do if he was snuggled up at home.
( As cheesy as that sounds. )
The boy's boots made small sounds, as he walked on the grey pavement, covered with small areas of frost, which was a sight, as it still hadn't snowed in the town.
He smiled to himself, just thinking about how cute Calum would look standing out in the snow, all wrapped up in Christmas clothing.
But he rapidly shook that thought off, not wanting to creep himself out as he had just met the boy yesterday, and picked up his walking pace.
The shop hadn't changed, and Michael didn't know why he was surprised. It wasn't like the store was going to go through a complete redecoration in the course of 24 hours.
Michael took his hands out of his pockets, immediately feeling that tingly feeling you get when your heated hands get slapped with the contrast of the cold air outside.
He pressed his palms against the rotating door, and pushed it slowly, his eyes looking around him, the same smile he had yesterday forming as he witnessed the decorations.
But his grin widened even more when a certain boy was trapped in his view point.
A small bell that hung above the door jingled, and the pale boy saw as the sweater wearing boy jumped at the sudden sound.
His back was facing Michael, but he could already imagine Calum's adorable expression on his frightened face.
"Oh, I'm sorry we're close-"
Calum's brown eyes widened as soon as he turned around, his mouth turning into a small "o" shape, as he stayed paralysed for a split second.
"Oh." he squeaked out, and immediately began playing with his sweater sleeve, his eyes still glued onto Michael.
The pale boy couldn't help but give off a small smirk. "Even for me?" he asked.
The tanner boy ripped his eyes away from Michael, looking down to the floor, obviously trying to hide a blush.
But Michael still picked up on it.
And as with everything that Calum did, it was adorable.
"You can -- you can come in." Calum spoke softly, eyes looking everywhere but towards the boy with the dyed hair.
However, he still waved his arm to indicate that Michael could enter.
Michael took a few steps forward, as Calum tucked a stray strand of hair from his curled fringe behind his ear.
"Did you not like the gift -- for your friend?" he asked, eyes still looking down.
Michael raised his eyebrows in surprise, and soon shook his head.
"Oh. No! The gift was perfect. It's like you're like the cuter version of Santa." the boy replied, with an exaggerated smile to punctuate the sentence.
The Kiwi boy nodded along, but his mind was still frazzled.
If the gift was okay, then why on Earth, had Michael revisited the store? It can't be to buy something, because the shop's closed.
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CHRISTMAS CUTIE: MALUM
Fanfictionmichael was just trying to look for a present for his best friend, but ended up stumbling into the best present he'll ever get [girly!calum] © 1940sluke | 2015